"Fearsome monsters.. Exotic creatures... Vast riches... Hidden treasures... Evil enclaves... Unexplored lands... The word "unknown" holds magic. And some incredible people are drawn to that magic. They are known... as Hunters!"
And what makes these "incredible people" incredible in the first place? Their strength that moves the very mountains themselves? nay. Their killing intent that outmatches that of a thousand men? Nay. Their seer, unchallenged mind that is like no other!? NAY NAY NAY!!!
It's about being the craziest motherfucker of crazy motherfuckers.
"Fearsome monsters.. Exotic creatures... Vast riches... Hidden treasures... Evil enclaves... Unexplored lands... The word "unknown" holds magic. And some incredible people are drawn to that magic. They are known... as Hunters!"
And what makes these "incredible people" incredible in the first place? Their strength that moves the very mountains themselves? nay. Their killing intent that outmatches that of a thousand men? Nay. Their seer, unchallenged mind that is like no other!? NAY NAY NAY!!!
It's about being the craziest motherfucker of crazy motherfuckers.
The desert sun's heat viciously beats down against you like a hammer against a cold egg, trying with all its might to break your shell and shatter the soft yoke that is your mind. The only thing stopping it from doing so is the clothes covering you… Might actually be helping it, if you count the sweaty parts that awkwardly stick to your skin, in the same manner a band aid sticks over an infected wound. The fabric plastered over your skin, refusing to have it leave its hot, wet embrace…Or would it be more accurate to describe it as the plaster itself? It would work with the flat landscape that surrounds you and how tight the clothes are to you, but then that would leave out the stickiness of the swea-
You give yourself a hardy SLAP with all your might against the side of your head, throwing yourself to the sandy ground below. And the sandy ground you stay for a good…two minutes? Maybe five? You don't know how long. You just know that after a while the obnoxiously loud ringing in your ear stopped, along with the bleeding (How is there even that much blood in the ear of all places???). You quickly stand up and dust yourself off, going back to your original post as if nothing has happened. To be fair though, nothing has happened. Nothing has been happening for
…Ok to be honest that might have been a little bit unnecessary, but you can't be distracted right now! Because right now, any minute, a bus will be coming. And on that bus…rides HOPE! Well not hope yourself, but YOUR HOPE! And that beautiful hope is going to take you on its back and fly you out of this hell! Right up to the very top! And that hopes name is the Hunter Exam!
By the good God in the sky if you're not the-
[ ] Man
[ ] Woman
[ ] Man who looks like a woman
[ ] Woman who looks like a man
THAT WILL GET OUT OF THIS-
[ ] DUMP! You're a Meteor City kid, born and raised. Although you really fu*king wish you weren't. You've been surviving in one of the shit*iest city in the world, whatever the Exam will throw at you, you can take it
[ ] PIT! A mafioso though and though! Aaaaand though and though your money when down the drain. You've been on the grind since the day you were born, so you're sure you can grind down whatever comes at you.
[ ] FIRE! The last of your kind, hunted like animals and bones kept like trophies. You've sworn that you'll never end up the same, never just a thing. You're build different. Nothing more, nothing less.
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Decided to throw balls to the walls and start my quest to shake this writers-blocks off of me I'll try to postalmosteverydayIcanlet'sfuckinggoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
-[X] FIRE! The last of your kind, hunted like animals and bones kept like trophies. You've sworn that you'll never end up the same, never just a thing. You're build different. Nothing more, nothing less.
-[X] FIRE! The last of your kind, hunted like animals and bones kept like trophies. You've sworn that you'll never end up the same, never just a thing. You're build different. Nothing more, nothing less.
-[X] FIRE! The last of your kind, hunted like animals and bones kept like trophies. You've sworn that you'll never end up the same, never just a thing. You're build different. Nothing more, nothing less.
[X] Plan: The Under-estimated
-[X] Man who looks like a woman
-[X] DUMP! You're a Meteor City kid, born and raised. Although you really fu*king wish you weren't. You've been surviving in one of the shit*iest city in the world, whatever the Exam will throw at you, you can take it
[X] Plan: The Under-estimated
-[X] Man who looks like a woman
-[X] DUMP! You're a Meteor City kid, born and raised. Although you really fu*king wish you weren't. You've been surviving in one of the shit*iest city in the world, whatever the Exam will throw at you, you can take it
Kurapika's my fav, the archetypes cool but Meteor city has interesting lore, exploring that sort of stuff would be cool.
[X] Plan: Breaking some Nico Nico Kneecaps
-[X] Woman who looks like a man
-[X] PIT! A mafioso though and though! Aaaaand though and though your money when down the drain. You've been on the grind since the day you were born, so you're sure you can grind down whatever comes at you.
Note: the fire option is likely not the Kurta clan. It said their BONES are hunted. This it's likely that it's referring to that weird planet conjurer phantom troupe member's whistley bone tribe.
[X] Plan: Mafia Princess
-[X] Woman
-[X] PIT! A mafioso though and though! Aaaaand though and though your money when down the drain. You've been on the grind since the day you were born, so you're sure you can grind down whatever comes at you.
Getting to writing, expect updated soon than later cuz it's mostly written out.
Scheduled vote count started by the Iron General on Sep 14, 2023 at 8:27 PM, finished with 15 posts and 12 votes.
[X] Plan: Flaming Twink
-[X] Man who looks like a woman
-[X] FIRE! The last of your kind, hunted like animals and bones kept like trophies. You've sworn that you'll never end up the same, never just a thing. You're build different. Nothing more, nothing less.
[X] Plan: The Under-estimated
-[X] Man who looks like a woman
-[X] DUMP! You're a Meteor City kid, born and raised. Although you really fu*king wish you weren't. You've been surviving in one of the shit*iest city in the world, whatever the Exam will throw at you, you can take it
[X] Plan: Breaking some Nico Nico Kneecaps
-[X] Woman who looks like a man
-[X] PIT! A mafioso though and though! Aaaaand though and though your money when down the drain. You've been on the grind since the day you were born, so you're sure you can grind down whatever comes at you.
[X] Plan: Mafia Princess
-[X] Woman
-[X] PIT! A mafioso though and though! Aaaaand though and though your money when down the drain. You've been on the grind since the day you were born, so you're sure you can grind down whatever comes at you.
Gonna be real, a lot of my excitement's coming from the idea of our character's Nen, legit I feel Nen is one of the best parts of HxH just because of how it's both really fleshed out, and tied to the characters thematically.
The warm winds of the desert blow throughout your long thick golden blonde hair that falls to your mid-thighs, drying both the sweat covering you and the blood that ran down your ear. You run your right hand through it, feeling no knots within it, only its luscious smoothness akin to silk. Your hand stops moving right on your neck, beginning to massage the tenseness out of it-making sure not to accidentally dig your nails into your peachy soft skin. You gotta get out of this heat. It might not affect your body at all, but it's sure messing with your head. Never had it be so hot that you can bake an egg on a stone in the jungle, that's for sure...God, the jungle. You take a deeeeeeeeeeep breath in, filling your lungs to their utter limit with the still unfamiliar dry warm air. You can feel your firm, strong chest brush against the torn, rough brown rags you found in the trash a few months back. The rancid stench only just recently baked away by the sun and sandstorms. Then, you let it all out in one deep loud sigh. The now cooler air brushing past your soft pinkish lips. Your posture leaves you along with the air from your lungs for only a split second, having you hunch over in a near perfect upside down U. Finally allowing your body a moment's respite in this long, unrelenting journey you've undertaken.
HONK HONK
A deafening loud honk erupts from in front of you, sending you falling right on your butt with both the surprise of it, and the sheer strength of the sound itself-sounding less like a bus horn, and more like something that would come from a Foghorn. The source of this noise? A gigantic banana yellow bus, easily ten feet tall, filled to the brim with passengers…All of whom are looking at you..on the ground…cowering on the ground like a kid scared of thunde-you quickly get up and dust yourself off.
A snicker erupts out of almost every single passenger, the type of snicker that you make less because you find something mildly funny, but more because you want someone to know what you think of them. No. What they KNOW you are. A measly insect, trying to walk amongst the great elephants. Thinking it can be anything other than a-
"DING DONG DING SENPAI!" Your focus is violently pulled away by a high-pitched young girlish voice, the source coming from a quite small (she can just barely see over the wheel) woman who's at most her early 2-"YA' GETTING IN OR WHAT?" Her booming voice once again snaps you out of it. "O-Oh yes!" You quickly ascend the bus's stairs.
As you scan the interior of the bus, looking for any place at all to sit. It doesn't even take a second for you to see that this bus is packed like a can of sardines(there's even a few people up in the luggage holdings). People from all walks of life fill the bus, from large hair covered men who look like they could easily tear you limb from limb, sly swordsmen just itching to cut someone to pieces, and all that's in between…maybe you just should've walked.
[ ] Kindly ask one of your fellow exam takers if they could scoot over so you may sit down
[ ] "Kindly" "ask" one of your fellow exam takers if you may take their sit (Kick their ass for their spot)
[ ] Just-just keep standing, no need to cause a fuss over something this small
[ ] Write-In
