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paixaorpg2006-06-01 12:02 am
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Check Out the Peephole Next Time [Completed]
Character(s); Genjyo Sanzo, a certain Sanzo fan-thing.
Content; Sanzo can't sleep, messes around with the journals and comes across Axel. Afterwards, he decides to set out early.
Setting; Somewhere in K6. (I'm slowly getting there, guys! xD;;;)
Time; Monday - early morning.
Warnings; Mild cursing.
Sanzo had only gotten a few hours of sleep. This place gave off the aura of absolute tranquility, a promise of safety that China never had... yet he was finding it hard to remain asleep. After waking up several more times, he gave up on it.
The quiet wasn't nearly as unnerving as the night before. Under any other circumstances, it could have been pleasant.
Sanzo had settled on pulling up a chair to the window, lighting up another cigarette, and waiting for the false sunrise. He'd eventually turned towards the journal, and testing out the other functions to pass the time.
That festival had notices going around the journals, that it might be pushed back to a later date. He'd come across some other useless entries: one with some teenage girl bitching about Gods knew what, another with that Raiden character writing about "Goofy" and wondering if he was crazy. Sanzo was inclined to agree with that assessment.
All in all, he was finding all this far more irritating than the standard youkai ambushes. There was something about watching others running around aimlessly, bitching and moaning as if it would change anything, that set his nerves on end.
At least the youkai had a goal. Regardless of idiotic it was.
He'd been about to shut the journal in disgust, when he'd stumbled across something interesting. Names, mentions of a group in connection to Paixao.
He'd run into someone named Axel over the journal network. The man hadn't said much to explain what was going on in this place - some shit about an Organization and Nobodies and hearts - but he'd said enough. Whether he intended it or not, Sanzo now knew that what had happened - was still happening here- wasn't an accident.
Arriving here wasn't some freak chance. There was someone behind it, and that someone was dicking around with them. It was bad enough that they had a boddhisatva on his ass.
Sanzo did not have the patience for any more string pulling.
He closed the journal. Slipping it into a sleeve, Sanzo pushed himself up from the chair, stubbing out the dead cigarette and lighting up another. He'd ordered a quick breakfast - much to the chagrin of the few employees still awake at this hour- and eaten it in silence, between drags.
Clearly there was something far less innocent going on in this place. If the priest had it his way, he'd eventually meet this Organization's leader face to face. Try to get his group out of this place and back on their journey, peacefully... or add a new hole to this man's face if need to be.
Sanzo wasn't too partial as to which it was, but one was less of a hassle.
The "sun" was appearing over the tops of the buildings finally. There were the beginnings of clouds appearing at the strange dome ceilings of the city. He couldn't be sure if the clouds were for show or not: either way, he didn't care to get rained on.
He hoped Gojyo did. That asshole had it coming to him.
The thought of the half-breed brought a scowl to the monk's face as he grabbed for the door handle, and pulled it open with far more force than was needed....
.... and he abrubtly halted, hand still on the door knob. Seated in the hallway - ears forward and eyes up on the priest, and blocking his way - was the pale creature from the night before.
Sanzo nearly bit the cigarette in half.
Content; Sanzo can't sleep, messes around with the journals and comes across Axel. Afterwards, he decides to set out early.
Setting; Somewhere in K6. (I'm slowly getting there, guys! xD;;;)
Time; Monday - early morning.
Warnings; Mild cursing.
Sanzo had only gotten a few hours of sleep. This place gave off the aura of absolute tranquility, a promise of safety that China never had... yet he was finding it hard to remain asleep. After waking up several more times, he gave up on it.
The quiet wasn't nearly as unnerving as the night before. Under any other circumstances, it could have been pleasant.
Sanzo had settled on pulling up a chair to the window, lighting up another cigarette, and waiting for the false sunrise. He'd eventually turned towards the journal, and testing out the other functions to pass the time.
That festival had notices going around the journals, that it might be pushed back to a later date. He'd come across some other useless entries: one with some teenage girl bitching about Gods knew what, another with that Raiden character writing about "Goofy" and wondering if he was crazy. Sanzo was inclined to agree with that assessment.
All in all, he was finding all this far more irritating than the standard youkai ambushes. There was something about watching others running around aimlessly, bitching and moaning as if it would change anything, that set his nerves on end.
At least the youkai had a goal. Regardless of idiotic it was.
He'd been about to shut the journal in disgust, when he'd stumbled across something interesting. Names, mentions of a group in connection to Paixao.
He'd run into someone named Axel over the journal network. The man hadn't said much to explain what was going on in this place - some shit about an Organization and Nobodies and hearts - but he'd said enough. Whether he intended it or not, Sanzo now knew that what had happened - was still happening here- wasn't an accident.
Arriving here wasn't some freak chance. There was someone behind it, and that someone was dicking around with them. It was bad enough that they had a boddhisatva on his ass.
Sanzo did not have the patience for any more string pulling.
He closed the journal. Slipping it into a sleeve, Sanzo pushed himself up from the chair, stubbing out the dead cigarette and lighting up another. He'd ordered a quick breakfast - much to the chagrin of the few employees still awake at this hour- and eaten it in silence, between drags.
Clearly there was something far less innocent going on in this place. If the priest had it his way, he'd eventually meet this Organization's leader face to face. Try to get his group out of this place and back on their journey, peacefully... or add a new hole to this man's face if need to be.
Sanzo wasn't too partial as to which it was, but one was less of a hassle.
The "sun" was appearing over the tops of the buildings finally. There were the beginnings of clouds appearing at the strange dome ceilings of the city. He couldn't be sure if the clouds were for show or not: either way, he didn't care to get rained on.
He hoped Gojyo did. That asshole had it coming to him.
The thought of the half-breed brought a scowl to the monk's face as he grabbed for the door handle, and pulled it open with far more force than was needed....
.... and he abrubtly halted, hand still on the door knob. Seated in the hallway - ears forward and eyes up on the priest, and blocking his way - was the pale creature from the night before.
Sanzo nearly bit the cigarette in half.