1 o_o Voice o_o ID Gittarackur

[pinpricks]

[Illumi understands the device well enough to use it without any serious fumbling. It's similar to the phones they have at home, so his face isn't too near or far from the speaker when at last he decides to post to the network. He's altered his voice as much as he can and video has been turned off. Precautions while he settles in.]

I'm looking for someone who knows how this network works.

[He wants to be able to comment and contact others anonymously, but hacking was always Milluki's forte. Seeking out aid over this network reminds him of websites only available to pro Hunters. The worlds don't vary that much, do they?]

There are a few things I would like to do here.

[And whoever responds to the ad will teach him or he'll find a less comfortable use for them.]

Tomorrow afternoon, I'll be waiting at the public library in De Chima. Send me a message if you'll be coming.

[All very simple and politely said with mild jittering noises in the background. He's done up as Gittarackur entirely, after all. Doesn't want to be caught if someone out there has the power to turn on his device's camera without his permission.

Plus, it's more fun this way.]

Ah. I'll buy you a drink for your help.

[People like drinks! Right? Damn, he's good at peopling.]

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audio

[shoubai]

Did you say 'a drink'.

audio

[pinpricks]

Is that not enough?

[He ain't rich anymore. All that Zoldyck family capital is out of his reach for the time being.]

[shoubai]

It's perfect!

[ what is that horrible noise. is that laughter? that's laughter. ]

Cocktails? Are we thinking cocktails?

[pinpricks]

Then we'll meet tomorrow?

[laughter is good! he's bringing joy to strangers! flawless execution.]

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[shoubai]

Tomorrow! At the Chim-chimney Library!

[ yatta ]

[shoubai]

Where is this, again?

[pinpricks]

Here is the address.

[Helpful as ever, Illumi will send it via text so the man can later commit it to memory.]

[shoubai]

[ even reading it, it's a mystery.

where the ding dang is de chima. ]

Who do I ask for? What do I look for? Will we find another through l'amour?

[pinpricks]

We can meet on the front steps at one.

[Not directly refusing to reveal himself.

The translator tells him that last word means 'the love' and he's not sure exactly how to take it. This guy-- is he going to be a problem?]

...

[Reminds him of someone, a little bit, but whom????]

Video

[trickstar]

Oh gross, you're back.

Video

[pinpricks]

I don't recall having been here before.

Video

[trickstar]

Oh, did you get stupider with time too? You were here, over a month ago.

Video

[pinpricks]

[what a rude fellow]

That's surprising. Do you know how I left?

Video

[trickstar]

Through a door. How the hell should I know? Why would I keep track of your ugly ass?

Voice; whoops ignore video tags

[pinpricks]

You're speaking to me now.

[trickstar]

Yeah, and?

[pinpricks]

I only just arrived.

PRIVATE | Voice. And a few days late, actually.

[cephalothorax]

Oh, you're back.

[Back, but probably not remembering the last time around. Still, Chrollo's not going to bother coddling him, so he just goes straight to...]

I assume you've spoken to Hisoka already.

[You know what? Not even gonna explain how he recognizes that voice. Which basically comes down to "I had a long walk with that voice a few months back."]

PRIVATE | Voice.

[pinpricks]

[A day late and a dollar short as they say here in the United States of 'America' (like that's a place). Illumi doesn't mind. He's known Chrollo was around for long enough that he easily could have been the one to step forward, but he didn't. There were libraries to stand outside of, information to gather, people to see. He planned on contacting him once he was better settled in. The need hadn't immediately risen, so he'd been keeping the knowledge in his back pocket.

Chrollo is either less patient or more bored. Or he needs something.

That last option is the most intriguing.

Or he just missed Illumi's sunshiney disposition.]

Did he say that?

[Hisoka needs to learn not to over-share.]

PRIVATE | Voice.

[cephalothorax]

Just a guess. You were here before, but I gather you don't remember that.

[Join the club. Chrollo himself is already in it. Actually, he's starting to wonder - in jest, but HONESTLY - whether knowing Hisoka is some kind of revolving door ticket in this place. He should be expecting Gon any minute now, if that's the case.]

PRIVATE | Voice.

[pinpricks]

[Chrollo will hear it through his device's speakers: Illumi is removing his pins, returning to his true form. The disguise feels stiff if he wears it for too long, and he doesn't have to hide behind it if this conversation is truly masked. Thanks for that.]

You're right. I don't remember anything about that.

[Pause. Is there a blank Chrollo wants to fill him in on?]

PRIVATE | Voice.

[cephalothorax]

[I mean, he could just be stubborn but whatever, honesty is good and stuff.]

I'm familiar with that feeling, myself.

Let's see... you ate chinese food on my bedroom floor and attended a Swear-In Ceremony with your needles. Anything else... I'm unaware of.

[Told him to get Hisoka hair dye as a gift, too, but...]

PRIVATE | Voice.

[pinpricks]

[He was in Chrollo's bedroom? That's something.

He likes Chrollo, actually. The most recent job he did for him wouldn't have been undertaken if he didn't. But to eat, in his room... on his floor.

It's not a bad notion. They're about there, aren't they? There's enough trust to know letting down one's guard wouldn't result in death or injury, and Illumi can't say that about most people he associates with.

But this leads to the old conundrum of the chicken and the egg: does he think that's natural now because it happened, or did it happen at the time because it was natural?

The moment of silence should tell Chrollo that Illumi is taking in the information and internally monologuing bullshit. Once he's done:]

By 'with your needles,' you mean using Nen? That explains how that man recognized me.

[Called him 'gross needle guy' when he wasn't even on video.]

PRIVATE | Voice.

[cephalothorax]

[Well, really, Chrollo's not one to criticize when it comes to random internal monologues. Hell, half the time he doesn't even keep them internal.]

That man?

[Oops, sorry, checking your other replies. What is privacy, really?]

Joseph. He works with Hisoka. I'm mostly unfamiliar with him.

PRIVATE | Voice.

[pinpricks]

[If he really wanted to keep it hidden, he wouldn't have brought it up. It coo'.

Hisoka's co-worker. The least surprising information offered so far.]

Huh. Thank you for telling me. Are any of your helpers here?

['Helpers.' Creepy, crawly, eight-legged helpers. Illumi won't take it badly if Chrollo deflects.]