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[justamagician]

WHO: Hisoka justamagician, Sabriel shewalksindeath
WHAT: Hisoka is rather curious about the workings of Rivelata magic, and Sabriel is kind enough to provide information SO EXCITING
WHERE: The beach
WHEN: Day 188

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[shewalksindeath]

Sabriel came up from behind him, though she was not attempting to be sneaky: her house was that way. Hisoka - what a strange-looking man - seemed to be practicing his magic, or something like it, and though she recognized it not at all, and she knew better than to interrupt a focused Mage while they were working.

As she walked up, she took the chance to observe him working. There were definitely no tangible Marks involved, no writing nor sounds, and definitely not the warm feel of the Charter, and that just made her more curious.

He'd probably already noticed her, but she didn't mind.

[justamagician]

Hisoka took his time. The Nen flow was coming, filtering itself through and around his body, concentrating itself into his fist. He could almost see it. Very nearly. A thin, vapor-like substance, easily visible to those trained to see it, and unfortunately just a snatch of a glimpse to him at the moment.

The fingers of the clenched hand opened suddenly, curled like claws, but whatever result he'd been looking for failed to happen. He blinked once, looking only mildly disappointed, and only then did he turn his head to address Sabriel behind him.

"I don't think I ever caught your name," he said in a lilting, playful tone, oddly opposed to the obviously well-built and powerful body.

[shewalksindeath]

"Sabriel," she called to him in her intelligent voice, before padding up through the sand in her finally broken-in boots to stand beside the stranger who had invited her. "And you?"

She hadn't been able to see anything from Hisoka's efforts, but somehow she knew nonetheless there'd been a small success. She felt it, somehow, in her skin.

"So this is... Nen, is it?" she asked curiously, eyes on the hand from which she'd felt that odd magic rise.

[justamagician]

Nen, it was not. It was a failure to capture and control Nen, an embarrassing degeneration to the beginning levels of it.

But Hisoka had never been one to reveal his tricks -- or weaknesses.

Instead he smiled, and the same hand flipped itself in a flighty flourish. When the fingers spread again, a playing card had appeared between two of them. The joker, of course. He held it out to her with an air of amusement.

"Hisoka," he said, playful emphasis dancing through the word. "And this is only basics, not really Nen at all."

[shewalksindeath]

Eyebrows raised, she took the card, pincing it between her index and middle finger and sliding it into one of her many pockets. Strange.

Well, he wasn't Dead or a Free magic being, perhaps, but he definitely creeped her out. Still, she didn't let it show on her face. Sabriel didn't trust him, not as far as she could throw him, but she did know that a first impression was not always the correct one.

"What was supposed to happen, then? Just there?"