TIME FOR BEER

[putyaswordson]

[ it's a nice, warm summer evening in camp. and even with impending... plot stuff approaching, there is beer and other assorted types of alcohol waiting to be drunk.

time for beer? time for beer. ]

(TOUCH EACH OTHER, I CAN ONLY LAST SO LONG, will be slow because I forget how to thread or something silly)

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[fruitophile]

[ my senses tell me I should be here ]

A gift from camp, it looks like. ♦

[copyrightabuser]

Magic...?

[Which meant that there was some sort of trick to this. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a single shuriken and slashes the air between Hisoka and himself]

[fruitophile]

[ .......... HAHAHA ♠ yanks hard ♥ ]

[copyrightabuser]

[He nearly drops the shuriken as he forcibly flies forward, but he holds tight to it; he hoped to throw it immediately, but he doesn't have the proper balance yet]

[fruitophile]

This is taking too long. ♠

[copyrightabuser]

[And now he lets it fly, immediately pulling another from his pocket and sending it out as a second wave]

[fruitophile]

[ playing cards fly out in precise directions, colliding with the shuriken in mid-air ]

You're not very good at this. ♣

[copyrightabuser]

[He jumps back to gain some more distance and to survey the situation; judging by what he had said earlier, there's no time limit on Hisoka's abilities, and Ivan isn't able to see a thing... It's pretty clear that if he can't figure out the trick, he won't stand a chance. On top of that, his specialty is long-range attacks, which haven't been hitting.]

...

[fruitophile]

[ you might want to start running because Hisoka is approaching quickly, hands full of sharp poker cards ]

[copyrightabuser]

[EVEN IF YOU SAY THAT- no, actually, you're right. Retreat is certainly the best course of action, so let's hope this works!]

[fruitophile]

[ ufufufu, run little NEXT run ♥ ]

[copyrightabuser]

[His eyes dart about, searching for the best escape route, and- all right, that cornfield over there may be the best bet]

[verypointed]

[NO MAN, BAD IDEA. There's a red blur off in the corner of your eye before you feel yourself being whisked off your feet and direction changing towards the cabins]

[copyrightabuser]

[Not good. That feeling of his body being pulled on his own meant that- oh no, wait, THIS IS OKAY]

B-... Barnaby-san!?

[verypointed]

I really think we'll need to talk, but now's not the time for that, right?

[This Hero has a plan and is weaving in and around obstacles, sometimes several times before continuing to go in a direction AWAY from Hisoka.]

[copyrightabuser]

Yes... Sorry.