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thenearshore2016-08-20 04:01 pm
existentialcrisis) wrote in thenearshore2016-08-20 04:01 pm
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Who: Sanzo (bad) and Sanzo (worst)
Where: a grove somewhere in the Far Shore
When: April 17
What: words
Warnings: n/a (p…robably)
[ There is always at least one crow in the cherry tree grove Sanzo likes, day or night. They've seen him talking to people he knows; they've watched him read. On this particular evening they're not needed here—they're in the trees along the way to Menrva's temple, instead, watching the path.
Ukoku waits in the grove. He's dressed in most of his priest's regalia, minus the crown, his sutra laid across his shoulders. Until now it's mostly been hidden in the ribcage of a monkey skeleton propped up in the entrance hall of his temple. He's sitting under a tree in the middle of the grove, a conspicuous shadow, occupying himself with a stag beetle crawling across his knuckles. ]
Where: a grove somewhere in the Far Shore
When: April 17
What: words
Warnings: n/a (p…robably)
[ There is always at least one crow in the cherry tree grove Sanzo likes, day or night. They've seen him talking to people he knows; they've watched him read. On this particular evening they're not needed here—they're in the trees along the way to Menrva's temple, instead, watching the path.
Ukoku waits in the grove. He's dressed in most of his priest's regalia, minus the crown, his sutra laid across his shoulders. Until now it's mostly been hidden in the ribcage of a monkey skeleton propped up in the entrance hall of his temple. He's sitting under a tree in the middle of the grove, a conspicuous shadow, occupying himself with a stag beetle crawling across his knuckles. ]
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Coming from an old man, is that supposed to be a compliment?
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[ He leans back on his hands and turns his face up toward the sky. Everything is ruddy yellow, bathed in sunset; before too long it'll be hard to read.
After a pause, and with a little plaintive humor: ]
I'm not that old.
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[ He's not sure what to think, but the tension starts to ebb with each uneventful breath. He reaches into his robe for his reading glasses, hesitates, and tucks them away again.
Instead, he glances up towards the sky as well. ]
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(What would Koumyou say? Koumyou was always proud of him, even when there was no reason for it. Ukoku runs a few lines through his head, tweaked from memory, patchwork echoes. None of it sounds right.)
He starts to laugh—at himself, completely—and flops onto his back, an arm thrown over his eyes. ]
Well, my age came with decreased responsibilities and some very well-educated interns to delegate all the boring work to. I hope you're as lucky as me.
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And now you're on vacation playing god. [ He leans back, resting his weight on a hand as he looks over at Ukoku with a blandly unamused expression. He imagines the man had to expect this kind of response. ] There's a hell of a charmed life for you.
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Do you remember what to do with that? [ He indicates the Maten sutra with a nod, after a few seconds. ]
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It's a line of thought he can't pursue, knocked off balance by the question. His eyes widen slightly. ] No.
[ Of course, he couldn't. ]
When I found myself here, it was on my shoulders. It's heavier than it looks.
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[ A pause, and he props himself up on his elbows. ]
I think it's good that you're here, so I won't risk saying more, but your connection to it should be more like muscle memory than anything else. They might be able to neutralize it, whoever they are, but not completely.