Go to the North! (Open)

[smithandwesson]

Who: Genjo Sanzo (smithandwesson) & Anyone Who May Be Willing To Help Out His Sorry Ass
What: Adventures in Nadril!
When: 8/28 Onward
Where: All throughout Nadril
Warning(s): None as of yet, but will update if need be.



I. A Programmer He Is Not

[It had been a few weeks now since most of the refugees had attempted to settle within the city of Nadril. It being so cold in the middle of the summer was certainly something to get used to, that was for certain. But, for the moment, the freezing weather was the least of this monks concerns.]

'Tch!

[This was the last time he was going to let his curiosity get the better of him.

It had started with him casually staring at the shop window of Paws About Town, looking at the small robotic animals cutely portraying little tricks for any possible buyers. And when the salesperson had noticed him staring it was a near impossible ability to turn the guy down for a free trial.

Except the salesperson may have been a little too enthusiastic.

No.

He was definitely overenthusiastic.

How else would Sanzo have ended up with a small heard of them following him around?

And he could have tolerated that. It would have been a mild annoyance, sure, but now--]

Crap. I've underestimated these things...

[He huffed under his breath. Surrounded on all sides by different variations of small metallic critters as they growled and snapped. Seems that somehow in his attempt to deprogram the darn things he had managed to set them onto attack mode. And while he had managed to take down a small few there were too many for a single man to take on alone.]

Nghh... I'm going to kill that sales clerk when I get my hands on him!

[Someone please come and save a distressed trigger happy monk in need?]

II. Respite In Troubled Times

[Despite the chaos the world had been in, it was absolutely amazing how the people of Nadril could go about their lives as if nothing were wrong. They were descendants of refugees, so perhaps they were used to this sort of thing happening?

But then what did that say about the problems of this world in general? How common were situations like this and how often did Dharma have to directly involve herself?

It was because of this he found himself engrossed in the Central Hubs main research library. Sitting at a table of books by himself as he flipped through pages and pages of recorded history within Nadril.

At least-- That was until he had heard something.]

It's almost as if you knew I'd be over here trying to concentrate. Is there a reason you're being so noisy?

III. Haunted By Old Memories

[Sanzo was doing his best to keep to himself during his time on Nadril. He was a person who enjoyed his solitude after all. And so hanging about closer to the outskirts of the hub was an ideal location for him. Of course, it was chilly, but at least this was a type of cold he was used to. He was draped in layers, covered in his usual ragged looking cloak as he wandered along the pathways, occasionally enjoying the scenery when--

SNAP!

A blinding light took hold of him, causing him to wince back sightly. Ah right. It seemed one of those picture-taking robots had been floating about. Stepping forward he reached out to take hold of the small piece of paper coming out, looking it over and absolutely freezing.]

Why you...!

[Whatever seemed to be on that picture had gotten to him. As the next thing, anyone knew he was kicking the poor insectoid-bot down from its perch.]

You piece of shit! If you're going to make people fucking nostalgic at least make it for good thing! You wanna be sent back to your maker in shambles, do you!?

[Because picking fights with robots seems to be his theme for the week.]

IV. WildCard!

((OOC: Wish to do something else with Sanzo. Have been planning on meeting up and catching up with the monk? Feel free to leave a comment below or contact me at chohakkaifan with any questions/plotting you may have!))

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[thedarkbond]

[That sure had been the sound of someone loudly dropping a book in the next row. At Sanzo's calling out, there's the sound of footsteps before a skinny young man with long red hair appears from around the edge of a shelf, with an almost comically large book in his arms and a look that's supposed to be apologetic but somehow doesn't quite get there.]

Sorry, sorry~ [He sounds a lot more cheerful than he does sorry, really, and a bit on the absent-minded side.] I didn't expect it to be so heavy...

[He blinks momentarily at all the books on Sanzo's table, though, as if he only just noticed them now.] What are you reading so much about?

[smithandwesson]

[... It's always the redheads that end up being the most bothersome, huh?]

What business is it to you?

[Sanzo, on the other hand, seems to be holding up a dangerously stern expression as he looks Ren over. Seems this guy had red eyes as well... Interesting.

None the less, he closed his book and leaned back in his own seat looking away with disinterest. You weren't going to get an answer from him that easily Ren.]

Hasn't your mother ever taught you it's rude to nose about in other peoples business?

[thedarkbond]

[Not only are his eyes red, but if Sanzo can see them well enough, it's not hard to tell that instead of round pupils, Ren's are slitted and more like a cat's than a human's. And the fact that Ren steps a little bit closer, head tilted almost comically far to one side to see if he can read the spines of some of the books, may help with that.]

You're really suspicious, aren't you...? [Ren makes that observation in the same vague, somewhat airheaded tone, though it's edging on the border of pouty now.] How is anyone supposed to learn anything if they're not nosy about it? That seems like a silly thing for a mother to teach someone.

[Matter of Ren's mother specifically aside, considering he's happier the less has to be said about that.]

[smithandwesson]

[Well, it's not the first time Sanzo had come across someone like this. Although, knowing his luck this redheaded asshole was probably just as much trouble as the other one he knew.]

Perhaps because a common sense of civility is usually considered an amiable trait?

[What was with this guy? Why did he want to know his business so badly? It just made him want to deny him more.]

Besides, don't you have enough on your light-reading list? Or is that ridiculous tome of yours just a diversion tactic used in order to butt in on other peoples lives?

[Do you just casually drop it around just about anyone who looks like they're invested in something?]

[thedarkbond]

Is what you're doing really how you show common civility, though...? [Ren has never personally minded abrasive people, but calling the vast majority of them civil is a bit much. As such, all he's really doing at this point is bringing his head back up to a more curious tilt.

It seems like he's getting under this guy's skin a little bit, though, so he's just going to...keep right on doing that. Perhaps an unwise choice, but Ren tends towards being a human-shaped amalgam of unwise choices, and he crosses his arms over his book a bit harder with an exaggerated, indignant huff.]

What's the point of coming to a library just to look at one book? Even if it's a heavy book. You're being kind of silly about this, I think, it's not like I'm going to steal your book pile.

[That's definitely a full-blown actual pout he's wearing at this point. It's hardly as if not knowing what this guy is researching is going to be detrimental to him, but now he's just being rude and it makes Ren want to irk him even more.]

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[ofseraphim]

[ Research library, you say? That’s just the perfect place to randomly encounter this loyal bookworm, who is never too busy, (seriously), to hit up such a place. And despite some of the tomes here being heavy and thick, their content dry and uninteresting to most, for Sorey they’re an easy read. Mostly.

But the whole keeping quiet thing? Well. That’s more of a challenge. Especially when, with an armload of books, he spies one more on a shelf that’s a tad out of reach, attempts a grab anyway, and nearly loses the whole stack in the process. The routine squawks and flails ensue of course, along with the subsequent audible sigh of relief when he manages to stay upright. Hopefully all of this has gone unnoticed by the other patrons--

--or not. ]

Sorry! [ But that, too, was a bit loud, now wasn’t it? So, quieter: ] Sorry.

[ Aimed back at the offended person in particular... who looks a wee bit familiar? ]

Wait -- Sanzo??

[ Talk about a blast from the past! ]

[smithandwesson]

[What the hell is it with this library and people dropping heavy-ass tomes all over the place? Doesn't this world follow the same respect of peace and quiet in a place of reading that his world does!?

The vein on his forehead was practically throbbing at this point. Sanzo was just about to give this asshole a piece of his goddamn mind when he could not help but hear his own title called out in a way-too-familiar tone.]

.... Well shit.

[Damn it.

Sorey? Really? Aren't you supposed to be dead in a ditch somewhere? It's literally been more than a half a year.]

Of course you would be the asshole who wouldn't know how to hold your goddamn books properly.

[Nice to see you again???]

[ofseraphim]

[ Supposed to be? Maybe. Is he actually? Nah. He’s alive and well; fine and froggy, if after a stint in the stasis pod.

...Actually, come to think of it, that’s a better question for Sanzo, now isn’t it?

But, maybe another time... when he’s less angry. (So, never, in other words.) ]

It’s not that! It’s just-- [ Sorey has zero chill when it comes to reading?? ] --I just tried to carry too many in one trip, that’s all!

[ So basically, in summary: u rite, Sanzo. Thank you for coming to his ted talk. ]

So, it's been a while, hasn't it? How've you been?

[smithandwesson]

I'm alive, aren't I?

[And as grumpy as ever. Nearly a full year since he had been on El Nysa and at least his personality had barely changed.]

Moved to Wyver after Olympia kicked me out. Been holding up fairly well since then. Apparently some sort of hero or some bullshit like that.

What the hell have you been up to?

[The last time he saw you was during that awkward stint in a lagoon. He's genuinely curious as to what you've been up to during all that time.]

[ofseraphim]

[ Sorey winces a bit at that. Being alive has no bearing on how one has been, Sanzo. But, then again, at least he’s consistent? So. There’s that. ]

A hero...?

[ NOT THAT HE’S DOUBTING YOU. In fact let him just clear his throat and move on to the next topic, which is--!

Oh. Yeah. Um. About that... ]

Well, let’s see... [ It’s been a long damn time, indeed -- this could easily be a multi-day update. ] It’s been so long since we’ve talked, I’m not even sure where I should start!

[ He means that. In all seriousness. ]

Were you around during the winter ball?

[ Y’know, before everything went to shit(er)? ]

i.

[atwo]

[ talk about an amusing sight.

not that anyone can tell that a2 is amused in the slightest because her expression is basically a resting bitch face. does she ever smile?? it's a mystery. crossing her arms, she tilts her head to the side. ]

Try not to step or kick them. It would be a shame if they broke.

[smithandwesson]

These things can shatter into a million fucking pieces for all I care!!!

[Meanwhile this poor asshole is doing his best the sidestep the little nipping robots as much as possible. In the end, it all kind of looked like some ridiculous dance, perhaps only emphasized by the fact that he was draped in traditional robes.

But, yes, surely your jeering is absolutely helping his mood right now. Please continue. He may just add you onto his target list along with the little fuckers that surrounded him.

And so, almost as if it were an example of his rage, did he swipe one of his feet out, knocking one of the robots over onto its side and causing its eyes to turn a bright glowing red.

Hmm... Hopefully, that didn't mean anything...]

Hope you're fucking enjoying the show over there...

[He grumbles out with no animosity what-so-ever.]

[atwo]

[ Raising an eyebrow, she stares at him and then glances over to the smaller machines. ]

Does this mean you can pay for the damages? [ Because if that is so, she might be able to give him a hand and to display that she is willing to get her hands dirty, A2 doesn’t hesitate to put her foot on top of one of them.

The small creature isn’t able to move with the pressure she is apply, but it doesn’t look like it’s being crushed yet. ]

Think fast. They’re not impressed.

[ If they are anything like what she has faced in the past, the colour change can only mean one thing. ]

[smithandwesson]

Hmmn?

[Ah... crapbiscuits.

Her casual mention managed to get him to turn just in time. The small laser beam which shot out from the critter just barely shooting over his shoulder as he turned to face it.

Who the hell made it so these things chan shoot lasers!?! This was a health hazard waiting to happen!]

I'm sure the overall cost will even out once I place my complaints in!

[Fuck it. These things deserve to be broken.

Going from defense mode to attack mode himself, Sanzo was quick to pull out his revolver. Shooting the poor little killer-robot point-blank, causing it to yelp out with a mechanical whir before the light in its eyes went out completely.

Except, with that, the eyes of all the other small beasts suddenly seemed to turn red, as if the level of danger Sanzo represented went up a notch within their shared mindset.]

Oh fucking come on.

[He's so done with this. He is so fucking done with this frozen city if simply because of this company's products.]

[atwo]

[ She presses her lips together.

This is an awkward situation. Too bad she doesn't have any hacking skills because maybe then she can give him a hand, but alas, that is not part of her programming. Instead, A2 will swipe a couple of them up in her hands and give them a glance. ]

Have you tried to be nice to them instead? Not that I imagine they will be seeing that you destroyed one of them...

I.

[beatupgrass]

[Okay, Rocket hates those little pieces of shit, but seeing Sanzo being surrounded by them is hilarious, especially now that they're getting all bitey.]

See? I kept tellin' people those things weren't nearly as cute as they look.

[smithandwesson]

Fucking right they aren't. Now are you going to just stand there and watch like an idiot or are you actually going to make yourself useful?

[Because he is seriously so sick and tired of kicking these things away all day. Even now he feels like he's playing a frantic game of hop-scotch as he jumps around and nudges them over onto their sides one by one and--]


Agh!!

[Fucking hell! One of these things just bit him!]

[beatupgrass]

Says the idiot dancing around a bunch of toys. [HE'S NOT THE IDIOT. YOU'RE THE IDIOT. Rocket, now acknowledging his superiority with that comeback, wades into the biting, attacking masses, mulekicking a couple out of his way and snatching up the bitey one to deactivate it.

His smugness is quickly interrupted by one latching onto his tail hard. He hisses and then glowers up at Sanzo.] You're gonna owe me so big for this, dude.

[Some of the others have decided he's a smaller target and have taken to headbutting and tackling him, while Rocket fights back with extreme violence. CYBORG ON ROBOT ACTION.]

[smithandwesson]

Consider it payback for the fucking weapons I allowed you to steal from my goddamn place of work forever fucking ago! Tch--!!

[And with that he sidestepped another one. Almost tripping over himself in the process but managing to catch his balance last minute-- only to kick a couple of the little fuckers over in the process.

That should hopefully distract them enough for a second at least?]

So are you going to fucking take these bullshit examples for pets down or am I going to have to revoke any future favors from here on out!?

[Such a temper he has...]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket's temper fares no better in this instance. Without actually releasing the catch on his gun to start firing at the little bastards, he pulls it off his back in full canister mode and just starts playing whack-a-mole, all while saying:]

Is that any way to talk to somebody who hasn't given you shit for working with Evras?

[SMASH SMASH SMASH.]

III i'm not coming into this late shhh

[diamondize]

[Diamond liked the picture-taking bots, honestly, though they understood that some people apparently saw them as way more of a nuisance than they did.

Still, they'd never seen someone react that violently to one before.] Oh my...! If you break it too much ,won't you be the one who has to pay for the repairs to public property?

[Diamond isn't an expert on human laws or whatever, but they're pretty sure it's something like that. And they're not afraid to reach out and physically pluck up this human and pull him away from the robot thing if necessary. Not that Dia does that right now, but it's an option in their mind]

Shhh... it's ok bb. Come deal with this angry monks temper-tantrum...

[smithandwesson]

They'll have to find me first if they want to charge me.

[Can't catch him coppers! And well.. even if they did it was not like he didn't have a decent amount of money saved up at this point. He'll just throw the funds from his start-up at them.]

Besides, last I remember the lack of consent in regards to customer service is a viable complaint.

[At this point, he's practically crushing the thing under his foot. It was definitely broken, there was no question about it at this point.]

it's what dia's good at....

[diamondize]

[Dia winces, crouching down to look closer at the crushed little robot, expression both pained and sympathetic.]

I... think you broke it. [They've still got their pictures in their hand, including one that shows what appears to be a monk. There's couple pictures of the man, with Dia holding onto the photos protectively.]

It's just pictures and it was just doing its job... Is it really so bad? [They reach out to start tugging the pieces out from under Sanzo's foot]

Truthfully I can't see how these two couldn't interact considering their canons.

[smithandwesson]

It is if they're getting into the parts of peoples minds that they would much rather keep to themselves.

[Sanzo himself is crumpling his own photo in his hand, none the less seeming to lay off now that it was no longer moving.

Besides, that wasn't the focus of his interest at this point anymore. He hated it when people butted into the business of others, but seeing such familiar imagery in the hands of this small shiny person (person?) was a bit difficult to ignore.]

You've spent your life in a monastery.

[He says as if its a fact rather than a question. Seeing such robes and architecture was hitting a sense of nostalgia for him that he didn't know he had.]

RIGHT i couldn't resist

[diamondize]

[While there are some things they're not sure they'd be really happy about people seeing, at the same time... Everyone kind of nows everyone's business where Dia's from anyhow. They haven't really had the idea to keep things secret much before.

They stand up, brushing their legs off and look at the pictures in their hands too.] Oh! I suppose so, but we just always called it the School. We lived there with Sensei. [They smile at the photos, expression wistful and nostalgic.]

He's asleep still up on the station along with everyone else. That's why I can't really be upset about these pictures--It's nice seeing him again like this.