I wanted to post the supplement hatsu below that he will be creating soon if we just keep things as is.
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Trickster's Script
Loki conjures hologram-like illusion copies based on written scripts or premeditated roles. These phantoms behave in ways determined by Loki's prepared outline, mimicking voice, motion, and presence.
Nen Types Involved: Conjuration (illusion body), Emission (sound illusion), Transmutation (supplement)
Trickster's Script: Functionality & Drawbacks
Script Condition: Loki must write a script (mental or physical) for each illusion beforehand, outlining how it behaves.
Realism: Illusions appear highly realistic under normal observation and even simulate footsteps and speech.
Fixed Roles: Illusions follow scripted paths and do not react dynamically unless pre-programmed to do so.
Aura Cost: Larger illusions or those with speech and sound cost significantly more aura.
No Aura Signature: Cannot replicate a real person's aura unless using a special mimic technique.
Bypassing Gyo Detection: To make Trickster's Script viable against Gyo and master-level Nen users, Loki uses a two-layered deception method:
1. Aura Signature Mimicry (Touch-Based)
By physically touching a target (or an item or blood belonging to them), Loki can temporarily imprint a sample of their aura signature into one of his illusions. This allows the illusion to appear legitimate even under Gyo. (Can use his own aura to make a sample of himself)
Limit: Mimic lasts 3–5 minutes before degrading.
Trade-off: Reapplying aura samples costs additional aura.
2. Repulsion-Based Misdirection Field
Loki uses low-level repulsive pulses from Imaginary Gimmick to create ambient aura static in the surrounding area. This interferes with precise detection from Gyo or En, especially in cluttered environments (alleys, forests, ruins).
Limit: Only works when Loki is nearby.
Trade-off: Constant aura drain while active.
Effectiveness Against Gyo & En
Beginner/Intermediate Users: The aura mimicry alone is sufficient to fool them completely.
Advanced Users: The combined mimicry + aura static may still deceive them, especially in chaotic settings or with multiple illusions.
Masters (e.g., Zeno, Biscuit): They might detect subtle anomalies over time (movement patterns, aura decay, misaligned timing). The ability buys time, but won't fool them indefinitely.
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The rain had not stopped since last night. It fell down the cracked windows of the church, blurring the world outside. The stained glass cast dull, fractured light into the main room, where no one spoke.
Sarasa and Sheila were gone.
Loki stood near the church doors, his hands clenched tight in his coat pockets and his jaw locked. The rest of the group sat or stood in small clusters, supporting each other.
He had failed.
His breath trembled in his throat as his eyes stared into the gray drizzle, desperately seeking answers. But all he could see were the bags and those bloodstained, silent, discarded bags left in the trees like trash.
He tried to stop it. He had known it was going to happen, but he still failed to stop it.
'I thought it would be different with my help,' he thought.
'But it was actually worse with my help...'
In his old life, at least Sheila had survived, but this time, both had died. His knowledge hadn't protected anyone but instead had made things worse.
And yet...
That feeling, that twist in his stomach, that dread that had crept in when he saw the bags.
It wasn't something new to him. It was the same feeling he felt when Hector had taken everything from him, when he witnessed his own invention stolen, and when the world moved on without caring.
'It always ends like this... Just when things feel real and when it seems everything might finally be okay, something destroys it.'
Loki closed his eyes in pain, but soon opened them again with a chilling coldness.
'I've relaxed far too much... Ever since killing Hector and finding myself here, that drive that pushed me for more seems to have subsided....'
Maybe it wasn't about relaxing but about deluding himself. Somewhere along the way, he had begun to believe that this world could offer him a clean slate and peace.
But he was wrong.
This world was as cruel, twisted, and bitterly scripted as the last.
The actors in this performance still worked hard to make his world a tragedy.
People always lived within the roles assigned to them, and those who clung to more were considered bad actors. Tragedy didn't occur because of fate, but happened because people refused to see the structure behind the curtain. They believed they were real, that their dreams were theirs to shape, and not merely echoes of some bigger actor's backstory.
Loki had seen behind that curtain before. He had felt it when he realized the small-time players would fall to the big ones.
His entire life was one of designing illusions, crafting entire lives from light and deceit. He had controlled what people believed was real.
Now, looking back on Sarasa's laughter and Sheila's smile, which were both abruptly cut away as though their scripts had reached their final act, he understood something terrifying.
The illusions he made felt more honest than reality.
'Perhaps living in a mirage is more befitting for someone like myself... Reality has proven to be broken. Perhaps my previous ambitions were also broken...' Loki thought to himself, glancing outside the window.
His ambitions had forced him onto the path of no return and had led him into the pits of hell. For the past few months, he had lived every day training to once again rise to the top...
But for what reason?
For what reason should he climb to the top when all that came with this climb was despair? How should he correct this broken illusion they called reality?
Maybe he couldn't save Sarasa or Sheila, but he could ensure that their deaths weren't just a pointless, inevitable act in someone else's story. If reality insisted on turning everything into tragedy, then he would become the playwright of tragedy itself. If chaos was the only ladder that ever existed, he would climb it not with desperation but with his own script in hand.
All he cared about was the kind of power that didn't bleed, the type that didn't break, the kind that twisted belief until even gods couldn't distinguish illusion from truth.
If he couldn't save the world, then he would remake it, not in his image, but in his direction.
'Let's throw out the old script and start the first act of the new one. I think I'll call it "It Begins With Vengeance,". That does have a nice ring to it,' Loki thought with his eyes narrowing with killing intent.
He stepped back into the room, breaking the silence.
"We need to find who did this."
Everyone looked up and glanced at him.
"I know that everyone is still upset, but we can still take revenge. This is what we in Meteor City have always done, right? I certainly don't want to just sit here."
Feitan glanced at Loki in approval. "The only people who would do this are the gangs outside. They capture kids from time to time, so it might be them."
"They're the only ones who come in and out freely," Machi replied quietly.
Chrollo, still seated, folded his hands. "We don't know which one did this, though."
"Who cares," Phinks interjected. "We can just keep attacking them until we find the right one."
"We kill them all," Franklin said, his voice low.
Loki nodded slowly. "If we pressure the smaller groups outside Meteor City, someone must know something. Someone will talk."
No one disagreed.
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The next morning, the sky remained overcast. Loki stood in front of the campsite of a gang outpost on the edge of the southern ridge. Crude fences, burned-out cars, and the smell of mold, rot, and damp smoke filled the air.
A few sentries with cheap knives and guns at their waists lounged outside.
Loki flared his Aura before walking in calmly.
"Hey, who the hell are you?" one called out.
Loki didn't answer as his footsteps squelched in the mud. As he passed under the rusted chain, a shimmering aura flickered around his fingers, accompanied by a low hum, almost invisible.
One of the men stepped forward with a knife, about to threaten him, when Loki raised his hand.
The repulsive force flared as he put his hand on the man's shoulder.
CRACK!
The boy was instantly brought to his knees with his bones crushed as he screamed out in pain.
The other men in the area screamed and took out their guns.
Burst Step.
Loki vanished from their line of sight. The man closest to him hadn't even had time to pull out his gun before he was thrown back by another blast, skidding across the gravel.
A voice called from inside the building. "What the hell's going on out there?!"
A group of armed men spilled out quickly. Some shirtless, some holding makeshift weapons, and others with pistols.
A man with an unbuttoned shirt walked out and looked at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, boy..."
Loki didn't flinch as his red coat rippled in the wind.
"Why hello there, sir. If you gentlemen could kindly put down the weapons, I only have some questions I'd like to ask..." Loki said in a kind tone, but the massive wave of killing intent radiating from him said otherwise.
Feeling the crushing Aura, the man squinted his eyes.
"Nobody tells me what to do, boy... Kill him!" The man shouted.
All of the surrounding gang members instantly fired their guns.
Loki instantly made a small bubble of Repulsion around himself, catching all of the bullets.
"Oh my... It seems you like to communicate in this way. Lucky for you all, I happen to be quite adept at this form of communication as well. Let me give these back to you..."
Loki urged his Aura, and all of the bullets were shot back to their sender, causing all the men to fall down in pain.
The man in the glasses instantly fell backwards in fear as his sunglasses came off.
Loki walked up with a smile on his face and squatted beside him.
"Not to worry, my good man, I just want to know if you know anybody who is in the business of torturing children... I have something to discuss with them." Loki said, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know anybody, man... Just let me go! I won't tell anyone!"
Loki, hearing this, nodded kindly before urging his Aura.
Maximum Pain.
It wasn't perfect yet, as his emission wasn't strong enough to project far. But here, in direct contact, it worked perfectly.
The man arched upward, mouth open in a voiceless scream as Loki's Repulsion dug him into the gravel, compressing his ribs.
"Are you sure? Think really hard for me..."
"I—I don't know names! Just that there are some groups in the area! The newest one has been really active lately! I know they record it and upload it online!"
Loki's eyes flared.
"That helps me a lot, my friend! Anything else you know about this new group?" Loki said as he moved his hand towards his shoulder and pressed a little harder.
"AGHH... I swear that's all I know! Just let me go, man!"
Loki smiled coldly beneath his mask before moving his hand towards the man's head.
"Of course! Let me free you from this twisted reality," Loki said, causing the man's eyes to widen in fear.
Loki quickly urged his Aura, crushing the man's head.
Getting back up, he dusted his hands slightly before pulling out a small radio that Shalnark had.
Glancing around, the remaining men were on the ground, injured, unconscious, or worse.
"Hello! This is Loki! I think I found something to check in on Shalnark. You should call everyone back after they finish their area."