paixaorpg | nope, no monkey here... [active]

Characters: Sanzo, Hakkai, Gojyo, and... others? D:
Content: The Sanzo party minus Goku gets off the train, only to discover that Nobodies really do NOT make for a good welcoming party.
Setting: In the Vanaheim area.
Time: Mid-afternoon.
Warnings: Sanzo and Gojyo in the same thread together. Oh... and violence! (Or do those go hand in hand?)

Well, that certainly was an exciting ride!

... alright, so sarcasm wasn't working all that well. At least they were able to exit the train without incident, if nothing else.

Hakkai had been fortunate enough to fall asleep somewhere between "damned monk" and "stupid kappa," although both phrases (and other ones like them) were tossed around at least thrice every five minutes or so. His original intention had been to close his eyes and just rest for a few minutes, but before he knew it he could no longer hear the roar of the train on the tracks, nor feel the rumbling underneath his feet. The train had stopped, and suddenly they were in Vanaheim.

So on the bright side (if there was one), he was feeling refreshed and... well, ready to handle Sanzo and Gojyo. Putting them together produced a reaction not unlike water in acid, but hopefully now he'd be able to tolerate the inevitable explosion.

"Let's see..." By shifting his things underneath one arm, the healer was able to pull out his journal and open it to the map. They were in Vanaheim, and had plenty of space to cover. "With any luck, he'll be in the area. There are a good number of establishments here, after all... most of them restaurants, or something like it."

He noticed a soup kitchen some ways away. Surely, if Goku was in Vanaheim, he would go there first. Poor thing... he probably didn't have any money. Hakkai frowned at the thought, but it didn't last long.

"Any suggestions, Sanzo?" he asked, wearing a decidedly lazy smile. "We could search the area in less time by splitting up... although, if your journal is still out of commission, we wouldn't have a way of contacting each other."

Maybe Gojyo should... oh, no. That was just asking for disaster. Hakkai laughed and put the journal away. "Or, if Gojyo wants to search on his own, the two of us can stay together... although I daresay it would be less productive."

Again, he looked to Sanzo for the final answer. Goku was, after all, his monkey.

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Losing contact with them didn't sound like such a bad idea. At least with Gojyo. But the idiot tended to be attached to the hip with Hakkai, so getting rid of the roach tended to mean getting rid of the other man as well.

It wasn't completely fair, considering how little trouble Hakkai caused. Almost guiltless, compared to the others. Almost.

But if it meant getting rid of Gojyo, the monk was willing to consider being a little unfair.

"I can survive being alone. I'd rather do that than suffer another mind-numbing second with him," Sanzo said. He immediately stepped around Hakkai. If he happened to get in the shitty kappa's way doing that, it was too bad.

The monk hadn't missed the number of restaurants around. He'd had the same train of thought: if Goku was here, he'd have made a beeline towards any one of them. How he'd be able to actually pay for the food was another matter entirely.

"Splitting up would be better... but Gojyo apparently needs someone to make sure he doesn't do any more stupid shit."

The mysteriously broken journal would be a problem. Without Hakuryuu here, it would be hard to keep in contact. And if either one of them actually managed to find Goku before he did....

Sanzo just gave a small shrug, considered - for a brief moment - demanding that Gojyo hand over his journal. Killed that thought almost instantly. Knowing the other man, he'd probably managed to find a way to fill it with porn and addresses. The idiot never rested.

"And we might as well let the roach keep his journal," the priest couldn't help adding. He jerked his head back slightly towards Gojyo. "He'll probably need somewhere to whine to for help."

(Me? I am a millions type of fail ._. I hate you too, immune system)

"Why the hell should I have to go on my own," Gojyo complained loudly, twitching slightly at the idea. Okay, he definetly did not want to spend any more time with Sanzo, but he didn't really want to be seperated from Hakkai either.

And he only became only more irate as he listened to Sanzo. Oh...oh how he hated that monk and hated having to travel with him like this. This? This was not his idea of a good time.

"At least I didn't manage to get my journal broken, unlike someone else, so who's the one doing stupid shit around here?"

He then fell silent for a moment, trying, almost despretly, to figure out a way he could stay with Hakkai, but not have Sanzo with them. That would make things so much easier. Hakkai he could deal with. Hell, he liked Hakkai, he wouldn't of let the man live with him for so long if he didn't.

"Couldn't one of us lend our journal to Mr. High and Mighty monk over there so he can go off on his own to look for the monkey?" He suggested.

Sanzo took the journal, but not before he shot a nasty glare at the kappa.

"I had nothing to do with it 'breaking', asshole," Sanzo shot back. "Feel free to see if your belongings are undamaged after getting jumped by that runt."

Sanzo still wasn't sure if it was really Lirin who was the result of the broken journal or not. It wasn't like there were any external cracks or anything he could see, and brute strength was something the brat exceled at.

Whatever had caused the device to go haywire wasn't a few knocks.

Trust Gojyo to run his mouth off without using that one-track mind of his first. Then again, something with a limited area of "expertise" wasn't exactly made to do much else. It was pointless to expect anything more out of him, other than constant stupidity, annoyance, and an addition of Gojyo being nothing more than glorified pervert.

Sanzo turned towards Hakkai. Other than the monk, he was the only one here with an actual brain.

"I don't care where you start off. If you find any leads of where he could be, I want to know immediately."

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Yes, they were told to stick to a specific area but couldn't this be considered part of the same area Demyx had mentioned? As dancers, they should have room and the freedom to go where they wish. The world was their stage! They would travel from left to right... upstage to downstage...!

And they had a job, didn't they? Find an worthy opponent and 'test' them. That was their job and as long as they could move they would fulfill it. What else did they have to live for anyway?

There... ahead... a small group of four males. The crooked smiles of the dancers curled as they approached, gracefully swaying. Their numbers were large and their enemies were so few but why wait? They could still give one hell of a show.

With an unnatural speed, four Dancers swooped in, each to their own target.

Let the show begin!

"No. And I don't care where the dipshit went. Good fucking riddance," Sanzo answered. He was already going for his gun.

The monk hadn't even sensed them coming up behind him. The very fact that he'd somehow missed them was worrying in itself. He'd be listening for the bluster and blundering of the normal youkai bounty hunters that came after him. Even small things, like sticks cracking under large feet, were obvious signs. Nothing was ever completely soundless. People were incapable of that. Youkai even more so.

But these creatures... These hadn't even made a single sound until they were right on top of them.

The priest'd never seen anything like it. Seemingly faceless, colorless, and certainly not human. The way they moved was almost hypnotic. It was also very silent.

Sanzo took aim, and fired at the one closest to him.

One of their four targets, Gojyo, seemed to have found the cue to leave. Picking up from that cue, the original assailant and two new companions who swung in from the shadows followed in pursuit.

But there were still three left. Very well! A trio!

For each Nobody that was vanquished, yet another took their place. Each held a weapon similar to that of their brothers, the Snipers. They were such odd things… things that the Dancers could never understand. But there was no anger… no frustration… no rage… Only lifelessness.

The Nobodies could not feel.

Sanzo had missed. What would have normally been a guaranteed kill - bullet to where the brain should be - had ended up embedded in a post. At the last minute, the creature had suddenly arched its body in a way that was damned near impossible.

If the roach hadn't been seperated, the dumbass probably would've enjoyed that. Another little blessing that he was gone. Although having another body around would have made this easier...

"If they're even capable of speech. I don't hear any of that tired old bull about 'the sutra or your life' coming from them," he replied. If they could even talk or think, much less be hunting for the sutra, it was anyone's guess. The monk wasn't willing to take that risk, either way.

Sanzo was already firing two more shots, again at the head, and one towards where he guessed it would move this time.

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