Scenario:Chrollo - Libertaria, Island of Entertainment 2

Libertaria, Island of Entertainment 2

After Chrollo acquires a souvenir from a thief, Illnott takes him to the coliseum. Chrollo notices Illnott point her gun at him when the fighting spreads into to the audience and suggests that they take to the stage officially for their conflict.

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Chrollo: We seem quite off the beaten path for a guided tour.

Chrollo is following Illnott after she offered to show him around town.

Illnott: Around here, there's no streets like the backstreets. There's some real jiggy souvenirs you can't get anywhere else.

Illnott: What, are you scared of being taken down a dark alley?

Chrollo: I suppose I am. One of us could die here, and nobody would likely notice.

Illnott: Oh, but don't you like things on the dangerous side?

Chrollo: Yes, but your plan for this tour being something so cliche would be far too boring.

Illnott: I agree. Do be careful though, the public safety around here is "amazing."

Suspicious Man: Ow! Watch where you're going!

Chrollo: That was fast.

Several toys fall out of the sack the man is carrying.

Illnott: Heheh, aren't you a bit old to be playing with toys? Or maybe it's playing with other people's things that you like.

Suspicious Man: What? No, I didn't steal...

Chrollo picks up one of the fallen toys.

Chrollo: Oh? This is quite nice.

Illnott: Yeah, it's jiggy. A good old skull is great to slap on a sword.

Chrollo: Indeed. Nobunaga would probably love this.

Suspicious Man: Hey, that's my loot!

Chrollo: All I did was pick it up.

Chrollo swings the toy sword and the man's sack splits open.

Suspicious Man: Huh? Wasn't that thing just a toy?

Illnott: Wow, so Nen can even do things like that?

Chrollo: Yes. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like he had anything else interesting.

Suspicious Man: Damn it, what's wrong with you people?

Old Woman: Eat this, thief!

With a yell, an old woman throws an anti-crime ink ball at the suspicious man.

Suspicious Man: Uwah, that stinks!

Guard: Gah! This guy's got ink on him! Haul him away!

Suspicious Man: Shoot! I would've got away if it wasn't for you two!

Guard: Give up! You're going to get what you deserve on Duat Island!

Chrollo: Duat... Also known as the Island of Judgment, as I understand it.

Illnott: Huh. Already looked it up, have you?

Chrollo: Yes. That's where criminals in this kingdom go, right?

Chrollo: Those sent there are quickly imprisoned in their tower, never to see the light of day again...

Guard: Hey, that's not true! You're a tourist from another skydom, aren't you?

Guard: Anyone sent there gets a trial that spans several days. Not even the king can get around that. It's a very meticulous process, understand?

Chrollo: Ah, my apologies. I don't know much about your country yet.

Guard: Don't do anything to get yourself accused of something. The trial will take time even if you're innocent, and you won't be able to leave until it's over.

Chrollo: All right, I will be careful.

Guard: Thank you for helping with this. Let us know if you see anyone else suspicious!

Chrollo: I didn't do anything. Doesn't the old woman who threw the ink ball deserve any thanks?

Old Woman: Don't be silly! It's all thanks to you stopping him!

Old Woman: If you like that skull sword, then keep it! Just a token of thanks from my shop.

Chrollo: I see. It will make a good souvenir.

When the guard and old woman leave, Illnott starts complaining.

Illnott: Tch. We ended up being goody-two-shoes. How gross.

Chrollo: I'm just happy to have my souvenir. That said, I could do with some more stimulation.

Illnott: Then let's go for a palate cleanser, little dude. Sniff... Look, there's a smell coming from over there.

Chrollo: You're right... It's the smell of blood.

Illnott: You bet! That's one of Libertaria Island's best attractions, the coliseum!

Illnott: We'll go up close, where it's standing room only. Much more fun than VIP seats, I promise.

Gruesome bloodsport is already underway inside the coliseum.

Large Man: I'll put you in the ground!

Laughing Man: Hyah-hah!

Illnott: Ahaha, that was a good hit! Keep going! Punch him! Stab him! Show us blood!

Chrollo: I should have brought Uvo here.

Illnott: You won't be able to play it cool like that forever. Let your guard down, and...

Announcer: Whoa, it looks like one of our fighters has been thrown into the audience!

Onlooker: Hey, get off me!

The fight continues off of the stage, with aggrieved audience members starting to get involved.

Chrollo: Haha, they sure do enjoy themselves here.

Illnott: (Sorry to interrupt your fun, little dude.)

Illnott aims her weapon and silently places her finger on the trigger.

Chrollo: It's true that people let their guard down when excited.

Chrollo: And in this crowd, it would be easy to hide your bloodlust.

Illnott: Calm down there, little dude. It's too early for spoilers.

Chrollo: How about we settle this up there?

Chrollo: Here, entry tickets.

Illnott: How naughty. Where'd you pocket those?

Chrollo: ...

Illnott takes one of the tickets from Chrollo.

Illnott: All right, then. But let's keep our little game a secret from the others.

Chrollo: Very well. Show me what you can do with that gun.

With that, the pair walks to the entry desk.

Libertaria, Island of Entertainment 2: Scene 2

Chrollo and Illnott try to determine each other's objectives as they fight. Chrollo guesses that Illnott wants to separate him from (Captain) and breaks her right wrist. Switching to her left hand, Illnott draws a bat while attacking Chrollo and laughs when he suggests it's a piece of collaborative art.

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Announcer: What a surprise! We've got two new faces coming up next!

Chrollo: No rules, all weapons allowed. Doesn't that sound like the most enjoyable way to do this?

Illnott: Yeah. Use that Nen of yours all you want.

Announcer: Fight!

Illnott: Heh, it's a bit noisy in here. Let's have our boorish onlookers hit the road.

Chrollo: There's about three thousand people. I don't know how many options a goody-two-shoes like yourself has to do that.

Illnott: What? Take that back—I'm all bad.

Chrollo: Hehe, stubborn on that, are you?

Illnott: Now, watch this. Kill the City!

Tourist One: Oh my goodness, the King of the Night's graffiti is by my seat!

Suddenly, graffiti pops up all over the coliseum.

Chrollo: You did all that in an... No, you painted all that in advance, didn't you?

Illnott: I can erase it and bring it back at will. That lets me cause a fuss whenever I want.

Chrollo: (So, she really had been planning to make this island her stage from the start.)

Tourist Two: Hey, look outside! There's artwork everywhere!

Announcer: I-I'm going too! A chance like this comes around once in a lifetime!

Chrollo: Not bad, you've emptied the stands. Which means, of course, that the King of the Night gets to keep hiding their identity.

Illnott: Bingo. And your prize is... Bomb!

Chrollo: (That ink seems to be exceedingly sticky. She must want to immobilize me before taking me out.)

Illnott: Hooo! You sure look cool running on the wall like that!

Chrollo: Your ability to create graffiti with each attack seems no less impressive.

Each shot of ink that Chrollo dodges tags the ground with the King of the Night's signature.

Illnott: Oh, not bad... Let's try bombing you harder, then!

Chrollo: You sure like attention. Why not paint it someplace more obvious, then?

Illnott: Paint what?

Chrollo: The art I noticed in that back alley. You put it there as bait for me, right?

Illnott: What, you already knew?

Chrollo: It would have been easy for me to have missed it in a dark place like that. Were you that confident in yourself?

Illnott: Hah, bad ones like you adore those kinds of places, right?

Chrollo: That was all you based it off of? What if I had never gone there?

Illnott: Come on, how could I have passed up such a great canvas? Even the dirt on the red bricks was helping to elevate the work.

Chrollo: It was just because of your preferences, then. Quite the gamble to take.

Illnott: You found it, didn't you? You saw my graffiti and stopped to look at it.

Chrollo: Indeed I did.

Chrollo: So the whole plan itself was a reflection of your style. But one thing intrigues me.

Chrollo: Why call the graffiti you poured your soul into silly and erase it?

Illnott: Because it is just some silly graffiti. It's my right to put it up and take it down, isn't it?

Chrollo: Let me change my question. Why would you want to erase it?

Illnott: Hehe... What, are you saying it was a masterpiece?

Chrollo: I've just developed an interest in what you thought of it.

Illnott: You can believe whatever you want. I don't much care what anyone thinks of my work. The only thing I can say to you is...

Illnott: Don't be crass.

Chrollo: Crass, am I? You truly are interesting.

Illnott: Hah, aren't you a talker? Five Finger Discount!

As Illnott takes out a bottle, all the nearby weeds start to turn grey.

Chrollo: You've stolen their pigments. How will you use them?

Illnott: Sniff... Put them in this nice-smelling bottle, then shake...

Chrollo: (She got rid of the sticky ink and loaded this new bottle into her gun.)

Chrollo: So you change the ink you use before your opponent can get used to it. Do its properties depend on the color?

Illnott: More or less. But the color itself is affected by temperature, humidity, and the qualities of the canvas. Now, let's see what this does!

Chrollo: (That just melted the wall. It will be annoying dealing with a new type of ink every time she does that.)

Chrollo: Won't you tell me a bit more about yourself?

Illnott: Tch!

Flipping through the air, Illnott goes to touch the ground. But then...

Illnott: (A book?)

Illnott finds her hands connecting with not the floor, but rather the pages of a book that Chrollo has thrust before her.

Illnott: That's a nice book. Sorry to get my grubby hands all over it.

Chrollo: Don't worry about it.
Skill Hunter.

Chrollo: Just as I suspected, if it's not Nen, but this "magic," I can't steal it.

Illnott: Whoa, you thought you could steal my power? That's awfully arrogant of you!

Chrollo: Are you sure you're not the one looking down on me? One wrong step in this fight and you could die.

Chrollo: You won't be able to kill me if you insist on creating art for those empty stands.

Illnott: Hah, you don't seem particularly serious yourself for someone claiming to be in a fight to the death!

Illnott: Hrgh!

Chrollo: It does seem like you might be a match for Uvo in physical strength.

Illnott: Maybe, maybe not. In any case, this isn't a cool way to do things. I'd prefer to settle this peacefully.

Chrollo: But what would the boss of your crew think upon learning of what's happening here?

Illnott: What, you really want me to say it? What a tease.

Chrollo: ...

Illnott: Stay away from my little dude. The kid's too much of a goody-goody.

Chrollo: Right... You mean (Captain), I assume.

Illnott: Yeah. A real bundle of cuteness, that one.

Chrollo: I see, that's why you want this done peacefully. Come to think of it, your bloodlust back there was weak enough to be muted by the crowd.

Chrollo: You weren't trying to shoot me to death. You just wanted to hit me with some kind of ink.

Illnott: Right again, little dude.

Chrollo: You likely had the same kind of ink used in the anti-crime ink balls loaded.

Chrollo: Just as that man from earlier was arrested by the guards, walking around with it stuck to me would have gotten me sent to Duat Island.

Illnott: Needless to say, they'd find you not guilty.

Chrollo: But according to the guard, they would keep me there for a while until the trial ended.

Illnott: Yes, and by the time you got back I would have convinced my little dude to leave without you.

Chrollo: What if I had killed the guards and ran?

Illnott: That would put you on an express train for capital punishment. You don't want to make an enemy of this whole nation, do you?

Chrollo: Heh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Illnott: Tch. It seems you really are one of the baddest of the bad. That just makes me more motivated to see you cast off.

Chrollo: It seems that we'll have to take the result we want from each other by force, then.

Illnott: Hah, just try it!

Chrollo: Of course.

Illnott: Not bad! That's my right wrist out of commission.

Chrollo: I broke the bones there. If you can still shoot with that hand, I'll be quite impressed.

Illnott: Yeah, that might be beyond me. Which means...

Illnott: I'll just have to shoot lefty for a change!

Chrollo: That was well painted.

Illnott: Boo, not really. My bats are supposed to be cuter.

Chrollo: Don't be humble. It might be more valuable than the graffiti you lured me in with.

Chrollo: And wouldn't you call this a collaborative work between the two of us?

Illnott: In what way? The only thing that's special about it is that I used my left...

Illnott: Ah, I see. You're saying that it was only created because you disabled my right hand.

Chrollo: Makes sense, doesn't it?

Illnott: Ahaha! There are plenty of people who try to associate themselves with my work, but...

Illnott: I like it. You're great.

Chrollo: I'm happy you enjoyed it.

Illnott: Jeez, you're making me wonder which one of us is really the tour guide here.

By the time the audience remembers the fight and returns, the two contestants are already gone.

The only remaining trace of them is a single drawing of a bat smiling menacingly.

Libertaria, Island of Entertainment 2: Scene 3

Illnott uncovers that Chrollo's objective is to bring (Captain) and Lyria back to his world. Though the two almost start fighting again, Nobunaga and Machi appear and reveal that they had been trailing them the whole time. As the two agree to a truce, Illnott gives Chrollo a special spray can, coaxing a slight smile from him.

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Illnott: Right, that's enough tourism for tonight...
Well, don't you look satisfied.

Chrollo: I am. It was very amusing to see how much of a "goody-goody" you are yourself.

Illnott: Booo! That's ridiculous. What about that marked me as good?

Chrollo: Don't worry about it. What's more, I found this beautiful cup.

Illnott: Ahaha, you stole that too? You really are cute, you know that?

Chrollo: Thanks. I just take what I want, that's all.

Illnott: And you're planning on taking my little dude and Lyria too?

Chrollo: Yes.

Illnott: Heh. No beating around the bush, huh?

Chrollo: Trying to hide things from you will only earn me more suspicion at this point.

Illnott: All right then, I'll be upfront too. What do you even want to do with them once they're yours?

Illnott: Just keep them as pretty treasures, like that goblet?

Chrollo: I wasn't thinking of anything special. Just...

Chrollo: They have magic that I can't steal with Skill Hunter, as well as the power of primal beasts.

Chrollo: I might be able to do something interesting by taking them back to my world and combining their powers with Nen.

Illnott: Yeah?

Chrollo: I don't know if magic or primal beasts can function in my world, but it's worth trying.

Chrollo: After meeting your captain face-to-face...

Chrollo: I get the feeling that (Captain) still has some kind of great power sleeping away, unknown to all.

Chrollo: Stimulating the kid too much and making it awaken could cause problems for me.

Illnott: Of course. And you're plenty stimulating. Keeping you away sounds great to me.

Chrollo: I see. Staying away from (Captain) and Lyria will make them easier to steal.

Illnott: That's right. It's a win-win deal.

Chrollo: Actually, I'm a bit off. Awakening good kids like (Captain)...

Chrollo: Is much more likely to happen when I threaten their friends or something, now that I think about it.

Illnott: ...

Chrollo: Yes, your captain does seem like that type.

Illnott: I don't like where this conversation is going. If that's how you want to play this, I have plenty of more unscrupulous means to resort to.

Chrollo: Heh, don't hold back on my account. I'm interested to see what would become of you if you had to abandon art.

Illnott: Ahahah, you really are a teaser.

Illnott: Right, I'd like to chat more, but...

Illnott: Tch, the accursed sun has made its appearance. I really hate that thing.

Illnott: And now that your friends are here, I doubt I'll have another chance to bomb you.

Machi: Want me to fix your wrist for you? I'll do it for thirty million.

Illnott: Haha, what a bold rip-off.

Illnott: Or is that really the going price for someone with your skills? In any case, this'll heal up with a bit of spit.

Machi: Yeah? Well, it's a pretty clean fracture. There shouldn't be any problems letting it heal naturally.

Chrollo: Nobunaga, Machi, sorry for making you play along with this.

Nobunaga: Don't sweat it. I'm the one who said I wanted to go fishing.

Nobunaga: But there is something I'm mad about.

Illnott: What, are you upset that I tried to bomb your boss?

Nobunaga: No, it's actually the boss I'm ticked off at.

Chrollo: Don't be mad, Nobunaga. Look, I got you this sword.

Nobunaga: That's what I'm angry about! What's with that skull?

Chrollo: Do you not like it?

Illnott: But it's totally jiggy! I bet you'd look cool as hell swinging it around.

Nobunaga: Not you too! Where'd you people get taste like that, really...

Illnott: Hah. Speaking of, you were following me the whole time, right?

Nobunaga: Yeah. We didn't know what you were planning.

Machi: At first we thought Hisoka might've sent you, but that didn't seem right.

Machi: Anyway, if you noticed us tailing you, you must've realized you couldn't really do anything to our boss, right?

Illnott: So what if I did?

Nobunaga: Oh, come on.

Illnott: Hah! I'm sorry to inform you that I'm not just bad, I'm also stubborn.

Nobunaga: Yeah? I like it, you've got guts.

Machi: Why'd that get you liking her...

Chrollo: Don't worry, Illnott. You've entertained me today, so I won't be interfering with (Captain)'s freedom.

Illnott: Right. In other words, you're going to let us go for a while and enjoy watching us.

Chrollo: Yeah, I get the feeling that the kid will show me something interesting if I do that.

Illnott: Eh, good enough. That's about all I can expect to get from you right now.

Illnott: I'm done for tonight. I don't want to stay under the sun's rays any longer.

Illnott: But before I go, take this.

Illnott casually tosses something to Chrollo.

Chrollo: Oh?

Machi: Is that spray paint? The kind you always use?

Illnott: There's some really special ink in there. Think of it as a symbol of our friendship.

Machi: Gyo doesn't show any traps on it.

Machi: But I guess that might not mean much against the magic in this world.

Chrollo: It's all right, Machi. She isn't the type to mess with her opponents that way.

Illnott: Heh. You know me so well, little dude.

Machi: Yeah? All right then.

Illnott: Good night. I'm always game if you just wanna paint the town red—I'll even bring along my little dude!

Nobunaga: Whoa, she's fast. I already can't see her.

Chrollo: Yes, that was beyond what I expected. It seems that this world has its share of interesting people too.

Machi: Huh? You're going to paint now?

Chrollo: Yes. Temperature, humidity, and the qualities of the canvas are apparently important, so I don't know what the color will be like...

Chrollo: But maybe I can make something beyond what I expect too.

Chrollo shakes the spray can and turns his lips up in the slightest of smiles.