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thenearshore2017-12-01 08:37 am
erogappa) wrote in thenearshore2017-12-01 08:37 am
Ooooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Who: Gojyo and Sharak and Hakkai and guns and the rooster
What: Reunion shenanigans
When: /shrug
Where: Temple Aditi
Warnings: Violence, threats, poor life choices, probably graphic descriptions of amputation
Mind made up, Gojyo finds a temple and transports himself back to heaven.
It's been a chaotic couple of days, that's for damn sure. He holds his right arm -- or what's left of it -- carefully against his side. The end of the stump has been professional sutured and heavily bandaged, but he's still cautious about anything or anyone touching it. It hurts. A lot. The doc had tried to give him pain killers -- fat white pills in mismatched bottles, at least one of which had had a horse silhouette on the label -- but he'd refused. He needed to be sober while dealing with the mess in Japan, and he sure as hell wants to be sober when dealing with the mess here.
There's no goddamn way he's going to be loopy when facing Sharak.
Rounding the bend in the road, the temple slowly comes into view, and something in his chest eases. He'd called this place home back a thousand years ago, and it's still true. Home is where you go when you've got nowhere else to turn, home is where they yell at you because they care for you. Home is where your responsibilities lie.
His step gets lighter -- it's the middle of the night, he's exhausted and in pain, but things are about to get better -- and he mentally begins rehearsing what he'll tell Sharak. Assuming she lets him get a word in edgewise, he mentally chuckles. She might just chew him out, and that'll be fine. He deserves it. But once she's done being mad, he can't wait to talk to her about his new plan. About his new path.
They have the ability to make life better for so many people out in the living world, and not just in the way heaven wants them to. Ayakashi are bad, sure, but so are so many humans -- they can really make a difference, if they want to. And he wants to. He'll tell her about the kids he met, and the men who were making their living forcing the kids to steal and fight and worse things. Those men are dead now, but there's thousands of men like them still out there. Together, they can fix that.
Things are going to be okay.
What: Reunion shenanigans
When: /shrug
Where: Temple Aditi
Warnings: Violence, threats, poor life choices, probably graphic descriptions of amputation
Mind made up, Gojyo finds a temple and transports himself back to heaven.
It's been a chaotic couple of days, that's for damn sure. He holds his right arm -- or what's left of it -- carefully against his side. The end of the stump has been professional sutured and heavily bandaged, but he's still cautious about anything or anyone touching it. It hurts. A lot. The doc had tried to give him pain killers -- fat white pills in mismatched bottles, at least one of which had had a horse silhouette on the label -- but he'd refused. He needed to be sober while dealing with the mess in Japan, and he sure as hell wants to be sober when dealing with the mess here.
There's no goddamn way he's going to be loopy when facing Sharak.
Rounding the bend in the road, the temple slowly comes into view, and something in his chest eases. He'd called this place home back a thousand years ago, and it's still true. Home is where you go when you've got nowhere else to turn, home is where they yell at you because they care for you. Home is where your responsibilities lie.
His step gets lighter -- it's the middle of the night, he's exhausted and in pain, but things are about to get better -- and he mentally begins rehearsing what he'll tell Sharak. Assuming she lets him get a word in edgewise, he mentally chuckles. She might just chew him out, and that'll be fine. He deserves it. But once she's done being mad, he can't wait to talk to her about his new plan. About his new path.
They have the ability to make life better for so many people out in the living world, and not just in the way heaven wants them to. Ayakashi are bad, sure, but so are so many humans -- they can really make a difference, if they want to. And he wants to. He'll tell her about the kids he met, and the men who were making their living forcing the kids to steal and fight and worse things. Those men are dead now, but there's thousands of men like them still out there. Together, they can fix that.
Things are going to be okay.
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[Just establishing that. Gojyo can go fuck off if he wants to, but he should know that Sharak is still here.]
Other than that... I told you Hakkai died, because he did and I would have wanted to know if I were in your position. [Coming back would have been no excuse, if it had been the person she loved.] He came back. He might have not. I wanted you to deal with the response you had anyway because of that.
[She pauses for a second, still not quite looking at Gojyo.]
... Odds are, next time he won't. You can't keep running from how you feel.
[Her methods may be flawed, but she did what she did because she cares about him.]
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Watch me.
[ No, that was too abrupt. He needs to make her understand. ]
The Sha Gojyo you knew, the one who couldn't stop thinking about some batshit crazy baby killer? He drank himself to death. [ That might not be the way Sha Gojyo, God had gone, but from what he's heard, it's as feasible as anything. ] Every choice he made was a bad one, and now he's gone.
[ He slaps a hand to his chest. ]
I'm stuck here draggin' his corpse around, and I'm tired of it. These feelings aren't mine, and I don't want 'em.
I'm better than that.
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... I rather liked him. Him and his choices.
[For what it's worth. Sharak slowly gets to her feet, looking like she'd rather just take a nap right there on the grass.]
But very well. Just remember what I said about the temple.
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Sure.
[ And with that, he vanishes into the depths of the temple. He doesn't have much -- some clothes and toiletries, his heaven-issued phone -- and it all fits neatly into a pillowcase.
He doesn't need anything else. ]