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LYRIC  STARTER  CALL -  @bvngee​​ song:  Anti-Gravity - RUNAGROUND

“You haven’t tried it?” She was genuinely surprised.

Hisoka was highly intelligent but most people failed to see it, too distracted by his irritating antics. If anyone paid attention they’d realise how elaborate Hisoka’s tactics in battle were. It appeared the most credit given to him was that he’s very strong. No one bothered to realise ‘why’ that was. It wasn’t brute force. It was creativity and thoughtful consideration.

And because of his creativity Machi had expected him to have tried this already. The fact that he didn’t was astonishing but perhaps that was just because there was no reason to, and because he didn’t trust anyone enough to try it out. Come to think of it, there probably weren’t many people allowed so close to Hisoka during a quiet moment, like Machi had been when she had stitched his arms back together.

His offer was tempting. She was beyond curious and her question had a very banal reason. She put the handkerchief she had been stitching a bunny on away into her bag, making her choice apparent. She doubted Hisoka was in the mood to attack her and just as interested in what might happen as Machi was. 

What was the best way for a hunter to keep their combat prowess in tip top shape? Well training of course, and what better training was there than putting one’s well-being on the line! All of which could be done at the world’s most popular battle site, Heaven’s Arena! With the amount of combatants that  compete, there was always bound to be new and interesting opponents that used even more interesting strategies and techniques. None of which was more prevalent until the 200 floor. 

It truly astounded Lan how most, if not all, the combatants that fought on this floor were nen users. Not only would he be able to keep his skills honed but he’d also be able to leave with an a new copied ability or two. Though, that wasn’t looking as likely as he thought as none of the abilities that he had come up against during his run to accumulate ten wins really interested him enough to want to store the ability using his Memory Card. While the combatants could use nen, it was evident in some fights that some had only learned nen because they had no other choice after being “initiated” while others weren’t nearly as proficient as they thought they were or were trying to simply be flashy versus having a proper effective hatsu.

It wasn’t long before accruing the necessary amount of wins, also taking a few loses along the way due to forgetting about one match and facing quite the strong child in another who he couldn’t bring himself to truly go all out against. Now he just had to pick the floor master that he wanted to face. Lan pursed his lips as he read through the list of names at the reception desk. He wanted this last fight to be against someone strong so he should probably go for the highest ranked floor master. However, if he won would he really care to take over that floor? So maybe the lowest ranked? But what if they weren’t strong enough to give him a true challenge. Decisions, decisions. 

Large eyes stare at Hisoka, he’s considering if he can get to him and rip some hair out by the root, that would have to give him the answer, wouldn’t it? Though he’s not certain that he’s faster than Hisoka, an irritated sigh coming out. He’ll find out later, for that much he’s certain. 

Way too personal Nsfw asks

Lan was not comfortable with this question, nor answering it to the person asking, and as such decided that he would get up and leave without answering. However, that darn forgetfulness of his struck as he left his laptop open, and his history, cache, and cookies undeleted. In fact, he had also forgotten to close the browser window from a previous session.

Dominance

His nose crinkles as he looks over his shoulder- leave it to Hisoka to catch him when he’s misbehaving. The man always seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe it’s the right place at the right time? Phinks isn’t certain and either way, now he’s annoyed.

Killing

“My needles are my preferred method.”