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Hiiiiya ! I’m so glad to see those of you I do know and very pleased to meet those of you I don’t.
You, the “Chosen.” I think I’ll give you something to think about. Actually it's a concept that I’ve agonized over for a while!

[ The figure front row and centre chirps from the close proximity to the screen. Strange backdrop for those who won't immediately connect the dots. The skeleton scene of An Attempt(TM) for a birthday just barely viewable over his shoulder. As he leans back from the camera again there's evidence that he's put it together mockingly, perhaps even a little contemptuously going by how many things are askew. It's a red herring, unless...?

At any rate there's no mention whatsoever who it's for—Gogol did say there was something more important on his mind. So he gets right to chattering. ]

Does a devastating control over our lives make a God? And well, I'll also share what I recently realized about that too. At a certain point it doesn’t matter what you call it— because the end result is the same.

Having my existence rewritten against my will makes me want to rebel as much as possible.

[ There's a loud cacophonous sound as he reaches over to grab a balloon and pop it with a needle. After that there hangs a heavy silence ]

Well then, the broadcast ends here.

[ and it does! ]

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(this is where he stood during the last month, it almost only makes sense that this is where he returns. the same room, except it's empty, just a store on the very back, which is where he tells gogol to meet. the first person he meets after he wakes - and he isn't sure exactly what the FUCK just happened. he feels... old, and young, hopeful and hopeless, and not at all thrilled.

at least there's someone as mad as he is, as willing to revolt as he is.

so, when gogol finds him, he's back to being his teen self, albeit his eyes are even more distant than usual.)

How would you do it?

You always ask really direct questions don't you? That can be fun too.

[ When the youth makes that approach he meets him with his head tilted inquisitively to the side. The smiling is because he finds familiarity in that kind of lightless gaze. After a pause there's a tapping to the side of his own nose with a wink. ]

So it's ironic that you're going to have to be a little more specific here.

Bitch, you're the one who wrote the post.

(sorry, usually mikey is the cute one, but he's-- freaked out, in many ways. his mind spins in memories, and he sees dark rather than color.)

How are you going to rebel.

Ah-ah, the question should be how will I continue to rebel, you know?

[ He shifts his index finger back and forth in Mikey's face in admonishment. Called a bitch on his birthday by a teen... Today he has become Birthday Bitch. Looks like the only protest he has there is being called a Basic Birthday Bitch though. ]

Only a magician's stagehand would be allowed to peek behind the curtain. In other words— are you here to apply?

(three swiss witch-bitches, which wished to be switched swiss witch-bitches, watch three swiss swatch watch switches. which swiss witch-bitch, which wishes to be a switched swiss witch-bitch, wishes to watch which swiss swatch watch switch? happy birthday)

I don't apply. I lead. I'm here for alliances, not to be under anyone.

I see. Then let me put it th~is wa~y!

[ As far as answers go it doesn't necessarily displease him. Although there's a very small pool of people Gogol would ever willingly follow a wisely worded request from—never mind an order. He doesn't think that list is going to expand today.

So naturally he smiles softly at Mikey but there's something so off about it. He one-handed spins an ornate cane at his side idly. Neat party trick bro. ]

Why should I take what you want from me into consideration, hmm?

(he's not offering to order gogol around, sir!!! he's offering to jointly be the worst and destroy shit together, like a (un)happy family.

tho he wishes he was normal right now because the neat party trick would actually have him clapping. goddamn dark impulses, delete, delete :( )

If you don't, I'll go by myself. It's just easier if we go together.

...Hmmmm! It could be.

[ Yet he's been so bossy!!! Listen Kiddo, respect your clelders (clown elders). Speaking of Gogol is no mastermind, not like those who will not be named, so it's a bit of an improvisation when he says: ]

Maybe if you do something impressive and tell me about it I'll consider it.

(his leg lifts almost to the height of gogol's head, before he lets it drop full force on the ground.

a crater forms under it, as a treat.)

With or without you, Clown. I'd rather with you, I think I can learn a thing or two from you.

Ehehe, do you? Oh! Of course you could.

[ Isn't it just cursed that he's learned languages including probably Mikey's native one. Which means he switches to Japanese for a second. Pop quiz btw ]

Say 'sensei' real quick!

... Eh?

(woa, he did get bamboozled... good job gogol... a magic trick... he's confusion, gogol wins k.o. unexpected action)

... Sensei?

[ HaHaHaHaHa, he goes. ]

Great! This is your first lesson.

[ Tricked into respecting his elders with honorifics!!! If Mikey wants to learn something from him it's halfway fitting... maybe^{(Citation Needed)}. Even better that he can loom over this spicy youth thanks to the height difference. ]

Remember to say please when you've got a request for someone else. Even if you have the worst of intentions you should still have sooome manners.

... What's your deal, though? Seriously? What made you--

(this walking circus... he can't believe this is real.

ignoring the manners part, though.)

Oh, you want to know? Well then, for argument's sake let's say that the mind of humankind is designed to inherently want to do good.

[ Gogol leans back up straight with his index finger pressed to his temple. Apparently he's not bothered by Mikey ignoring the manners lesson. ]

Wouldn't the best way to prove the existence of humanity's freewill be to spurn that instinct?

(o-kay. he has to sit. where's a chair-- if there is none, he sits on the floor.)

And if it isn't? If it's the opposite?

Oh?

[ There's following suit to take a seat... That's an option. Instead he bends at the waist to talk more on level with this kid. ]

What if it's the opposite? Well, the logic remains the same. By intentionally resisting your inherent design you're working towards exercising freewill.

Why? What's the point in resisting if you'll fail nevertheless?

(GOOGS, CAN YOU TELL HE'S GOING THROUGH IT.)

I'll tell you. Thinking about it in terms of all your efforts resulting in a guaranteed failure is what makes the struggle worthwhile, of course.

[ A pitying smile. ]

In truth, life is much nicer when you go through it without questioning anything. Now, here's a pop quiz for you! ...Is that really what making decisions for yourself looks like?

... So you know you'll fail, and yet, you're still doing whatever it is that is your thing.

(why is this man confusing.)

... Honestly? Not really. Just this one. I just don't want to hurt the people I care about.

That is the hypothetical. We're talking about a hypothetical right now, 'kay?

[ Whether or not Nikolai rationally accepts that his struggle is an impossible one is up to interpretation usually. He's not going to confirm it either way if he can help it. ]

That desire is one that's hard to set aside. So here comes a follow up question! Do you see value in fighting your instincts?

Hypothetical my ass, Russian. Can you talk straight?

(manjiro's emotionally smart, he has making more effort to follow than you even know!! iq that not high!! failing middle school.)

Only that one, and barely.

Sometimes.

[ Cue an enigmatic little smile. Sure is a weird and twisted kind of talk therapy they're having here. ]

and that one matters to you the most? Now, why is that?

Make this one of these times, I really have no patience right now.

(please, dear.)

Did you not hear? I don't wanna hurt the people I care for. Is that out of this world or something?

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