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thenearshore2016-09-21 07:42 pm
godsoffortune) wrote in thenearshore2016-09-21 07:42 pm
Entry tags:
- !cultist arc,
- !cultist arc | events,
- event log,
- keith | voltron,
- lance | voltron,
- ω add | elsword,
- ω asato tsuzuki | yami no matsuei,
- ω hakkai cho | saiyuki,
- ω hazel grouse | saiyuki,
- ω hope estheim | final fantasy xiii,
- ω jakob | fire emblem fates,
- ω kimihiro watanuki | xxholic,
- ω konzen douji | saiyuki gaiden,
- ω lightning farron | final fantasy xiii,
- ω lilka eleniak | wild arms 2,
- ω ludger will kresnik | tales of xillia2,
- ω rin matsuoka | free!,
- ω ross | senyuu.,
- ω roxas | kingdom hearts,
- ω ruri hoshino | nadesico,
- ω schuldig | weiss kreuz,
- ω sha gojyo | saiyuki,
- ω sheryl nome | macross frontier,
- ω sora | kingdom hearts,
- ω souji okita | peace maker kurogane,
- ω sousuke yamazaki | free!,
- ω tenpou | saiyuki gaiden,
- ω toshizou hijikata | peace maker kuro,
- ω ukoku sanzo | saiyuki,
- ω yoko kurama | yu yu hakusho,
- ω yoruichi shihouin | bleach,
- ω yoshiya kiryu | twewy,
- ω yukine | noragami,
- ω zero kiryuu | vampire knight
008 | OVERFLOW
Thank you!
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[It's probably a good thing Sanzang isn't an actual doctor or anything. She straightens with him, but doesn't let him go, not sure if she totally trusts him to walk on his own.] And don't push yourself, if you're letting it heal naturally then you have to actually rest and let it heal!
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[He steps into the washroom, and turns his back to her, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.]
-- if you'll excuse me, I'll have to take this off to bandage it properly.
[He doesn't actually know how proper a holy woman she might be! If she has any issues with a shirtless man being in the same room, she's welcome to step back out.]
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Huh? Okay. [She doesn't step back out, but now she feels a little awkward because he brought it up in the first place.] ...Are you shy? [She completely thinks he's the one who might have issues here.]
I was in an army right before I came here, I saw plenty of men without their shirts! [And, well, look at what she herself wears. She's grown past being modest for the most part...]
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[He is a little shy, actually: not of being seen shirtless by an attractive young woman, although Sanzo might object (and there's an amusing mental image.) The problem is being seen shirtless by anyone he doesn't already know well. He hates showing off scars when he doesn't know their story, and the deep, puckered, years-old cut across his belly is a scar that must have a story.
At least the more recent one across his chest, closed but still a flushed-red remnant of a deep crack in a sword blade, he can explain.
He keeps a straight face as he pulls his hands free of the sleeves and folds the shirt to set on the edge of the sink, despite the twinges and painful stabbing of a probably-broken rib and something that's going to be a truly amazing set of bruises tomorrow.]
The first-aid kit is under the sink.
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Oh. Right. [Had she been staring at him too much? He was handsome, sure, but aside from the scars it was more interest in just how different he really was from her Hakkai. What dictated these differences across the multiverse?
She grabs the fist-aid kit and sets it on the counter, hesitated a moment before she carefully begins to remove her sleeves. While she could do this just fine with them on, it'd be more practical to do it with them off.] I keep taking these off more often lately with you guys. I guess I should stop wearing them all together soon... [She probably won't just because they've become a part of her, like Sanzo's sutra. They're an extension of her own arms, and without them she always felt strangely naked.
She flexes her fingers after carefully folding and setting the sleeves aside, and then rifles through the kit for the bandages.] I know how to do this much, at least. I guess I should really learn more instead of relying on my powers so much, ahaha.
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[It's not an actual laugh, but that's mostly because an actual laugh would be rather painful right now. The teasing glint in his eyes is still genuine.
He leans against the edge of the sink, dampening a clean washrag to blot a few of the little scrapes that splintered wood in the wind had left scattered across his hands.]
Isn't it challenging to use your hands with those sleeves on?
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She looks at her own hands, flexing her fingers a bit] I got used to it, I suppose! Truthfully, I never had to take them off to do much before... I just had to fight. Even with healing, I don't need to touch someone for it.
When I was traveling I used a staff and magic, but once my journey was over and I was asked to join the other mystics in the Heavens, the sleeves were gifted to me. [It feels like lifetimes ago and she smiles wistfully] I just got used to wearing them all the time.
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[He raises his eyebrows and wrings the lightly stained rag out firmly over the sink. It'll need bleaching.
And there's something about that line, "joined the other mystics in the Heavens," and the look of fond reminiscence on her face, that makes him very curious. He points out the roll of wide stretchy wrapping in the kit.]
Those, I think. [He's not sure where he picked up what he knows about first aid, but it seems to have steered him well so far.]
It's rude to ask this of a lady, so do forgive me, but exactly how old are you, Genjo?
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I wasn't born in the human world-- I was born in Heaven. There was... an attack. [The smile slips from her face as she begins to get to work welcoming the multitasking and distraction it offers. She can tell her history is much different from whatever they went through, enough so that she doesn't feel anything warning her not to say anything] I was just a baby, but one of the devils had a guilty conscience and sent me down a river and into the human world. When I was 16 I went on a journey, and I was about 18 or so when I got back, I think. A few years later I was asked to join some other important mystics in Senkai, which is... Sort of similar to Heaven, just a different plane.
[Or something. Look this is never properly explained in the game, okay?] So um... I think I'm maybe around 900 now? [Given the time between Journey West was supposed to take place and the time some of the Warriors Orochi historical stuff was happening, anyhow. Something like that.
She smiles sheepishly again] Before I came here, there was a lot of time traveling and dimensions being crashed together, so things got a little confusing.
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[Well, he'd been looking for something to distract him! That's a story startling enough to do the job. Hakkai blinks at her in open wonder and sets down his washrag. Born in Heaven! Reascended to it after completing her journey... and nine hundred years old.
Also, that bit about time travel and multiple dimensions.]
I see I'm in very august company!
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I'm not that amazing! There were many other people--much more amazing people!-- than me. I'm not nearly as powerful or impressive as even half the other mystics. I just... [She pauses and secures one of the bandages, tilting her head as she tries to figure out how to explain it.] I just want to help people and make them happy. I just want peace.
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[He lifts his arms out of her way, glancing thoughtfully up at the ceiling. I just want to help people and make them happy, says Kanzeon Bosatsu... she's certainly well-cast in her role, isn't she?
He has to admit that he can see why Sanzo's so fond of her (and there's no way to interpret his grumbling other than fondness. He's more obvious than he'd like to be.) It's the sort of modest purity of heart that would sound naive, except that Hakkai's seen her in a fight.]
Trying to make other people happy is hard work! I don't think I'd be suited for it at all.
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But that's the beauty of people! Even if you're not working at it, you don't have to try to make people happy. There are people that are thankful and happy just because others exist.
[She moves back in front of him and beams at him, speaking with an easy confidence and grace, like everything she's saying is just so obviously true] Like me! Hakkai, I'm happy that you're alive! And even if everything here goes all topsy-turvey, I'm happy we met, I wouldn't change that!
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[He bites back the sardonic comment that leaps to mind about his being alive. After all, Gojyo thinks they might be. Whatever his reason for that -- and Hakkai's going to trust him that it's something he can't ask -- perhaps Hakkai should stop reminding people that shinki are dead.
They're not normal shinki, after all.]
I'd still prefer it if things don't get too topsy-turvy.
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Ah, well. Hakkai means well, probably, and her smile is more natural when she looks at him again.] True, though! I'd rather everything be nice and peaceful for a while.
[A pause and she takes the moment to examine his scars again, reaching out to lightly touch them with her fingertips. First the one on his stomach, and then the fresher one, her expression deeply concerned and troubled. Her voice is soft.] Do they hurt...?
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The old one usually doesn't. I'm afraid the other is still a little sore!
[It's not that he minds her touching him, but there's something about that light brush of fingertips that he doesn't like at all. Maybe it's that he can't feel any touch very well on the scar itself. A change of subject back: that's what he needs. Her laughter had sounded false...]
... Please don't take it the wrong way, Genjo, it's just that I'm not a very good person at all.
[Whatever might be in his past aside, he's fairly certain he's a petty and selfish person, and also entirely too fond of revenge.]
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She clenches her fingers again and clasps them behind her back to stop the temptation to keep poking at scars--literally and perhaps figuratively.]
Ahah, well... I don't believe that. It doesn't matter what a person is, it matters what they do; That's what I told my version of Gojyo once. [She smiles fondly] Just because you think you're a bad person, if you do good things... That's what's important, right? I think you're fine just the way you are!
[Hesitation; she doesn't really talk about this much, though she sort of drunkenly babbled about it to Gojyo at some point] And beside that... I'm always being told that I'm 'too good or 'too pure.' People would be afraid to approach, no one would touch me because they were afraid they'd 'dirty' me somehow. Even the people I considered my friends, or, at least, wanted to be friends with...
It's lonely, being 'Genjo Sanzo.' It was different when I was traveling with everyone, before I became well known. It was easier then. [She really wishes she had that simpler life back, even if it meant constantly looking over her shoulder for an attack. She'd take that over this 'holier than thou, perfect princess on a pedestal' life she had to adopt since.] So being told 'you're a better person than me' is just a little...
[She doesn't like it on principle--she's not better than anyone--and because she doesn't like to hear Hakkai putting himself down like that anyhow. Even if he's just beng honest.]
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Ahaha! Sorry, sorry... I shouldn't talk about these kinds of things! [It's her own burdens to bear, after all. Maybe if Sanzo remembered more she could talk to him about it, but--
Ah. Maybe she kind of understands a little more where Gojyo's coming from now.]
You're as easy to talk to as the Hakkai I knew, but I can't keep thinking of you as the same people... I'm sorry, Hakkai. [Her apology is meant sincerely too, which is probably worse]
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[He's not offering to touch her, but it's not because he's worried about sullying her divinity. It's more that the conversation already feels a bit awkwardly intimate. Perhaps because he reminds her of a different Hakkai.]
That said, even if I'm not the same person you knew, I hope we can still have a good relationship.
[He clears his throat, slightly embarrassed, and picks his shirt back up to very carefully start putting it back on.]
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She starts to giggle and though she covers her mouth with her hands it doesn't stop it from becoming full-on laughter. But it's not an unkind laughter, just bubbly and bright and happy] Yes, yes! Let's be good friends, Hakkai! You can count on me!
[And, with wide eyes and a too-innocent tone she asks:] Does this mean you'll let me heal you now? It's the friendly thing to do.
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[Right back at you, Lady Sanzang. He beams at her, obnoxiously cheerful, as he buttons his shirt with quick fingers.
She's a bit obstinate herself, isn't she?
That's the kind of person Hakkai gets along best with. His smile shades, imperceptibly, into something less teasing and more genuine.]
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[But it's said laughingly and she fights a smile] You're lucky you're recovering and I can't hit you, you know! But-- Hmm...
[She tilts her head one way and then another, thinking] A compromise! My temple has a lot of nice hot springs, Sanzo and I use them all the time! They're nice to relax and heal in, and it'd do your body good. If you won't let me heal you, will you at least soak in one of them for a bit?
That way I can at least sort of heal you, and I won't have to use my power at all! [And then she grins, because how can you argue against this?? You can't, don't try!!]
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...Well, all right, I'll have to visit. Tomorrow, maybe? [It probably will be good for the bruises, at that. He nods in acquiescence.
Besides, maybe agreeing will soften her up a little for his next statement.
He'd really prefer not to be punched, after all.]
For now, I think I should go back to the cherry grove.
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But sure, tomorrow would work! Hmm, maybe I should invite everyone else too, that'd be fun, right? [Nothing like sake and hot springs right?] ...But if I want you to actually relax, maybe not. [She says it laughingly but she can already imagine the absolute turmoil that'd come from this.
His request is- Honestly not surprising. She looks at him with an exasperated Really? expression and sighs deeply.] How did I know you were going to ask that? [She frowns at him, expectant. Give her one good reason why she shouldn't just strand his ass here]
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[That's a good reason! See. It's a specious reason, because Gojyo has ... Asshole ... and he can call Sanzo as well, and he's still favoring his side and should probably wait a few more days before he gets into a fight. But it's also close enough to the real reason (what if something happens and I'm not there) to, he hopes, make sense.
Over his smile, his eyes go briefly distant. Maybe nothing will happen after all, and it'll be a quiet party.
That would be nice.]
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