[He'd spent the last several hours looking through posts made to the network, analyzing his situation. He'd surmised some things from the posts from other recent arrivals here, but Kurapica still felt as though he was missing information. His current situation was beyond the scope of what the network posts could entirely communicate; he needed ( Read more... )

[text//private//hackable to Killua]
Don't stay near the tombstones.
don't read them. It's a trick.

[Kurapica can tell what's happening; it's not hard to figure out, and so he wastes no time trying to send a message to Killua about it. Only, in his distress he's shirked the hackable parameters of it, as well as accidentally turned on the sound ( Read more... )

[Those of you who know Kurapica only distantly may realize that for many of these plots concerning evil characters, he's been rather...isolated. He hasn't been conversing with so many people lately. First there was Lucifer making sins rampant, turning Kurapica's eyes scarlet as revenge for the slaughter of his clan pumped through him ceaselessly. ( Read more... )

[The screen flickers on to a view of the lake edge, the top partially obscured by what looks to be a piece of cloth. Kurapica, minus his blue-and-orange tabard, finishes washing his face. He gets up and comes toward the PCD, except a second later he suddenly freezes. A practiced, stern look comes over his face, and he turns around in the opposite ( Read more... )