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[bussounoshima]

Who: Sharak and Konzen, Sharak and the other hot blond too many Sanzos just too many
What: Two grown ass adults at Capyper Land, both swear they have a good reason for being there. Also: Sanzo party without the party and with extra Sanzo flavouring
When: May 9th, May 8th late afternoon, May 10th evening
Where: Capyper Land, Kanzeon's temple, does Tokyo even have dive bars
Warnings: Because they're at an amusement park for children and the happiest place on Earth, we must include warnings for gun violence, swearing, mention of child death and reckless child endangerment. But like, in a fun way.


[It's a courtesy call, really. Genjo had been pretty worn out after their chat the other night and Sharak wants to see how he's doing. After their discussion, she's pretty sure she knows where to find him too... And so she walks up to Kanzeon's temple and lets herself into the front yard.

Even if she can't find the Genjo she's thinking of, she wouldn't mind speaking to the other one. It really depends on which one she finds first.]



[She'd been asked to look into a childish spirit wandering around a theme park looking miserable so... Here she is. Sharak still isn't keen on this "God" business, but the best way to learn what's going on is occasionally to play along. For now, anyway. "Aditi" is everyone's mother and so of course she cares for lost children in need of protection. Sharak, on the other hand, is certainly no mother... But she's not opposed to protecting children anyway.

For now Sharak is stood by the wall outside a restaurant opposite a particularly large rollercoaster, watching the children run around screaming with an indulgent look in her eye. Maybe this isn't so bad.]

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[killsthebuddha]

[ Sanzo drops his cigarette and grinds it out under his boot heel as he tries to reach for a sense of calm that is, suddenly, increasingly elusive. His reserve is visibly fractured. It's easier when he can pretend that no one can know his emotions so intimately, as if he still had some privacy. ]

Dammit. [ He tugs at the back of his collar with his free hand, revealing the back of his neck. It's a livid purple, for all that he can't feel it. ] Do I have any of that shit on me?

[bussounoshima]

[Sharak moves closer to get a good look.] Put your phone down.

... It's all over your neck. [She reaches over to tug at his collar a bit herself and see how far down his back it's spread and frowns when a touch of it rubs off onto her finger.] How do we get rid of it?

[existentialcrisis]

You're not talking about your memories, are you?

[killsthebuddha]

[ He doesn't put the phone down, instead gripping it more tightly. He owes Ukoku an explanation, as galling as that might be. He pulls away from her, wincing at the corruption on her fingertips. ]

Blessed water will purify it. Down that path, you can wash it off in the hot spring. [ He gestures. ] I have to handle this first.

[ He sends out a message with a quick swipe: ] Give me a goddamn minute.

[bussounoshima]

[Sharak doesn't make any move to leave, just frowning at Sanzo and that phone. Her fingers sting, but she can ignore that.]

Put the phone down, Genjo. [Blight is caused by negativity, isn't it? She doesn't think talking to Ukoku is going to help.] He can wait.

[killsthebuddha]

[ Guilt is the worst of it, but he's trying to level himself out.

She ought to know how a Sanzo is about their sense of duty. Misplaced or not, he has one to the old crow bastard. ] I can handle this.

[ Please ignore the fact that he clearly can't. ]

[bussounoshima]

[A Sanzo's responsibilities are serious. It isn't her place to order Genjo around or lecture him- he's a colleague and a peer, not one of the people under her jurisdiction. He's certainly not her shinki.

So she probably shouldn't be gripping his wrist tight enough to force him to drop his phone, but she's doing it anyway.]

Clean this shit off first before I pick you up and throw you in the damn spring myself. [What was it Gojyo had called him-] The crow bastard can wait.

[killsthebuddha]

[ His phone drops from suddenly nerveless fingers as she grabs him. There's just an instinctive aggression reflected in his expression, disproportionate to the threat she poses. For a moment, he's not even reacting to her when he tries to jerk free.

There isn't as much strength in the gesture as there ought to be.

He manages to catch himself, and the tense lines of his posture ease fractionally in acquiescence. ]

[existentialcrisis]

[ He can wait, but he doesn't want to. ]

Genjoooooo

Where are you?

[bussounoshima]

[Honestly, she might have been expecting a punch in the face for that. She's a little surprised when she doesn't get one. When the phone hits the floor (someone should really get Genjo a case for that) she releases her grip and stands up.]

Come on.

[She'll just kick the phone under the bench they've been sitting on when she hears the alert go off. Ukoku can wait.]

[killsthebuddha]

Yeah. [ Fingers twitching as feeling returns to them, he pushes up off the bench.

And promptly goes to pick up his phone regardless. He'll go, but he's not leaving his phone. ]

[bussounoshima]

[What did she fucking say, Genjo? What did she tell you?

With a twitch of her eye, Sharak bends over, grabs one of Sanzo's arms and with one swift motion, the younger man is suddenly somehow over her shoulders in a fireman's carry.]

What did I fucking say? Leave your goddamn phone alone. [KIDS THESE DAYS though maybe Genjo did manage to grab it before he was grabbed.]

[killsthebuddha]

[ Damn, Sharak is faster than him. He snarls as she manages to grab him, air escaping him in a whoosh when she gets him over her shoulder. He gets just enough breath to start swearing as he struggles to get free of her grip. ]

Put me the hell down!

[bussounoshima]

In a minute. You said the spring was this way?

[Gonna just start walking nonchalantly down the path towards the spring. It's actually not easy to carry Genjo like this, especially when he's fighting to break free, but she'll pretend it is.]

[killsthebuddha]

[ This isn't going to work, and it's pissing him off. On the bright side, that floods out the guilt and uncertainty of before. ] Fuck you!

[ Fine, he can't break loose. Playing nonchalant is going to be much harder when he decides to start hitting until she decides to drop him. It's awkward, but he'll make it count when he can. ]

[bussounoshima]

[See, there's the attitude she likes to see. The hitting, less so, but it's also a good sign. Sharak winces and starts walking faster, trying to get to the spring before he makes her drop him.]

Listen to your elders, Genjo!

[killsthebuddha]

[ The hitting stops.

He only just realizes he can, in fact, manage to get his gun in hand. The size of the revolver is actually quite handy, even if it's not half as impressive a sight. ]

[bussounoshima]

[It's an impressive enough sight out of the corner of her eye, especially when she realises she doesn't have a hand free. Huh. Okay.

But they're at the spring now, so it's too late.] Not bad.

[Sharak takes a step into the spring, turns her back on it and then unceremoniously drops him in. Maybe it's a good thing he didn't get to grab his phone.]

[killsthebuddha]

[ Sanzo goes down with a truly impressive splash, and comes back up coughing as his soaked robe clings to him and his hair is plastered to his face. Realizing that he dropped his revolver, showing around to fetch it becomes his first priority.

This is not Sanzo at his most dignified. ] What the fuck is your problem?

[existentialcrisis]

[ Which makes this a great time for an entrance, not that Ukoku's trying—Sanzo's goddamn minute has run out. Suddenly he's there, in full regalia, for once, with the Muten sutra on his shoulders, not ten feet away. He looks between them for about half a second. ]

Hi there!

[bussounoshima]

I don't like-

[Sharak cuts herself off and instinctively puts herself between Genjo and Ukoku as she turns to face him. Ah. In restrospect, she probably should have expected this. Maybe Genjo had a point. Well, she's been meaning to talk to him anyway, so really this is quite the convenient incident.]

Hi. [As she has with every Sanzo she's met so far, Sharak very calmly pulls out her pistol and aims it at Ukoku's head in a quick, swift motion.

However, unlike with the others, this time she fires.]

[existentialcrisis]

[ He doesn't bother pretending to dodge, though he does take a step back and raise his hands—he's unarmed! -Ish. There's no ricochet, no sign that she just barely missed; the bullet's just vanished. ]

I don't think we've ever met! You must be Sharak, yeah? [ He spares Sanzo a sidelong glance, amused and conspiratorial. ]

[bussounoshima]

[Sharak doesn't look surprised at her magical, vanishing bullet. "Nothingness", huh?]

Yes. I'd say it's nice to finally meet you, Ukoku Sanzo, but... [It's not.

She doesn't relax or lower her gun, but she doesn't fire again, for now. Wow, less than twenty seconds and she's already sure she was right to hate this guy on reputation alone.]

[existentialcrisis]

But what? [ He raises his eyebrows. He's innocent. ] I've wanted to meet you for a while! But I never got around to it, and things got in the way, you know.

[bussounoshima]

You should have stopped by. We have a lot to discuss.

[Just knocked on the barrier door or something. The Kouten Brigade could have shouted shit at him from the fortress.]