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thenearshore2016-08-06 10:14 pm
bon_bon) wrote in thenearshore2016-08-06 10:14 pm
[open] the wheel is come full circle
Who: Konzen and open
What: Flailing with a pole-spear thingie; being a worried papa; getting help from an assassin; face-to-face with karma
When: April 11 (unless otherwise indicated)
Where: A park in the Far Shore; somewhere in front of Elsa's place; a vending machine
Warnings: n/a (except maybe cussing? This is Konzen after all)
Prose always welcome! Will match format. :)
[open] Failing/flailing
[ So the rules of this heaven are just as arbitrary and idiotic as the heaven that Konzen knows. That should come to no surprise. This whole ayakashi business is a lot of nonsense if you asked him. These eyeball monsters are practically everywhere, and yet a god or shinki alone is powerless against them. He always knew that divinity meant shit, but this was just rubbish. It meant being pinned down inside a school cafeteria snapping and arguing with Tenpou and Kenren while getting clobbered by ayakashi snot because three gods (two of whom were actual accomplished military officers) could do jack shit against it without their shinki.
This is the reason why Konzen is here today, in this small park on the Far Shore. He's brought his shinki Haru with him so he can figure things out on his own. Goku might also be his shinki now, but he knows that he can't really bother him very much. It's not safe to be around him. He furrows his brow a little at the thought, but pushes it to the back of his mind. ]
Miki.
[ The eerily silent young man beside him nods and disappears in a flash of light. In Konzen's hand is a naginata, made with a light but sturdy wood pole with red tassels and a curved blade on one end. It feels rather clumsy in his hand. He's never really handled such a weapon before. Or any weapon, for that matter. He stares down at it for a moment, wondering what to do next. Maybe he should have borrowed some How-To books from Tenpou's library before coming out here. ]
[open] Not suspicious at all
[ He feels a stabbing pain in the back of his neck. There is something else too, a heavy and anxious feeling that he can't quite wrap his head around. It makes him restless and upset. It keeps him up all night, pacing. He just knows something is wrong.
Goku.
What is happening to him? Konzen wants to rush over and see him, to check in on him. And yet, he knows that his very presence could trigger something bad. Make this cluster of dark emotions even worse. Maybe he'd known before he named Goku that this might happen. He just never realized how hard it would be. He feels so powerless again, and the fact that he might even be part of the problem just makes it that much more painful.
Nevertheless, he can't just sit around doing nothing.
And so he finds himself lurking about the front (or thereabouts) of Menrva's temple, not looking weird at all, of course not. He's hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of Goku without making himself too obvious...just to know that he's okay. ]
[closed: Omi] April 12: Hot cans of what
[ They call it 'the near shore,' which Konzen thinks must be this world's equivalent of Down Below. The human realm, that place beyond the Dimension Gate where they were all headed in their great escape. Of course, it never happened. They had said that the cherry blossoms bloom differently there compared to heaven. Something about being so close to death that they try that much harder to look alive. It sounded like philosophical BS, but somehow it made sense to him back then.
It feels strange, how he can just will himself to that realm now and find himself there, among the humans and the famous cherry blossoms (though they've mostly turned already by now). Tenpou used to come here a lot, bringing back strange knickknacks to add to his collection. Konzen walks around, awed by the sheer magnitude of things all around him. Buildings that soar high above his head. Vehicles that beep and move across massive boulevards. And the people! Konzen has never seen so many in his life. It's overwhelming.
He finally escapes into a smaller side street to take a breather. And hopefully grab something to drink. He finds himself in front of a large container known as a 'vending machine.' He's seen enough of these around to know that they dispense beverages when you insert coins in them. He has a little bit of money, from what he found lying around Helios's house. (Yeah he helped himself to it, whatever). He's not quite sure which ones he's supposed to use, though. He knits his brow together and pushes the coins around in his palm. ]
[closed: Sanzo] April 13: I am not you
[ There's a small and secluded area of the park near Helios's house that Konzen has come to like. It's nicely shaded by a circle of trees, and it's an outdoor space that doesn't catch a lot of people's eyes as they're passing through the park. He finds himself going there in recent days to practice his naginata and to just get out of the house every once in a while.
And maybe the place reminds him of that one spot in heaven where they all had sake under the cherry blossoms. Just a little bit. He's not sentimental at all.
He heads toward there now, his shinki in hand and a bottle of water in the other. He's dressed casually, a basic pair of slacks and a button down shirt, with comfortable shoes for moving around in. He pauses suddenly when he hears a voice. It sounds weirdly familiar. He frowns.
Him.
Konzen almost turns right around. But it grates him a little bit to feel like he should have to retreat. Besides, much as he hates to admit it, the man isn't a complete stranger. In fact, he's probably much more than that. Maybe he can't avoid him forever. Still…he's not fond of being shot at, so he makes sure to not sneak up on the maniac. His footsteps should be obvious to anyone, but especially to someone with a hair-trigger like Sanzo. He pushes some leaves out of his way and steps into the clearing. ]
What: Flailing with a pole-spear thingie; being a worried papa; getting help from an assassin; face-to-face with karma
When: April 11 (unless otherwise indicated)
Where: A park in the Far Shore; somewhere in front of Elsa's place; a vending machine
Warnings: n/a (except maybe cussing? This is Konzen after all)
Prose always welcome! Will match format. :)
[open] Failing/flailing
[ So the rules of this heaven are just as arbitrary and idiotic as the heaven that Konzen knows. That should come to no surprise. This whole ayakashi business is a lot of nonsense if you asked him. These eyeball monsters are practically everywhere, and yet a god or shinki alone is powerless against them. He always knew that divinity meant shit, but this was just rubbish. It meant being pinned down inside a school cafeteria snapping and arguing with Tenpou and Kenren while getting clobbered by ayakashi snot because three gods (two of whom were actual accomplished military officers) could do jack shit against it without their shinki.
This is the reason why Konzen is here today, in this small park on the Far Shore. He's brought his shinki Haru with him so he can figure things out on his own. Goku might also be his shinki now, but he knows that he can't really bother him very much. It's not safe to be around him. He furrows his brow a little at the thought, but pushes it to the back of his mind. ]
Miki.
[ The eerily silent young man beside him nods and disappears in a flash of light. In Konzen's hand is a naginata, made with a light but sturdy wood pole with red tassels and a curved blade on one end. It feels rather clumsy in his hand. He's never really handled such a weapon before. Or any weapon, for that matter. He stares down at it for a moment, wondering what to do next. Maybe he should have borrowed some How-To books from Tenpou's library before coming out here. ]
[open] Not suspicious at all
[ He feels a stabbing pain in the back of his neck. There is something else too, a heavy and anxious feeling that he can't quite wrap his head around. It makes him restless and upset. It keeps him up all night, pacing. He just knows something is wrong.
Goku.
What is happening to him? Konzen wants to rush over and see him, to check in on him. And yet, he knows that his very presence could trigger something bad. Make this cluster of dark emotions even worse. Maybe he'd known before he named Goku that this might happen. He just never realized how hard it would be. He feels so powerless again, and the fact that he might even be part of the problem just makes it that much more painful.
Nevertheless, he can't just sit around doing nothing.
And so he finds himself lurking about the front (or thereabouts) of Menrva's temple, not looking weird at all, of course not. He's hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of Goku without making himself too obvious...just to know that he's okay. ]
[closed: Omi] April 12: Hot cans of what
[ They call it 'the near shore,' which Konzen thinks must be this world's equivalent of Down Below. The human realm, that place beyond the Dimension Gate where they were all headed in their great escape. Of course, it never happened. They had said that the cherry blossoms bloom differently there compared to heaven. Something about being so close to death that they try that much harder to look alive. It sounded like philosophical BS, but somehow it made sense to him back then.
It feels strange, how he can just will himself to that realm now and find himself there, among the humans and the famous cherry blossoms (though they've mostly turned already by now). Tenpou used to come here a lot, bringing back strange knickknacks to add to his collection. Konzen walks around, awed by the sheer magnitude of things all around him. Buildings that soar high above his head. Vehicles that beep and move across massive boulevards. And the people! Konzen has never seen so many in his life. It's overwhelming.
He finally escapes into a smaller side street to take a breather. And hopefully grab something to drink. He finds himself in front of a large container known as a 'vending machine.' He's seen enough of these around to know that they dispense beverages when you insert coins in them. He has a little bit of money, from what he found lying around Helios's house. (Yeah he helped himself to it, whatever). He's not quite sure which ones he's supposed to use, though. He knits his brow together and pushes the coins around in his palm. ]
[closed: Sanzo] April 13: I am not you
[ There's a small and secluded area of the park near Helios's house that Konzen has come to like. It's nicely shaded by a circle of trees, and it's an outdoor space that doesn't catch a lot of people's eyes as they're passing through the park. He finds himself going there in recent days to practice his naginata and to just get out of the house every once in a while.
And maybe the place reminds him of that one spot in heaven where they all had sake under the cherry blossoms. Just a little bit. He's not sentimental at all.
He heads toward there now, his shinki in hand and a bottle of water in the other. He's dressed casually, a basic pair of slacks and a button down shirt, with comfortable shoes for moving around in. He pauses suddenly when he hears a voice. It sounds weirdly familiar. He frowns.
Him.
Konzen almost turns right around. But it grates him a little bit to feel like he should have to retreat. Besides, much as he hates to admit it, the man isn't a complete stranger. In fact, he's probably much more than that. Maybe he can't avoid him forever. Still…he's not fond of being shot at, so he makes sure to not sneak up on the maniac. His footsteps should be obvious to anyone, but especially to someone with a hair-trigger like Sanzo. He pushes some leaves out of his way and steps into the clearing. ]
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[ Konzen takes one more step closer, trying to see what's happening as Sanzo drops his cigarette to clutch at his chest. He's in physical pain, but it seems like that's only the half of it. His emotions seem to be barely held together. ]
Did you hurt yourself?
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No. [ It's roughly spoken, but steadier. ] It's nothing. [ Then, contradicting that, adds: ] Fucking shinki bullshit.
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[ That's pretty disturbing, if it is shinki bullshit. Konzen's never known a shinki to experience sudden pain like this. Though what does he know about shinki? He's pretty new at this.
He reaches out his hand, but he doesn't touch him. ]
How do you know?
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Despite the slip, he almost sounds like had before the jolt of pain. ]
What did you expect? The power behind this shit to be stable?
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No. But I haven't seen anyone in pain before.
[ He furrows his brow as he watches that look in Sanzo's face. It's not just the pain, but the fear. Almost feral. Almost like... ]
How long have you been like this?
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[ It's not the question it probably should have been. He had to, if he was asking about it then maybe there was something to it. ]
no subject
[ Isn't that obvious? You don't just have pain for no reason at all. There has to be a cause. And you can pin down the cause if you recall how long it's been happening. He pauses to see if he'll actually answer the question, now. ]
no subject
I doubt it. This existence is entirely arbitrary.
no subject
[ Arbitrary enough to bring all of them together? No way. The gods might be idiots but they're scheming idiots with only their self-interests at heart. It's not a matter of randomness. ]
Tell me when it started. [ Because yes, you should tell Konzen these things. ]
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After lighting up, he shakes the match to extinguish it, and wonders what happens to shinki when they vanish. ] A few days ago.
[ He's not sure why he answered. ]
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Do you remember anything unusual? Someone you encountered, maybe?
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[ Briefly, there's a tightness to his posture, shoulders tense. He shakes his head, starting to stalk off. ]
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...still. As Konzen watches Sanzo try to stagger off, he can see that tension wearing on him. And for reasons even unknown to himself, he follows him. ]
No. Something's not right, and you know it. Stop being such a baby.
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[ The words come out increasingly flat.
The weight of his revolver is suddenly and reassuringly in his hand, and his aim is steady if low. He'll shoot the damn god in the leg if he has to. ]
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Or what? You're gonna shoot me? Is that your answer to everything? I can see it's doing you a shit-ton of good.
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It's the only answer I've got. I'll either make it work or I won't.
[ All he knows now is that he has to buy some time. It's too much to face right then. ]
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Running away isn't going to help.
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I know.
[ He doesn't put away his gun, a very visual reminder of the threat he made as he walks away. ]
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[ This time, he watches him leave and doesn't try to stop him. Something about the way Sanzo's back looks from this angle makes Konzen's chest ache. Is this his fault? Maybe it has nothing to do with this shinki bullshit.
The doors had slammed shut to Konzen's past life. There was nothing left of him. Maybe this is why Sanzo is such an empty shell, just pieces of a consciousness that can't make itself whole. Strangely enough, Konzen knows that if he could give him a part of himself to mend that hole, he would. Even though he has a feeling Sanzo would never want his help.
And yet, somehow he knows he will never fear that gun in Sanzo's hands again. ]