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@offmutt  *   That’s just torture u feel good abt urself?

@ilovemen2k25 * Nvm im gonna fart on u

@offmutt    *  um no??? Where did u get that From I think u need to double check actually and Omg. Say it say it say it nightmare Nightmare slaps u on the face

I might actually have to kill you and im no Killer!!

@offmutt  Stop looking at his ass!! 

@6THEYES Ik he got a fat ass.. Damn!!!!!

＊ ₁        @offmutt:           (Cut,  cut,  cut.  Gojo has to hurt the other before the other could manage to hurt him.  Perhaps he’s already hurt by Nikolai’s words but he still wears a smile nevertheless.)    Then how about seriously considering leaving?  Let me handle this.  After all,  I’d finish it faster if I don’t have to worry about you.    (A pause,  slightly irked by the next comment but he manages to release a chuckle.  Though he can’t stop the way his brows quirk into a small crease,)    Better personality?  Right.    (A hand falls onto his chin,)    We fell on the wrong foot!  How about this,  you just follow me and stay quiet.  I like you better when you’re talking anyways.  Well.    (His smile falters,  staring aimlessly ahead but it seemed that his Six Eyes already found something.)    The curse is nearby,  let’s go.

@6THEYES: ⠀[A wince forms on Nikolai’s face, averting his gaze from anywhere else but Gojo.]  You’re not wrong.. I-I don’t wanna die. We aren’t even adults yet..  [He nervously drums his fingers against his thigh, a long, awkward silence occuring between the two before he finally glances upwards from his sitting position,]  You might be better in terms of jujutsu, but at least I have a personality..  [A loud cough,]  Ahem.. Sorry. T-That slipped.. 

＊ ₁        @offmutt:          (His eyes darken,  blue irises staring down at the other with his hands sliding into the pockets of his uniform.)    They do say one thing,  that I’m practically better than everyone.  That includes you.    (A pause,  and a shrug.)    Might as well quit being a sorcerer considering you’ll probably die on the field!  After all,  you’re not untouchable.

@seriaIdecth: ⠀You’re so silly for asking me that. You can always walk away, get out of your cage. It just takes one push. [Nikolai holds up his index finger, a wide grin stretching across his mouth,] And then you’ll start killing a bunch of non-sorcerers like me! We’ll be great partners! ( ◠‿◠ )

How can you just walk away so freely? 

[CULLING GAMES] tba but he's a player and (Unwillingly) help the tokyo students #TrustMe 

[NIGHT PARADE OF A HUNDRED DEMONS, 2017] Nikolai became one of the first to join Geto’s group after years of silence. A fierce loyalty that bordered obsession — no, was obsession, infatuation — he became Geto’s own little dog that did his bidding. A dog that became loyal after years of disillusion and rotting in Hokkaido after dropping out — utterly devoted to the point it was religious. The cursed spirits saw Geto as their own Buddha, why shouldn’t Nikolai?
            
            To him, anybody that thought otherwise of Geto’s ideals deserved to die. They all did. Non-jujutsu sorcerers that couldn’t control their cursed energy. 
            
            A thought of Geto being wrong never crossed Nikolai's mind until now. It wasn't like him to.. but Geto planned to kill Yuta Okkotsu. A first year. The seed of doubt slowly was implemented into his mind as the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons begun. Fighting and killing a few sorcerers off like flies kept Nikolai mildly entertained. Of course, the thought lingered in his mind, spacing out. [Were we really doing what’s right?] Nikolai tries to wipe the traitorous thought. Geto was always right. He thought best. 
            
            He felt a wave of dissastisfaction, just like before. Nikolai isn’t exactly surprised to hear Geto dying by the end of the night.. Still, the news of it causes a similar reaction to Ren’s death. Run. Disappear for a while. He feels he can do that right.

Nikolai and Ren stuck to each other like glue, almost never seen without one another. From missions, to attending class together — Nikolai’s timid attitude improved, becoming more confident due to Ren’s influence.   
            
            JULY 12TH, 2006. Ren dies during a mission. 
            
            Nikolai slowly spirals into a state of dissastisfaction, isolating himself away from other students and teachers, including Yaga himself. He began to take on mission after mission, exorcism after exorcism, attempting to distract himself from Ren's death before completely breaking down and suddenly dropping out of Jujutsu High shortly after the end of the Star Plasma Vessel mission. A few cursed tools from the warehouse were stolen, including one belonging to the Gojo clan.

@over7-3: ⠀are you trying to antagonize me? it’s not working.  [he hugs the silver briefcase tightly as if it’s supposed to comfort him, only to be met with the cold bite of the metal. the usual bravado in his voice is gone, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion that sets in his bones. it’s the bitter cold.. maybe. at least, that’s what the mutt tells himself. head lifts from his sitting position to meet nanami’s eyes with his mouth curving into a gleeful smile.]  i’m already saved. he guaranteed me it..  [a pause before smiling wider,]  hey, i wonder how’s haibara doing..  

But you’re not.  At the end of the day,  Nikolai you’re still seeking some sort of salvation.  (I suppose we all are.)

໒      ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ          ⨾   1  /   1        ──────────       
            
                 YUA’S VOICE DOESN’T SOUND LIKE
                      HER OWN.  IT SHOULD.  THIS 
                          CLOSENESS,  THE PROXIMITY
            With another human could make her crawl out of her skin.  When’s the last time she’s ever been so   […]    close.   To another living,   breathing human.   She feels flesh.   She feels a pulse.   Hot,   searing;  blood pumping through veins.   If she could just— squeeze.   Maybe the life would leave his body    &    she could have her cold solitude once more.   Nikolai is an intrusion that should be removed.   Permanently.  So,  Yua squeezes more.  There’s a fear in her eyes that hasn’t been seen since she was a child.   Hands tremor against the heat of Nikolai’s throat.   If you really listened,  you could hear a weak whimper that escapes the Nameless.   A cry,  maybe.   
                                      SHE SHOULD END IT ALL
                                      NOW,  
                                      MAYBE END HERSELF IN
                                      THE PROCESS.  
                                      SOMEHOW, NIKOLAI’S 
                                      PROPOSAL WAS—- 
            
            
            
                           ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ‧    〞 You will die by                     
                           my hands—- why are you so
                           so willing to die for God who 
                           did not create you!   Why ﹖
                           What makes you think I’ll turn
                           what keeps you coming back
                           Faith.   Devotion. Or maybe the 
                           loss of my own sanity ﹖   YOU 
                           ARE FILTH. DISGUSTING,   
                           LOWLY FILTH. I wish the earth
                           could swallow you up and spit
                           you                out.   〞
            
                                           
            

═ㅤ═     &    「   結         匿名
            おっこつ    」  Y.O ▕   N. 
            ───────────
            
                           ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ‧    〞 You will never                     
                           know peace,  not until the day
                           you die,  Nikolai.  Murder will
                           not fix this system— the cogs
                           have been broken since you 
                           were born.  So do not talk to
                           me like you—﹖ ﹖  Like you 
                           know me.  Know my desires.
                           I’M.   I.   [...]  I would never.  I 
                           could never—  make an — 
                           an example,  with the likes of 
                           you. You’re no angel of death. 
                           You’re no angel at all. Please.  
                           leave.  I am no Geto. I am 
                           better than him— than that.  
                           If I am burdened with fixing 
                           the world,  then so be it. I 
                           will watch you crumble as I 
                           do it.      〞
            

ᵀ̲ᴼ̲⠀@UNEARTHED, 　[The hand latched onto his neck, and for a brief moment, his face is panicked, appearing like that scared boy back at Jujutsu Tech, always seem to be he was one second away from bursting into tears in the spot. Eyes, wide, filled with fear at the possibility of the faceless apparition putting him down like some damn mutt (but he is one, isn’t he? A good mutt for the worst of all curse users — his own personal Buddha.) Yet, the mutt’s own mouth pulls back into a mocking smile, his eyes brimming with glee; fingers delicately wraps around the Nameless’s wrist, though does not pull the hand away from his throat.]  Aha,  [He laughs, though his voice cracks,]  Jujutsu society is corrupt, you and I know this. Filled with old men that try to uphold their failing, ‘traditional’ principles. They send teenagers to their deaths and no one bats an eye, only bending to their will. We know this. You know this.  [And he dares to take one step closer — Too close for comfort, leaning into her hand around his throat as his voice decrescendos into a whisper,]  Slaughtering them like the dogs they are would be so much better — wouldn’t you say? Nobody would dare to take their spot if we made an example of them. Their corpses strung for all to see.  [A pause. He acts to tempt her into his maddened ideals, to give the Nameless a push to spiral — just like him.]  Right?

@seriaIdecth: ⠀[A brow raises at the sight of the needle, head tilting down to see it pierced snuggly through his shoe and into said-foot. The pressure itself was there in the absence of pain. A slow smile, amused, etches itself onto Nikolai’s face, eyes crinkling in pure delight despite his helplessness within the sanctum. Head tilts to the side like a dog, curious,]  That’s not very nice. Attacking me, unarmed..  [Voice trails off into a whisper mockingly, taking another step forward before pausing. Nikolai’s eye twitches in irritation. ‘Could’ve been’. The words echo throughout his mind, the Nameless's voice synchronizing with the others. Could’ve been.. Should’ve been.. The smile appears more forced now, letting out a disgenuine laugh that rings throughout the domain. His gaze fixates on the blurred vision of Yua, scrutinizing and seeing.]  I’m not here on Getō’s orders, no worries.. nor am I in the killing mood today.  [That itch just gnaws at him, though.]  You make me really sad. This was my school, too. For a bit. Can’t a former student be nostalgic and visit? You treat me as if I’m the enemy.. Maybe you should worry more about those around you. Stupid, stupid higher-ups.. Sitting on their asses and sending teenagers to die. (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) It makes me tear up.. So, soooo much blood on your hands.. It makes you no better than me, haha! We’re almost the same! ( ◠‿◠ )

═ㅤ═     &    「   結         匿名
            おっこつ    」  Y.O ▕   N. 
            ───────────
            
                           ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ‧    〞 My aggression                     
                           is what keeps me alive,     […] 
                           believe or not.  You’re here 
                           for a reason.    State it.   You 
                           haven’t attacked yet, so it’s 
                           safe to assume Suguru Gēto
                           sent you here with a purpose, 
                           no ﹖ 
            
                               It’s always a wonder on
                           how you sick creatures find 
                           your way into my school, my 
                           abode.  [A pause,]   You’re so                      
                           persistent.    It is infuriating. 
                           Should I kill you where you 
                           stand ﹖ ﹖    Death,  by my 
                           hands.  You could’ve been 
                           excellent,  Nikolai.   One of our 
                           own.  An absolute power in 
                           our ranks.        〞
            
            ໒      ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ          ⨾   1  /   1        ──────────       
            
                 YUA’S VOICE RINGS OUT IN THE 
                      SANCTUM.   SHE IS EVERYTHING,  
                          AND EVERYWHERE  
            (But,)  nothing all at once.   Yua never appreciated Nikolai’s ability to comprehend her very spirit. To form   &    craft some sort of visualization of her shapeless being.  To be seen is a fear, to be known is a weakness.   Through paranoia   &    madness, Yua feels seen by Nikolai.   Even within the domain,  the false sanctuary of safety is distorted.  The smell of sandalwood is putrid,  Chinese script is incomprehensible.  It’s all a delusion. 
                               NIKOLAI ABUSES THAT.  
                    WHEN YUA STEPS AWAY, he draws closer.   She desires to flee back to the safety of her balcony,  watching life from above.   The puppeteer of her show.   Instead of cowardice,  she strikes an acupuncture  needle within a pressure point of his foot.
            
                           ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ‧    〞 Don’t move 
                           a step closer.  I’m no stranger 
                                   to violence.     〞

ᵀ̲ᴼ̲⠀@UNEARTHD,⠀ You’re always so unnecessarily aggressive, y’know?  [A step is taken forward — daringly, mocking the Nameless. Eyes, a dull void, bore into the face of the faceless; a blurred face, staring into the faceless apparition.]  You could always loosen up — get that stick out of your ass, for once. A possible lifestyle change.