That may be more difficult, given my bargain with Hisoka.
[Honest, as always. He won't pretend certainty where there is none.
And the truth is, he's absolutely confident in his ability to win, just... not that he actually will. For emotionally complicated reasons. He takes a deep breath, kind of sighs it out.]
[Hisoka. There's no hiding the look of distaste that appears at the mention of his name. But she won't say anything about it. There's been enough of her arguing for one evening.]
I suppose that will have to do. [Anyway.] Has your ability to copy powers been altered, outside of your book being mostly emptied?
[Chrollo kind of. Gives a tiny smile at Paku's reaction - not apologetic but definitely... well let's say it's meant to smooth over her obvious distaste. He'll let it go if she will. Although he does wonder, vaguely... how likely it is to stay unspoken forever.
And he doesn't even blame them.]
Indeed. For one thing.
[He holds his hand out, and the book shimmers into existence.]
It is truly copying, at this point. The original neither loses their ability nor knows it has been replicated. Convenient. Also, the terms have changed, but you being you, most of them are already fulfilled - knowledge, and viewing. That only leaves one: a piece of the original user, or something important to them.
For the former, a lock of hair would do, or a bit of blood. It's your choice. As it happens, I can heal any wound inflicted, but I can't regrow your hair.
[Pakunoda listens carefully as he explains. It sounds simple enough, and none too troublesome, either. Not that it would be an issue if it was. She nods once.]
I understand. Although, there's still the new addition of memory alteration. But maybe we could save that for after I get a chance to test it out.
I believe it works the same way as my other powers. [Or at least, she's fairly sure it is. Either way, she reaches out to grasp Chrollo's hand.]
What did you just say? [She doesn't wait for him to answer. Doesn't need to. The memory surfaces immediately, and as soon as she sees it, she wills it away into nothing. The only thing that remains is perhaps a feeling of lost time, or something else that could explain the sudden blank where that memory was.]
[Can't be helped. He accepts them with a bit of hesitance and a reluctant smile - small and sad.
And then he holds out his free hand, and summons that book.]
Strange how this world has changed my abilities, and yours. Though it emptied my pages, in many ways I'm stronger than ever.
[The book flips itself open and Chrollo drops her hair onto its pages. Or rather... into them, because the moment they touch "paper" they vanish as though into a void.
And slowly, the facing page begins to fill with words... and pictures. Her picture, in fact.]
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[Asking that makes him feel... oddly lighter. He'll need to choose again in the event that she does disappear, but in the meantime...
Everyone within the Troupe trusted Paku, her judgment. If something happens to him, they won't descend into chaos.]
...but, that isn't an excuse to disappear, hm? Or to die again.
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I won't. But only if you promise not to die, either.
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[Honest, as always. He won't pretend certainty where there is none.
And the truth is, he's absolutely confident in his ability to win, just... not that he actually will. For emotionally complicated reasons. He takes a deep breath, kind of sighs it out.]
Still. I'll make an effort.
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I suppose that will have to do. [Anyway.] Has your ability to copy powers been altered, outside of your book being mostly emptied?
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And he doesn't even blame them.]
Indeed. For one thing.
[He holds his hand out, and the book shimmers into existence.]
It is truly copying, at this point. The original neither loses their ability nor knows it has been replicated. Convenient. Also, the terms have changed, but you being you, most of them are already fulfilled - knowledge, and viewing. That only leaves one: a piece of the original user, or something important to them.
For the former, a lock of hair would do, or a bit of blood. It's your choice. As it happens, I can heal any wound inflicted, but I can't regrow your hair.
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I understand. Although, there's still the new addition of memory alteration. But maybe we could save that for after I get a chance to test it out.
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Test it now.
Make me forget that I said this sentence.
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What did you just say? [She doesn't wait for him to answer. Doesn't need to. The memory surfaces immediately, and as soon as she sees it, she wills it away into nothing. The only thing that remains is perhaps a feeling of lost time, or something else that could explain the sudden blank where that memory was.]
Well?
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What? Ah, I lost track of time for a moment, my apologies.
I mean to say... make me forget that--
[....oh. Okay he's laughing now.]
Remarkable.
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It isn't a lock, but will this do?
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[...even if this is making him feel guilty again.]
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She takes a moment to pluck out a few more stands of hair, and then hands them over to him.]
Here.
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And then he holds out his free hand, and summons that book.]
Strange how this world has changed my abilities, and yours. Though it emptied my pages, in many ways I'm stronger than ever.
[The book flips itself open and Chrollo drops her hair onto its pages. Or rather... into them, because the moment they touch "paper" they vanish as though into a void.
And slowly, the facing page begins to fill with words... and pictures. Her picture, in fact.]
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... Thank you, Boss.