"I'm sure you can't wait to be a member of the Phantom Troupe!"
"Um… Yeah." Midnight said, not paying much mind as Vera beckoned her to follow. She lead Midnight outside.
"Follow me."
In an instant, Vera was a cat again and she ran into the dark woods. Midnight made good chase, but soon found something wrong.
"Vera… Vera, what is this? I… um, I can't see." Midnight cursed loudly as she ran into a wall.
"That's the point." A unfamiliar voice drove Midnight out of her thoughts.
She looked around suspiciously, automatically shifting her weight to her left leg and moving her scythe into a position easy to attack with. The haze lifted, and a man with dark hair and pale skin was leaning on a wall, The one Midnight had heard. Vera was grinning like the cheshire cat, now in human form again.
"Sorry, Midnight. I couldn't say anything."
"You could've at least said something." Midnight pouted, but let the matter go.
"Hmmm… Midnight, we'd like to have you for the spider." He said in a drawl. "But first, I have one test for you."
"What?"
"Pass the Hunter Exam. When you have a Hunter licence, we'll let you in."
~Timeskip to the exam place brought to you by Midnight's red Scythe~
~Midnight's POV(Finally!)~
I walked into a large cavern-like room. The place was deathly silent, but many people had already arrived, presumably for the test. A guy walked over to me and handed me a white tag with two black numbers on it- 97. I shrugged and put it on. No need to duck out of formalities, as all I needed to do was pass this test. If It would better my chances of passing, I would follow the rules.
A ugly fat dude in a blue shirt came up to me with this big old smile on his face like he was a lunatic or something. Information passed through my mind as I looked at him.
NUMBER 16
MALE
E/C: BLACK
AGE 46
"HI, I'm Tonpa. This is my 36th time taking the Hunter exam! You must be a rook-er, I mean new."
I paused, staring at him from under my bangs. He kept smiling and took a juice out of his orange messenger bag.
"Well, let's drink to our new friendship, shall we?"
Tonpa almost forced the bottle of juice into my hand, which I dropped to the ground. "I don't drink anything. Or eat anything, for that fact."
I walked away, Tonpa's face twisted into a half-snarl.
Then, a dude with some freaking creepy eyes that looked sort of like a clown gone bad caught my gaze. I felt information run through my head.
His eyes narrowed and at once I felt compelled to look away, but I knew he was using nen, testing my willpower. I shrugged, feeling his eyes on me as I turned my back to him.
NUMBER 44
MALE
E/C: YELLOW
AGE 27
TRANSMUTER
It wasn't unusual for people to stare at me. I was thirteen, had loooong black hair and pale skin, and dressed like an emo-loner. A very, very dark and depressed emo-loner.
Almost at once I sensed a new arival at the door. A kid who seemed to be about my age walked in with silver hair and blue eyes and holding a yellow and green skateboard. He lazily took his badge and put it on. Number 99. My dark eyes trailed him as he walked around the room like a trail of hot soot. He didn't notice, but I couldn't seem to look away. I was sure I had seen his face before. When I look at someone, I can usually find out something about them. I don't really know how I get this information, It just happens.
After several minutes, I finally recognized him as he looked at Tonpa with the same look I knew so well. It was Killua Zoldyck, would be heir of the Zoldyck family. I knew his father well; Silva Zoldyck was the person that called on me most. It was possible to force me places even if you meant to or not, and I often found myself disappearing and reappearing where there had been lots of bloodshed. Thus, I met Killua Zoldyck when he was 6. Kind of, at least. He hasn't met me.
Finally, satisfied with my analysis, I made myself scarce and waited. There would be all the time in the world to survey this bunch of apes before the test even started.