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[No, see, Elsa has definitely spoken to students this way before, her voice hard and her gaze leaving no room for disobedience. And she has also been talked down to, ordered around, berated for failing. Sanzo's anger lends strength to the tiny spark of her own that she feels right now, almost enough to override the guilt weighinf on her shoulders.

She doesn't snap at him for this, like she wants to (she does owe him an apology for the lie, after all), so instead she huffs and strides past him into the temple, ignoring the pain in her leg. She heads for the kitchen, where at least she and Hakkai will be able to hydrate while they're being scolded.

When they're all assembled, she will whirl to face Sanzo and say,] All right. Talk.

Edited 2016-06-22 17:56 (UTC)

[The tone of Sanzo's voice, like an aggravated parent scolding his children, annoys Hakkai, but Elsa seems to be angry enough to handle any reprimands on her own.

He follows her to the kitchen without a word, going to the stove to pick up the kettle and fill it. This sounds as though it will be a shouting match. He and Elsa have had a very long day, and Hakkai, at least, wants tea.]

[ It's a product of being blindsided, mostly, though he thinks knowing likely wouldn't have made him any more comfortable with the prospect. He sits heavily in one of the kitchen chairs, leaning back in it. Those two were battered and beaten on, but they were still able to keep going. He has no sympathy, not when he's overwhelmed as it is. ]

If you'd said you were interested in the afterlife, I could have told you the easy way- die and get it over with. [ Yet that might not even work that way here, not necessarily. If 'shinki' could have a flawed rebirth after death, left with parts of themselves in a baffling patchwork then he isn't sure how a god's death would be handled.

He rummages about in the folds of the robes hanging around his waist, producing his increasingly close to empty pack of cigarettes. ]

You didn't say anything. [ Not a thing besides the bullshit about 'partnership' last night. He knew better than to trust something like that. ] Are you going to start now?

[Elsa will drink whatever Hakkai makes. (How could she release him, or even think of it, when he hasn't done anything that merits that? They have fallen into a good rhythm together, wordlessly working in sync like this. Despite what she knows of his past, she doesn't believe he could do something so terrible as to deserve being released, not now, not the Hakkai she has been getting to know.) The simple act of his making tea right now steadies her, balancing out Sanzo's anger, and canceling out her guilt, at least for now.]

Isn't this the afterlife already? I may not have been taken at the moment of my death, but for all practical purposes, who I was no longer exists. [Now matter how strongly she feels like she is still mortal, like her old life is only a breath away. Her friends, the people who'd saved her--]

You haven't been here very long. You haven't seen what can happen here, how wrong things can go. There was a very costly mistake about two weeks ago, and all of us took part in it, feeding people chocolate poisoned with ayakashi. [As she emphasizes the word, there's a surge of white-hot anger in her that almost makes her want to march right back into Yomi for answers.

Almost. All she needs to do to turn away from that thought is remember Hisoka, and how close they'd all come to dying, and how Hakkai's blade had chipped, how she'd feared she was going to get him killed.

The feeling passes, and she sighs, grounding herself. Her voice is lower when she speaks again, but no less firm.] We helped kill innocent people. Who we helped is a mystery, but I'm more concerned with the system that let this happen.

[Heaven. This place. Whatever has brought them here. Yomi yielded no answers, and that frustration bubbles below the surface, keeping her from collapsing into a chair despite how tired she is.

She's not so tired, however, that she doesn't notice the pack of cigarettes in Sanzo's hand.] No smoking inside.

Dying wasn't very effective the first time.

[It's all Hakkai bothers to add: it's true for both himself and Sanzo. Whether it's true for all shinki, he doesn't know. Hibari came back. Hisoka... does not seem to have done so.

There's nothing there to rely on.

He sets the kettle on the stove and turns around, folding his arms across his chest.]

Elsa is correct. Amaterasu herself may be complicit, or, at least, placing her trust in someone who is.

Izanami seemed like a possible outside source of information.

[It was a miscalculation. The warnings had been absolutely correct, and a boy had died. There's no need for Hakkai to hand Sanzo that ammunition, though. He isn't in the mood to hear it from someone else's lips.]

[ Well, he'd wanted to know.

It's clear why they had rushed themselves into danger, but he's still not willing to let up. Very carefully, Sanzo doesn't think on why this might be his problem in any sense.

His gaze is intent, piercing as he listens to first Elsa's tirade, and then on Hakkai as he supports her. He's still pissed-- they were stupid about it, either way, but he can see how that guilt could drive someone to desperation. It's one of two problems, and he can't address them both. ]

Tch. That's a damn mess. [ He's tapped out a cigarette, holding it between his fingers because he damn well needs one right then. He doesn't light it, not yet, though not in response to that prohibition. ]

You have no right to act like this is death. It's not. Death leads to dissolution and rebirth, so don't give me that. The person you were yesterday doesn't exist, and that's part of being alive.

[ The anger banks into something more like resolve. ]

I don't know why the cycle of karma is being twisted, but, if you want to see someone pay for it, you have to keep living. [ His voice is still hard, but surprisingly level. ] You can live enough to make up for the dead, if you have to, but guilt-driven recklessness will make it all meaningless.

I don't know much about karma -- I grew up in America -- but that's... that's good advice.

[Was that part of his training in life? Helping people calm down, showing them where the places they can go when they've lost their way? How fortunate for them if that's the case. How fortunate for Elsa, who feels so out of place here, in so many ways.]

It was reckless of us, even if it wasn't guilt that drove us there. [She turns to Hakkai, gaze falling on the matted patch of hair where his blood has dried.] Guilt would've been guiding me if you'd been hurt any worse, though.

[How does it feel when your shinki dies? What is Tsuzuki going through because of her? Elsa sighs, her posture loose but perfect, as if about to begin to dance.]

How do you suggest we move forward, Sanzo? [Facing him again, she pauses. He has been her shinki for barely more than a day, yet here she is, bringing him into her fight against whatever is twisting all their lives however it pleases. Right now, she doesn't feel resistance from him. That's enough for her to keep going.] What should we do next to find out what's going on without gettibg anyone else hurt, or ourselves killed?

[Hakkai is about to argue with the characterization of reckless -- yes, it was a risk, of course, but reckless implies that they didn't know that -- but with both Sanzo and Elsa agreeing, he huffs out a breath instead and lets it go.]

Please don't worry about me, Elsa, I'm barely scratched.

[He's not the one who died. That thought sends a pang of guilt twisting through his gut, sharply enough that he knows she'll feel it even though he keeps his face still.

The lid of the teakettle rattles with escaping steam. His gaze shifts from Elsa to Sanzo, and he says, softly:] Do you believe that just living can make up for the dead?

[ In all reality, Sanzo has to admit to himself that he doesn't know. He can't know if it's right, but it feels right. ]

I think... we've got a hell of a lot of living to do to find out.

[ Heedless of the earlier admonition to not smoke, he puts the filter to his lips and sparks his battered yellow lighter. ]

We can start planning in the morning.

Ooooooooi, pardon th'intrusion!

[ Gojyo's voice carries right through the temple as he stomps inside out of the sun. It's taken some looking, but he's finally managed to find Men-something, Hakkai's god's house. (It probably would have taken less time to find if he'd remembered her full name, but in his defense, he hasn't been sober since he arrived.)

At least he's found his shirt. Or a shirt, anyway. A shirt, and a pair of boots that are tracking dusty footprints across the temple floors as he strolls right on in, looking blearily around for a familiar face. ]

Th'mighty and kinda hungover god Dionysus humbly requests an audience with th'lady god of the house!

[ It's at the first half of the 'ooooooooi' that Sanzo tenses up like a startled cat, dropping his lighter and he has his revolver out before it hits the ground. By the end of it, he's recognized the voice, and yet he's still pushing up out of his seat with the weapon in hand. ]

But, first, I'm going to stomp a cockroach.

Edited 2016-06-23 21:59 (UTC)

[Oh no you don't with that thing--

Elsa stands in front of Sanzo before he's properly standing, shooting him her Teacher Glare before she turns and faces their, um, guest. She looks considerably less hostile when she looks at him, but she isn't smiling. He has intruded, after all.]

That would be me. How may I help you?

Gojyo?

[Hakkai reaches out to take the cigarette out of Sanzo's mouth and glares pointedly at Gojyo's filthy boots, which are leaving dirty footprints across the kitchen floor right now to match the muddy footprints he and Elsa have already left.

The last thing he needs right now is more mess in the house.]

[ If Hakkai was worried about the mess in the house he'd have done something about the blood on his face. Gojyo's bloodshot and half-focused gaze drifts first over Elsa (with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as she steps in front of the shitty monk), but then he sees Hakkai and all his amusement drains away. ]

Hakkai.

[ He will never be so hungover as to not immediately switch into combat-ready mode when seeing blood on his friends. Quickly, he glances at Sanzo -- uninjured -- then the woman, Elsa, who... shit, who is bruised and bloodied as well. Something bad happened that Sanzo wasn't involved in, and they just got back.

They went and did something stupid without Sanzo.

They went and did something stupid without Gojyo.

For a moment he's so angry he could spit. ]

Yeah. [ Finally he tears his eyes away from Hakkai's blood to address Elsa. ] You can point me at your first aid kit, then go sit back down.

[ This, right here. This is why he fucking drinks, okay? ]

Edited 2016-06-23 23:48 (UTC)

[ He half twists away as he sits back down, blocking Hakkai from stealing his cigarette with a grouchy noise, but he's watching the interloper with more care than he displays.

Gojyo, huh? And he'd called Sanzo a sham. The hypocrite was one of the falsely placed gods like Elsa. He can see that tell-tale shift, the way suddenly he starts assessing them, and it leaves him on edge. He doesn't bother saying a word now. ]

[Elsa's eyebrows shoot up, her gaze on Gojyo.] You two know each other?

[They do, actually. They did, when Hakkai was alive. She may have only gotten the cliffnotes versison of Hakkai's life, but Gojyo was in what she saw. And the same with Sanzo, too.

This isn't good. They can't know. This is dangerous.

As much as she takes issue with being ordered around in her own home (honestly, she's done taking orders, last year was more than enough for her), getting him out of the kitchen and away from her shinki is the best thing she can think to do. Part of her wants to give him directions to the opposite end of their neighborhood, let alone the temple, so he'll get lost and stay out, but it wouldn't do any good. Hakkai and Sanzo have already seen him, and they'll wonder at why she's trying to get him to leave.

So instead, she gives Gojyo a curt nod.] There's one in the library. [Because there are usually students there, and it's good to have supplies where they'll most be needed.] Right by the entrance. You can't miss it.

[And to show her goodwill (so he'll hurry and leave them alone for a little bit), she goes to take a seat across from Sanzo, trying her best not to limp, but pretty obviously failing. She hasn't sat down since they left Takamagahara in the morning, and she hasn't rested at all since returning. Her tired muscles make her injury feel all the worse.

Sitting, it turns out, feels wonderful.

Okay, so maybe Gojyo was right to tell her to sit.]

We met yesterday at the party. Gojyo is the god of wine.

[Hakkai's gaze flicks from Gojyo to Elsa. There are undercurrents between them that he doesn't quite understand. He knows -- knows, and knows that they'll have to ignore if they're able to interact at all -- the implications of the familiarity Gojyo treats him with. But does Elsa know? How could she?

This is going to be a very complicated conversation.

He's at least glad that Gojyo's gotten her to sit down, he thinks, and lets out a long breath.]

Ah. The water's hot.

[He turns back to the stove, busying himself in a sudden flurry of movement: teapot, leaves, a little hot water to heat the pot before steeping....]

[ It takes Gojyo a little longer than one would think to return with the first aid kit, but that could be easily excused as his being a stranger in the house and deeply hungover (probably still a little drunk, let's be honest here). But when he comes over to crouch next to Elsa's chair -- hey, he's not an asshole, ladies first -- she might catch a whiff of her bathroom's soap on his very clean and red-scrubbed hands.

She doesn't look too bad, but he doesn't know her, and the cuts in her clothes promise more injuries beneath. Gojyo holds up the gauze and a bottle of antiseptic, gesturing toward her nearer arm. ]

You want to tell me what happened?

[ His tone -- and his touch -- are surprisingly gentle. If she'll allow, he'll get all the exposed injuries on her hands and arms, then her face and neck. Wherever else she's hurt, she can get it herself, or ask for his help. In the interests of not coming off as a creep, he won't offer. ]

Yes, he certainly sounds like he's well acquainted with wine. Oh--I'll take some tea, thank you.

['Wary' doesn't even begin to describe the way she watches Gojyo from the moment he walks back into the room, and though it's clear he intends to help her, she doesn't let him, snatching the gauze and the antiseptic out of his hands with a scowl.]

I would prefer not to tell you, [she admits as she starts to take care of her small wounds herself,] but since I'm sure word travels fast here, you may as well hear it from us.

[There's a pause as she glances at Hakkai, not for approval so much as to acknowledge that he had been there with her and therefore his point of view matters too, and then she meets Gojyo's gaze.]

We were investigating a disappearance in Yomi-no-Kuni. One of our own went there a few weeks ago and never came back.

[The rest of their reasons for going, she's not sure yet if she should tell him. She doesn't know him, but more importantly, she doesn't trust that he won't do or say something that will end up getting Hakkai and Sanzo taken from her. Or worse.]

[Wonderful: Sanzo is quieting down and now Elsa is snapping. At a guest.

... Hakkai can certainly understand why a half-drunken stranger showing up and trying instantly to jump into treating her wounds and asking about their trip -- with more familiarity even than Sanzo had assumed, and Sanzo is his fellow shinki -- can be annoying. Still, it's rude.

He hands a teacup to Sanzo (who sat back down and did not cause a fuss: he is currently the least troublesome), then Gojyo (who is, after all, a guest) and sets the third on the table near Elsa where she can get it when she is done with the antiseptic she's insisting on using herself.]

Unfortunately, we found no sign of him.

[His glance crosses Elsa's: no, he thinks, she's right not to give Gojyo too many details. He might not understand their reasons. Or, equally troublesome, he might disagree with them.]

If he did go there, though, I doubt he's still alive.

[ Sanzo makes a point of aggressive disinterest, for the most part. He's behaving, if marginally, more for the fact that he's not having to defend his cigarette than anything.

Gojyo, he's becoming quite sure, isn't dangerous to Elsa. Stupid and annoying, yes, but not dangerous. ]

In short, they went to hell and back.

[ He tacks on without warning to translate for the drunk on the off chance he couldn't sort it out on his own. While, like it or not, there is a distinct in-group that he's been saddled with, this doesn't make him more helpful to them. ]

[ When Elsa snatches the gauze from him Gojyo's a bit startled, but then he sits back on his heels, hands raised in surrender. If she wants to tend to her injuries herself, that's no concern of his. So long as they're getting tended to, right?

But oh, then she starts talking. He'd been hoping to hear that this was an ayakashi mission gone sideways, or even that they'd been out and attacked somewhere in the mortal world. Sure, Hakkai's just about the scariest fighter he knows, but the man doesn't know himself any more. It's possible that he doesn't remember how to fight. It's possible.

It's also possible that he's the biggest idiot who was ever fucking born. ]

You went to hell?!

[ The tea cup is set roughly down on the floor as Gojyo leaps to his feet, storming over to Hakkai to properly yell in his face. ]

What the hell were you thinking, going to hell? [ Without Sanzo. Without Goku. Without me. ] Somebody went to hell and didn't come back, and you thought it was a good idea to try it yourself? What if you didn't come back? What the hell were you thinking!

Edited 2016-06-24 15:02 (UTC)

[A fine spray of spittle hits Hakkai's nose, and he stares at Gojyo's furious expression with genuine startlement as the other man shouts.

What the hell was he thinking, indeed. He was thinking that Elsa was certainly not going to go there alone.

As the shock fades into a sudden blaze of annoyance, he moves to grab Gojyo's shirt with the quick little half-twist that tightens a collar around the target's throat, and steps forward, bearing his weight forward into the other man and hoping he's still hazy enough from the alcohol not to fight it for long enough to let Hakkai set him back down hard on his chair.]

Thank you, we've already heard it, Gojyo.

[ Hakkai's in his face and Gojyo's ass is hitting something hard almost before Gojyo even realizes what's happening. ]

Hey! [ --he croaks, grabbing Hakkai's arms instinctively. But Hakkai winces -- this close, there's no way for Gojyo to miss it -- and he releases his grip immediately, hands falling to his sides, all the fight temporarily drained out of him. ]

Shit. Sorry.

[All of that happens too fast for Elsa to do more than gasp and get to her feet, gauze gripped tight in her hand as she pauses to process that no, it isn't going to escalate, and yes, Gojyo has decided to stay seated.]

Don't touch him, [she hisses at Gojyo, eyes flashing as she glares.] And don't yell at him. At either of them. I don't care who you are. You have no right to that kind of behavior here. Hakkai's choices are his own, and if you have a problem with them, you'll treat him with respect. If it's a fight you want, go somewhere else.

Yes, we did something dangerous, but we know what we were getting into. [Mostly.] But it's done now, and we made it back, so your scolding comes too late to be of any use. What did you come to see me for, anyway? It wasn't this. You didn't even know about it until now.

[She suspects it has to do with memories -- what he knows, what she has glimpsed. Maybe it's cruel to tell him to keep his distance from his old friends, but right here, right now, it's the way things are.

Maybe, if she can fix this, they'll have a chance to be friends again. But for now, this is what she feels she must do.]

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