http://lockhart-2045.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lockhart-2045.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-06-02 01:25 pm

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Character(s); Tifa Lockhart,  Genjyo Sanzo
Content; Tifa and Sanzo meet for the first time [completed]
Setting; Somewhere in K6.
Time; Monday - afternoon
Warnings; None as yet








Tifa couldn't help but frown at the strange looks the equally strange people sent her way. She had not been too bothered about it at first, but right now it was starting to grate on her nerves. Shutting her new electronic journal carefully, the young woman decided to simply look down at the brochure.  That would beat simply staring back at them, and she could actually get something done in the process.

According to it, she had just passed Estale a Cereja, a seedy-looking shop that sold items she probably didn't really want to know about at the moment. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she frowned down at the brochure and contemplated opening her journal to have another look at the map. Having passed The Wild Ginger in favor of heading over to Cid's shop, she resumed walking, not bothering to look up as she worked out the best route there. 

It was not like anyone would bump into her anyway, considering how the pale denizens of the city seemed to avoid her like the plague.

[identity profile] smoking-gun3.livejournal.com 2006-06-02 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
The damned creature wouldn't leave him alone. It ignored any threats Sanzo made at it, and it ignored the gun he'd tried flashing at it. It had seen through his bluff.

And as the morning burned off, it was getting braver. It had closed the gap between them bit by bit, following behind now with only about three feet between them.

Sanzo could feel the hairs on the back of his neck go up as it go closer.

The easiest thing to do would be to just kill it. A bullet tended to put a stop to most problems. Quick and easy.

Yet Sanzo hesitated all the same. This creature - as irritating as it was - hadn't actually made any move to attack him. He had the advantage, while it clearly didn't. Sanzo wasn't exactly a sterling example of what was the proper behavior for monks, and had never claimed to be. Didn't particularly care to be.

That kind of mentality - the one that grew from monks under the illusion that they were safe in their secluded temples, that the world and themselves were at harmony with each other - got one killed. He'd learned this early on.

Despite this, Sanzo didn't enjoy killing. He'd learned to get over his guilt about taking lives. He'd come to terms that it couldn't be avoiding on this journey. Killing was something he did when he had to, not because he got any honest pleasure out of it.

Killing this animal would be a waste of a bullet.

His fingers twitched for the gun all the sameas the animal darted around his legs.

His eyes on the animal nearly tripping up his feet, the priest didn't see the woman standing in the road before it was too late.

[identity profile] smoking-gun3.livejournal.com 2006-06-02 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Sanzo stumbled back a foot, cursing, barely managing to avoid stepping on the creature. The thing was surprisingly agile. Far more than he would have thought. It had already moved to get out of the way almost seconds before the collision. The new arrival, unfortunately, did little to frighten it off... although it kept a more respectable distance now that the monk wasn't alone.

Sanzo - regaining his balance - straightened, staring at the woman he'd collided with.

The first thing he sensed was that she was not the same as people he'd encountered so far. Compared to the wraith-like translucence of the citizens of this place, this woman was a startling change. Black hair, red-brown eyes - warm compared to all the nearly colorless ones he'd seen so far, and not empty - and a pleasant enough face.

Not that Sanzo was the best judge of that. Gojyo would have loved running into this woman however: what she wore was certainly not from China, and he wasn't sure if she'd have gotten away with it back home. Almost skin-tight, black, and made of some strange material that stretched over a generous chest.

Thankfully, Sanzo wasn't the roach.

Regardless, this woman had no right to be standing out there in the middle of a busy street, and Sanzo wasn't about to offer any apologies for it. The most he was willing to offer right now was not having her look down the barrel of the Smith & Wesson.

"Who are you?"

[identity profile] smoking-gun3.livejournal.com 2006-06-02 07:58 am (UTC)(link)


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If she was expecting any sign of embarrassment or guilt at his manners (or lack thereof), she wasn't going to find it.

Sanzo would have rolled his eyes if he didn't have to keep them on the creature.

Just because she was a woman didn't make him any more inclined to show her more courtesy. Sanzo never bothered with that bullshit. The gender didn't matter. The fact that she'd been in his way did.

The priest clearly didn't share the same sense of chivalry that the roach had either.

"Genjyo Sanzo. You aren't from China or India, are you?"

He immediatly knew Tifa wasn't from either, but it was worth an attempt.

[identity profile] smoking-gun3.livejournal.com 2006-06-03 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I've never heard of Midgar," he replied.

Tifa's appraisal wasn't lost on the monk. Sanzo had gotten them enough in the past - from both men and women - to know when he was being checked out.

Such a pain.

Looks were deceiving, and not just on his end. Tifa was attractive enough, but harmless looking at a first glance. Yet - and Sanzo gave her another quick look over - she was showing hints at being anything but that. The way she stood was confident, radiating strength and a kind of readiness. All of which pointed towards her being a fighter. Someone just as comfortable letting her fists do the talking when words failed.

Interesting enough.

Sanzo settled on folding his arms into his sleeves. This place only continued in producing more surprises. At the moment, this one didn't seem to be interested in attacking him.

It was a start.

Perhaps she had more of an idea of what was going on here.

"So you're not one of them."

[identity profile] smoking-gun3.livejournal.com 2006-06-03 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Tifa wasn't in a much different position than himself then.


"No, I don't."

There wasn't much more he could say at this point. Sanzo had wasted a day already getting to this part of the city, and right now, he wasn't even sure what he was looking for. There had only been the brief encounters with "Axel" and "Daath" over the journal network to go off of. Those in themselves had been nothing short of useless: the priest got the feeling that both were toying with him.

Meeting Tifa was starting to dip down a similar road. It only confirmed a sneaking suspicion - that there were others that had appeared here suddenly, and against their will - but did nothing more than that.

"So you wouldn't know anything about Axel or an Organization here?"

[identity profile] smoking-gun3.livejournal.com 2006-06-04 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Sanzo was already shaking his head. He wasn't going anywhere with this woman: he didn't know Tifa, and despite her seemingly gentle nature, he wasn't about to follow her all over the place just based on that assessement alone. While the monk rarely trusted anyone, well...he didn't distrust his own group.

And all things considered, that was rather gracious of him.

"Some other time," Sanzo said. The maybe was unspoken. "Who is this friend of yours?"

If he wasn't able to find anything on his own, perhaps he would try this source. Perhaps.

[identity profile] smoking-gun3.livejournal.com 2006-06-05 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Cid, huh?]

Another unfamiliar name, but still potentially valuable. Sanzo committed it to memory.

That was it then. The only reply that he had for Tifa was to move out of the path - out of her way - and to sit down on a bench. He had nothing else to say to her. At least for now.

The monk needed a bar. He suddenly needed alcohol, and a veritable shitload of it, because running into this woman proved that he hadn't gone insane from all the crap on this journey.

This place was real.