#hallowedpurple

[max-uzumaki]

@hallowedpurple

Suguru supposes he could make the most of the phone he was given, scrolling through his list of contacts. Eyes half-lidded at the fog of names going past. That is, until one name jumps out at him. Satoru Gojo.

Satoru.

He was here.

His thumb clicks on the button to message him before he can think twice about it. Mind reeling as to what he could possibly say.

The truth. It rang through his thoughts so clearly. Tell him you miss him. That you don't hate him for having to kill you. No. He couldn't start with that. Ask him where he is? Blame him for cursing you to this fate- God, what had gotten into him...

Finally, a message comes forth.

[Text: Gojo] Hey, Satoru. Seems like I can't stay dead here for whatever reason. I've got a map of this place, still finding my way around. Want to meet? In like an hour?

Send.

As the message clears, he feels an itch. Reaching to pull another of those damned flowers from his jacket.

[iinvertedheavens]

@hallowedpurple from Here.

"With how much information I had to dig up about you, I think I know you fairly well. Used to anyway."

Toji rolled his shoulders and twisted his upper body to loosen his muscles.

"Keeping you at 17 would've been like keeping you at your prime. You look... weak. Strange for the pinnacle of sorcerers."

[nomithered]

@hallowedpurple // Post New Year's Starter!

It was a nice time, David thinks. The New Years Eve party by Miss Wong was technically only the second get-together he'd encountered since arriving here in Spirale. And if he was being honest, rather enjoyable.

He'd won his bid an gotten those Silverpaper Photos. The fact there had been a 3 way bid for it at one point had been surprising! And resulted in him meeting that TV Guide of a fellow and finding out Gojo, that stringbean, had been bidding as well. He'd made the comment- to both of them- that he'd share the photos. Not like he could keep them all anyways, there just wasn't room...So he shared his Condo # an made sure they knew which idiot he was in that contact list before heading home.

Normally, you announce yourself when you come to visit a place but David had to admit he hasn't.........met his flat (er, condo) mate yet. And who was he to tell that woman what she can and can't have over? So when he answers the door, it being later in the evening so he's dressed down into his slides and sweats, he finds himself taken aback at The Stringbean at his door.

"It's awful late-- Aye- woah?"

Brown eyes blink at the taller on the other side of the door and at the obvious knock to his jaw that led directly to the split lip just above it. Any scolding he had just about to unleash for the late visit dying on his tongue. A brief flash of those major group chats he was added to before, talking about a fight, come to mind.

"Damn dude. That looks 'Angin'. You alright?"

[fcxrcin]

@hallowedpurple COTES WARD (Hanskuna's home)

"How is it? Is it good? Does it taste something like home?" Thanks to Sukuna and many recipes, she's learned a lot about Japanese cuisine. It's similar yet so different from the cuisine she is used to back home!

"I made them myself using spiralgoo."

Surely there's a reason why she invited Gojo over again into the Hanok. The Gumiho hasn't said anything just yet. She waits patiently. All ninetails curled around her like a blanket, and her hands rested on her lap, but her oney-browned eyes locked on the man.

[oovertime]

@hallowedpurple

"Gojo..."

It feels like a dream. Waking up from the nightmare of Shibuya's train station.

Alive.

Alive, above all things. Alive, after being touched by the patchwork curse, after his skin warped and twisted under him, bursting open, half a second able to speak, able to pass things on, able to--

He blinked. Took off his goggles, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and put them on again.

"Gojo...did everything turn out alright?"

[splitsoulkatana]

@hallowedpurple // Planned Starter

She knew it was a manner of time, so to speak. Once she'd gotten here, and once she'd managed to get past the initial blitz of trying to gather her bearings, she knew it'd come to something like this.

That phone, the one she'd instantly glossed over, gave away his being HERE of all places..and from there it just became a game of reducing outliers to find him. Well, as much as a game it could be to hunt down your former moron of a teacher.

She isn't sure exactly he's got going on here, or how cushy it might have been in his favor (between abilities and a new life), but that doesn't exactly stop the 5'7" teen from confronting him on the sidewalk near his home.

"Satoru Gojo."

[divinetotality]

@hallowedpurple cont. from ☾

What strikes him first was the fact that he could physically touch Gojo. Then what followed was an undignified noise as he was grabbed into those arms and pulled tightly against the taller man's chest.

Megumi writhes within that grip on instinct, groaning as it seemed he wouldn't be able to wiggle his way out of it anytime soon. Even for their powers being subdued in this place, his teacher was still physically stronger than him.

"Put me down or I'm going to punch you next time."

Was it the truth or an empty threat? Probably the former.

[uchihacycs]

@hallowedpurple

He was angry. He was so angry. The kind of anger you feel that turns your skin white hot. They'd taken his chance from him. The chance to take revenge and avenge his clan. He couldn't handle this.

With his hands shaking, he breathed quickly and placed them over his head, grabbing at his hair as he tried to calm himself. Didn't even matter? You're weak. It's your fault. It's always your fault. You couldn't do it anyway.

No.

Sasuke stood up and looked at the trees in front of him. If he couldn't find a way home, then maybe he could force whoever brought him here to PUT HIM BACK.

He did a few hand signs and unleashed a ball of fire from his mouth. Again...again...AGAIN!

While it wasn't as potent as it should've been, fire was fire, and it caught. It left Sasuke out of breath, but the destruction would be enough to grab the attention of whoever brought him here. That was the hope at least.

Eerily, Sasuke just stood and watched as the trees burned.