[of all the places to end up while still trying to adjust to facts that barely felt like facts, but yet couldn't be denied anyway...a literal junkyard wasn't exactly the worst. sure it smelled bad, and sure, it was unfamiliar, but he remembers how to hop from place to place, judging integrity with his eyes and keeping his arms out for balance. and the rain coming down helps with the scent, pressing down some of the worst parts under the water.
of course, there's the disconcerting fact that this entire environment isn't real, and the nature of reality is up for debate now, so that could be entirely wrong, actually. maybe real was more a state of belief, and his past experience with things others would consider unbelievable was why this slid into place so easily...
the philosophy could wait, though. instead, when he sees someone else, Chrollo doesn't hesitate to raise his hand in a wave, carefully maneuvering to be close enough that shouting would be unnecessary.]
Excuse me, but did you happen to catch what our goal here is supposed to be?
[because he sure didn't.]
[bonus.]
[okay, so dealing with this strange confinement...there are a few questions. why a garbage bag, why is he unable to tear this even to the slightest degree, and who, exactly is next to him?
all answers that can be found in time, Chrollo tells himself, as he shifts in the garbage bag so that both of them can sit back to back instead of the awkward side to side. despite the place, the circumstances, all of it, he sounds...pleasant? as if this sort of bizarre happening was something to be taken in stride.]
So, this is the next phase of the game...I wonder.
[really, it's nothing to be content with, but there are greater things in his mind to be concerned with that override being put in a garbage bag, and those...well, those are things to be pleased about.]
[wildcard.]
[other situations for when you want to do what you want.]
chrollo lucilfer | hunter x hunter
[of all the places to end up while still trying to adjust to facts that barely felt like facts, but yet couldn't be denied anyway...a literal junkyard wasn't exactly the worst. sure it smelled bad, and sure, it was unfamiliar, but he remembers how to hop from place to place, judging integrity with his eyes and keeping his arms out for balance. and the rain coming down helps with the scent, pressing down some of the worst parts under the water.
of course, there's the disconcerting fact that this entire environment isn't real, and the nature of reality is up for debate now, so that could be entirely wrong, actually. maybe real was more a state of belief, and his past experience with things others would consider unbelievable was why this slid into place so easily...
the philosophy could wait, though. instead, when he sees someone else, Chrollo doesn't hesitate to raise his hand in a wave, carefully maneuvering to be close enough that shouting would be unnecessary.]
Excuse me, but did you happen to catch what our goal here is supposed to be?
[because he sure didn't.]
[bonus.]
[okay, so dealing with this strange confinement...there are a few questions. why a garbage bag, why is he unable to tear this even to the slightest degree, and who, exactly is next to him?
all answers that can be found in time, Chrollo tells himself, as he shifts in the garbage bag so that both of them can sit back to back instead of the awkward side to side. despite the place, the circumstances, all of it, he sounds...pleasant? as if this sort of bizarre happening was something to be taken in stride.]
So, this is the next phase of the game...I wonder.
[really, it's nothing to be content with, but there are greater things in his mind to be concerned with that override being put in a garbage bag, and those...well, those are things to be pleased about.]
[wildcard.]
[other situations for when you want to do what you want.]