'I know I am in the equivalent of America in this world but damn the cost of getting my hand is probably more of a hazard to my health!' Walking out the back door of the restaurant I headed for the Mainstreet, though not before stopping at the dumpster and throwing the briefcase into it.
'I mean for a quick and cheap purchase of 5000 Jenny it makes things far more official…' Dusting my hands together I reveled in the feeling for a moment, that was until phantom pains dampened my mood. While I was physically healed the mind will always remain a tricky thing to fix.
*sigh* rolling my neck I made my way down the street as I eyed various shops or restaurants opening up in the late hours of the morning for the soon-approaching lunch rush. Which only reminded me I had not eaten anything as of yet.
{Scene Change + Time skip}
"Well, thanks for dropping by Kurapika-San." Practically melting into the sofa, Gon beamed as a warm glow surrounded his body as the numerous bruised and scrapes marring his skin slowly disappeared.
"It's not really a problem, It should be extending my thanks for what you did last night… Last night was hectic and to hear that you guys were able to assist in taking down a few troupe members. The auction afterward went well enough… I also had obligations with my employer so I was unable to speak for long with you last night." Flicking his wrist up, a small chain with a cross near the end retracted before Kurapika's Hatsu dispelled. Then he sat down on a small chair opposite of the sofa before he tried in earnest to return the enthusiasm emanating from his friend. The events of last night were bittersweet, being glad the spiders were dead yet disappointed he was not able to take their lives himself. Though he plastered over those emotions with a tired expression and slight smile alongside a pair of contact lenses disguising the burning scarlet coloration that lay beneath a facade of brown eyes.
"I wouldn't call it a success… we didn't get to bid for greed island in the auction or collect a bounty for the troupe members we fought." Sprawled perpendicular to the arms rests of another chair Killua poked a hole in the fragile image of serenity and victory. Stretching a bit before he twisted back upright in his seat he unraveled the various bandages that were applied and forced on him by Leorio.
*slam* *chew* "mwat ah bootehful duwang…" *swallow* "no need to be so down, If you don't recall I have a backup for this situation we find ourselves in. so no need to be in a mood, Sure the auction itself is over but there are all sorts of things left to do. I mean there is the fact that the troupe faked their death through a Hatsu and are still in the city most likely to think about!" Bursting through the door, Magenta traipsed on through the door with a large soda cup in one hand and a half-eaten hotdog in the other. Slowly navigating the maze of furniture, legs propped on the coffee table, and various junk on the floor he slumped heavily into the sofa right between Gon and Leorio. All the while, he interjected into the previous ongoing conversation.
*Crack* Snapping their heads to look at the once armrests, Everyone gawked at Kurapika whose body language screamed murder.
In contrast, Magenta was still mostly relaxed as he took the opportunity to suck heavily on the straw of his soda cup. Though it was previously emptied on his prolonged victory lap home and created an irritating noise that did nothing to help the mood.
"Tough crowd? I am sure you would have loved to hear this! You get to actually kill them yourself this time, oh but the knockoff samurai and berserker are still dead… So that makes what eleven alive members including the boss right?" Setting the soda cup that was wet with condensation next to an empty coaster on the coffee table, Magenta scratched the stubble underneath his chin as he distractedly stared off into the kitchen of the luxury hotel room.
"How long has it been since you figured this out?" staring right through him, Kurapika leaned forward a bit and placed his hands on his thighs with the sudden absence of a spot to put his hands on the chair.
"I mean, this morning? The person you sent me to was a very alive Machi of the Phantom Troupe. The same that is plastered on bounty posters everywhere and the same as the one I speared my hand through the other night whose blood dyed my wonderful pink coat red! I mean I still got my hand reattached no strings attached… heh, But I got out of that meeting like an hour ago and it started at like 7:00 so like three and a half hours ago?" Wolfing down the last few bites of the hotdog he dusted off the crumbs on his pants right after he finished speaking. Then finally deigning to make eye contact and turn his attention to Kurapika who was trying his best to remain calm, not that his best was good enough as seen by the slight trembling of his body and tightly clenched fists that were paper white.
"So stop worrying about some silly video game Gon's dad made… seriously it's probably some MMORPG sweat fest. I would much rather sit down and play Deus Ex… It's like 7 dollars on steam." Abruptly standing up a moment after he made a show of sitting down, he walked out of the room and moved toward the bedroom he stayed in completely ignoring the room filled with angry, worried, or confused occupants he left in his wake.
"What's a dollar?" Looking around the room for answers Gon scratched the side of his head as he fixated on the particular odd term he never heard before.
"I feel like we should be more concerned about the Trope" Shoving his head into his hands Leorio exasperatedly complained about his current circumstances.
"What a shame." And from out of the room could be heard the muffled shout of Magenta.