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Who: Sharak Sanzo and you
What: Hanging out in various places. Just come bother her.
When: May 14th, all day.
Where: The Near Shore- Tokyo and then Patna. Also temple Dionysius for Sanzo.
Warnings: #justsanzothings. Will update as needed. Guns and swearing, mostly.

A.
[So. Sharak's shinki really has a thing for flowers, it turns out. Sharak had just been exploring Tokyo, but as she walked past a garden nursery with a display of seeds out the front, she was reminded of that. Now she's paused outside the store, looking at a packet of chrysanthemum seeds in her hand with a critical eye. With her robes half hanging off her torso, a sutra over one shoulder and a furry tail tacked onto her ass, Sharak makes quite the attention grabbing figure even now.

... Muttered under her breath:] Potatoes would be better.

[Sharak, no.]

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B.
[There are, of course, shrines to Aditi in India. She's a Hindu goddess. So it shouldn't be odd that later in the day, when the city of Patna starts to cool down (comparatively speaking) that Sharak can be found strolling down the busy streets. She seems a little frustrated, despite her steady gate, looking around and weaving her way through the crowd. Eventually she gives up on this and makes her way to the river, jumping over a short wall to find a spot on the shore to sit. Staring out at the water, she absent-mindedly rummages through her robes to pull out a packet of cigarettes.]

Suppose it's a nice surprise even it's still here.

[This is not quite the city she remembers. Oh, well.]

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[And then, eventually, Sharak decides that there needs to be a conference between Sanzos. Two of them specifically. She would have called on Sanzang's temple again, but Gojyo had said he was at his temple the other night, hadn't he? Well, she won't stop by too early, that would be rude after calling so late at night before. Instead she swings by the temple of Dionysaur at around ten past ten in the morning, let's herself in (like the very polite woman she is) and seeks Genjo out.]

C.
[Alternatively, wildcard for things we've discussed oocly that don't fit those two options.]

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[Normally, Guy has no real use for flowers--Mahakala's grounds only seem to tolerate certain living things, and flowers don't seem to be in that category--so most of the time he doesn't bother with gardening things. He just happens to be passing and notices her browsing. In fact, he seems to be the only one who really notices her, despite her attire, which seems unusual even for Tokyo.

He's not looming, but he's closer than someone might be if they were also just browsing the seeds.]

Edible, too.

[Hi Sharak.]

[The voice that comes from above is remarkably chill and seemingly unconcerned, despite what it actually says.]

If you're debating plants in various levels of edibility, I could give you a damn good argument for oranges over potatoes. Other than the one that's so fucking obvious it would cause me physical pain to point out.

[Davesprite wasn't really doing anything more than gliding by, but this woman stands out a hell of a lot, and it's hard not to make any response to a remark like that if he's in the vicinity. He's still in the air, though, one or two neon orange feathers dropping as the ghostly, birdlike figure circles casually above. Now that he's started sheathing his sword through himself regularly again, the blade glints in the sun, sticking out from his lower back and the handle coming out the front.]

[ A crow has been watching her. It's been inconspicuous, staying mostly on the street, picking up crumbs and dodging pedestrians and bikes and stray dogs, but it's followed her steadily all the way to the river.

Ukoku appears out of thin air, just behind the wall. He hops over it and flops down next to her, making himself comfortable. He's in his priest robes, too, out of totally serious deference and respect for their shared station. ]

It's so different, isn't it? I like it.

Better for what?

[Aya is focusing on the flowers. She likes flowers. There's a consistency about them that makes them comforting wherever you happen to be, and how much trouble can you find in a flower shop? Besides, she's been cooped up indoors feeling awful about everything for far too long. Some fresh air sounds like a good idea, and so if she's being entirely honest do new clothes.

[On reflection, she's not sure that the woman (oh wow she's really tall) was talking to her, but it's a bit late to take the words back now.]

[From spending time with Sanzo, it's really, really easy to spot those robes even from a distance, and even when they're hanging off her waist instead of her shoulders. For a second, Goku has to do a double take. He didn't think Sanzo was out and about in a city like this. But the hair and the, uh. The chest. Yeah, that kind of gives it away that this is not Sanzo. And what's with the tail?

Still, it's rude to stare even if he's not being seen, so eventually he ends up kind of... not really sneaking his way over to get closer. And when something is mentioned about potatoes, he's pretty sure it's to him.]

H-huh? Potatoes?

Tokyo was a better place for him to hang out since some of the cherry blossoms had died down, and apparently he ran into people who seemed familiar. Kishi was hanging out in his jacket and Roll was buried in his nest-like hair as he lazily walked along the street, only to see familiar white and black robes.

And that sure as hell isn't Sanzo. Was it another of those fakes hanging around? Hakkai hadn't said anything about this-but there was only one way to find out.

A tonfa was being swung at her head, only to stop very short of actually hitting her if she didn't dodge. "Why the hell do you look like Sanzo?"

[ Unrepentant nerd that he is, Sanzo had been reading when he registered a gait that he's still not familiar with. It's enough to get him up and moving, perhaps a little more sensitive to things that are off with Gojyo so unbalanced. That it's Sharak in the halls of the bullshit dinosaur temple is a pleasant surprise.

She isn't greeted with a gun this time, but instead Sanzo with a book tucked under his arm and his robes all hanging around his waist. It's not like he had the chance to get ready for company. ] Looking for someone?

You said it'd be hot, not that I was going to get sunburn in my ass.

[Man, and she really wanted to keep showing her legs to all these old people that looked scandelized. But holy shit, she is too pale with too fair of hair and eyes for this climate...! Why did she insist on coming...]

[She's not particularly fond of India--it's hot, first of all, and her last trip here had ended up with her passing out. But sometimes it's nice to get away, and sometimes, maybe, she thinks she might learn something interesting.

You know, like now.

Sharak's caught her eye, and it's not just the fact she's tall and has a weird looking tail, but the robes are strangely familiar and Yuri finds herself watching the strange woman for longer than necessary. The way the crowd barely pays her any mind tells her more than anything else too, so she follows after Sharak curiously.

Something something curiosity and cats. She clambers over the wall and sits there a moment before she hops down to approach, before realizing she has no game plan here.]

...Were you not expecting it to be?

[If Schuldig has learned one thing about reading people's minds from a distance and immediately realizing they're tetchy people, or at least suspects he can't lie as well to their face as he can through telepathy, it's that he wants to learn as much about them before approaching as he can. Attention-grabber indeed with that getup. She's a difficult case though, and his curiosity leaves him contacting her telepathically first anyway.]

'Hello, miss. Nice day for flowers.'

[What is it with everyone here and flowers? But anyway, nice and pleasant to see how she'd react first.]

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Speaking of chrysanthemums

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B for buddies pallin around with no animosity or bad feelings, probably

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