Margeaux could feel the eyes on her from all corners of the room, and she knew that she'd have to keep close to those three—or at least anyone that seemed trustworthy.

"Put these on, please." Her attention was drawn from the other hopeful-hunters in the room to a very small man who happened to look more like an overgrown bean with a suit, though, she couldn't say much. With a smile and a 'thank you' whispered from her lips, she took the badge that read 406.

There's that many here? Her stomach sank at the thought that she was hoping to beat all these people, especially given some looked so much stronger than she even was, but she tried to shake the thought from her head. A sigh slipped past her lips as she attached the round badge to her shirt, hoping it would stay in place even as she followed the other three closer to the crowd, keeping her hand on either Gon or Kurapika the whole way. Her head was busy turning this way and that to look over the other applicants that she didn't notice anyone had been talking to them until a drink was nearly forced into her hands. With a confused expression, she looked down at the can, head tilted, as she tried to find any puncture holes—she wasn't one to trust anyone so easily.

"Tonpa, I think these have gone bad. It tastes funny." Gon's words confirm her suspicions, and she immediately handed her unopened can back to the short male as the other two beside her poured theirs out onto the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize they had." Sure. You were hoping to poison us somehow, so it'd increase your chances. Those thoughts are soon pushed aside when she notices a scream coming from the distance.

"You should apologize when you bump into someone~ " There was a man—dressed like a jester, and another on the ground, his arms having been disintegrated into petals. Margeaux's eyes were focused on the jester. What is—What is he?

"Hisoka, number 44," Tonpa broke into her thoughts with his words, and she let her eyes linger for a moment longer over the strange man; she felt herself drawn to him—though she knew getting close could cost her life. Her gaze was broken soon enough by a card flying just past her cheek, cutting just enough to draw the slightest bit of blood, and she took a step back, avoiding yet another card that would have embedded itself between her eyes.

The jester-like man, Hisoka, simply gave her a Cheshire smile before he disappeared in the swarm of people behind him.

"Margeaux!" Gon, Leorio, and Kurapika had each yelled her name as the cards struck into the wall behind them, and she turned to face them before glancing at the cards that could have taken her life from her. It sent shivers down her spine, curling her toes and fingers into her palms until her nails had pierced the skin and blood dripped onto the floor below her.

I want him.

A short chapter update this time, but here's a little peak at Hisoka! No worries, he'll be popping up and messing with Margeaux quite a bit more, just have patience.

Also, thank you to all of you who have left a comment and favorited the story, I really appreciate it, and I'm glad some of you are enjoying it!