28th of Arhat, Sharak Sanzo ☯ "Aditi" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thenearshore2017-01-12 11:56 pm
bussounoshima) wrote in thenearshore2017-01-12 11:56 pm
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I've never actually been to Texas.
Who: Sharak and Ukoku Sanzo. The happy couple.
What: Hot Date 3: Texas Sutra Massacre
When: June 4th
Where: Some dive bar in Dallas
Summary: Important Sanzo business.
[She needs to stop answering Ukoku's calls, Sharak thinks as she stares down the front door for this bar. She should probably start ignoring his texts too. Actually, ignoring Ukoku all together could only improve her life. After all, none of her other acquaintances force her to track down their shitty bars with tacky coloured lights and far too many flags hanging outside on a whim. It had taken her and Google maps an hour to find the place, even with teleportation. It had taken longer to dodge Kainé's prying questions as to why she was going out not dressed in her robes for once- leather boots, black jeans and a red, off-the-shoulder shirt are her uniform for the evening. The sutra is simply Somewhere. The tail is where it always is and always will be.
A large man with the sleeves cut off his jacket shoves past Sharak on his way in the door. Her eye twitches and her hand goes for her gun in the holster on her hip (at least no one around here seems fazed by that) before she forces herself to stop. It's going to be a long night. Save your bullets.
With a deep breath she pushes the doors open and strides inside like she owns the place. Her stare finds Ukoku quickly.]
Why the hell are we in Texas?
What: Hot Date 3: Texas Sutra Massacre
When: June 4th
Where: Some dive bar in Dallas
Summary: Important Sanzo business.
[She needs to stop answering Ukoku's calls, Sharak thinks as she stares down the front door for this bar. She should probably start ignoring his texts too. Actually, ignoring Ukoku all together could only improve her life. After all, none of her other acquaintances force her to track down their shitty bars with tacky coloured lights and far too many flags hanging outside on a whim. It had taken her and Google maps an hour to find the place, even with teleportation. It had taken longer to dodge Kainé's prying questions as to why she was going out not dressed in her robes for once- leather boots, black jeans and a red, off-the-shoulder shirt are her uniform for the evening. The sutra is simply Somewhere. The tail is where it always is and always will be.
A large man with the sleeves cut off his jacket shoves past Sharak on his way in the door. Her eye twitches and her hand goes for her gun in the holster on her hip (at least no one around here seems fazed by that) before she forces herself to stop. It's going to be a long night. Save your bullets.
With a deep breath she pushes the doors open and strides inside like she owns the place. Her stare finds Ukoku quickly.]
Why the hell are we in Texas?
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Sure, sounds like fun. [A better date than this one, at least.] You could even introduce me to your girlfriend and whoever else needs their ass kicked over there.
[Doesn't Gyoukumen Koushu versus Sharak Sanzo sound like the best cat fight ever, Ukoku? You'd have a front row seat.]
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I'd like to see that! We'd have to figure out how to smuggle in a lot of bullets for you. Maybe we could bring Genjo, and you can both drag me back from my life of delinquency.
[ Something something face justice. All five sutras in the same place would be a fun time, too. ]