nonevessel

@nonevessel *  Ig..

@blesseur  * Okay now plz calm down...?

*  im mad

i am to go meet the family doctor (soon). your company does not exactly bode well for me either. why are you here? surely it isn’t to visit. 

* im gonna have to report u now >.<..

@nonevessel *  no..  no it isn’t Okay 

@6THEYES  * I can’t Fart...? Sniffles....>_<

tell me you hate me more than anything in the world.

—did you think i was going to let you die so soon? ^_^ i’m not gonna let you end up as some points for some useless sorcerer.

@illcurse:⠀ . .Then, am I able to (finally) part ways with you?  [He knows the answer to that question, but asks it anyway. He’s wearing that same look of disgust and loathing—he always does, when with the stitched sorcerer. The gaze is directed at the scene afore them: grisly and violent. Everything is red. It does not stir any sympathetic humane in his heart (perhaps, at one point in the past, it would’ve).]  You’re a stain I cannot seem to be rid of. . No, calling you a parasite is better suited for something like you.

unless   —here is where you wish to stay?

@nonevessel:   [to have it turned around, michizane can only feign ignorance by the tilt of his head. surely, he did have duties as the clan head, but no one has come to seek him out   (just yet).]   anyrhing can be made seen as a duty, my  ..implication? nothing, just a thought to note down.   [a pause,]   as for me, it’s rather suffocating trying to handle all of those duties. don’t you think? i believe they’d rather i be gone, in fact.

@infinplve:⠀[Silence ensues. The blank expression on his face does not falter, remaining unchanging, however his voice does somewhat tremble.]  I should be saying that to you, clan head. I have no duties. Or anything important. I only wander the country aimlessly, speaking as a witness of battles between sorcerers.. Just what are you implying?

@nonevessel:   ???   [the clan head is perhaps perplexed, cold irises flicker to the ravenette. peering quietly, lips drawn into a thin line.]   call it my own, personal curiosity. to what do i owe the visit? i believed that you had far more important (personal) duties to uphold yourself.

More tba, this is the basics and stuff.. ^_^  ++ He’s around 31-33 yrs old, this portrayal is mainly at the end of his original life (and including culling games arc)!!

The Vagabond ❀  Otherwise known as Rensei of the Fujiwara, a name scrubbed from their history in shame. The runaway heir who was said to have inherited the clan’s cursed technique and mastered the sword.

ᵀhe Vagabond who wanders Heian period Japan, /⠀ Of no destination, no renown. Rumored to be a Fujiwara heir who ran away from his duties at the age of seventeen, the Vagabond recites the tales of battles between jujutsu sorcerers, most notably ones of Ryōmen Sukuna. An [un]willing accomplice of the [in]famous jujutsu sorcerers Kenjaku and Ryōmen Sukuna in their atrocities and experiments [and being the experimented on], the Vagabond was one of the first few to be selected as a participant of the Culling Games. Throughout the Golden Age of Jujutsu, the Vagabond became notorious from being a devout pacifist who advocated for love and peace, to a violent curse user responsible for the mangled bodies strung across the countryside.
            
            At the age of thirty–three, the Vagabond passes away, body mummified and preserved at an ancient temple, besides a statue of Fuku[kenjaku] Kannon. The curse user is incarnated as a player in the Culling Games.

@nonevessel             ..to place your faith in someone like me is an ill choice. i believe i’m far past the point of redemption now, ren’ya. although, (...) i appreciate it more than you know.     [kiyoshō’s hands clasp tightly together over her lap as if in prayer as she listens to ren’ya play. for a brief moment, it seems as though she is trying to absolve herself of all of her rotten sins. the onmyōji appears more.. gaunt since their last encounter with the vagabond, eyes more sunken and skin more pale— she almost resembles a corpse more than the body kenjaku inhabits. her face contorts into an unreadable look, it’s something distantly related to contemplation, her eyes boring holes into the horizon in front of the pair.]     how you acknowledge my filth and still see a human underneath it all eludes me.     [as the string snaps, kiyoshō flinches away from ren’ya and the instrument; the movement is swift and minute, however, if ren’ya were to look, he’d surely notice the slight tremble of her shoulders. finally, she meets the wanderer’s eyes. kiyoshō swallows.]     ren’ya, i— (...) i’m sorry.     [kiyoshō doesn’t say it, she never would, but to her, moments like this is exactly why she believes his faith is ill placed.]

@akillingword: ⠀...I still believe you can be redeemed, Kiyosho. That you would see some reason, have at least any remaining sanity.  [It’s a quiet admission. Right hand grip the wooden bachi, plucking the strings whilst the other’s fingers dances along the neck of the instrument—the tune starts slow, serene, before quickly intensifying.]  But—I cannot forgive—the cruetly you inflict,  [The bachi plucks one string hard enough, breaking it. Ren’ya sits in complete silence, pausing.]  You or Ke..  [Even attempting to say the name is hard enough—hands tremble at the mere thought of them. Teeth gnaw at the his bottom lip.]  Maybe.. it’s best you leave. Please. 

— or are you too righteous to indulge a sinner like me? (x_x)⌒☆