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nysalogs2017-07-22 07:00 pm
smithandwesson) wrote in nysalogs2017-07-22 07:00 pm
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House 1 is... number... 1??????
Who: Genjo Sanzo (smithandwesson), Yusei Fudo (planetary_bonds), & Lambdadelta (ascertain)
What: Roommates Finding Out They're Roommates and The Chaos That Ensues
Where: House 1 in the Residential District
Warning(s): Smoking, Swearing, and the Pure Horror That Lambdadelta is Capable Of.
[It didn't take Sanzo long to find his home, it was one of the very first buildings on the block of the residential block after all.
Scratch that, it was absolutely the first house on the block.
But it was upon walking in that he soon realized how small and cramped it was. Not that it bothered him, cramped was comfortable. It was the overly extravagant and spacious that got to him. Actually, if you ignored the cracks in the walls and the slightly old and musty smell the place carried, it seemed to have it's own charm to it. Kind of.... Sort of.
At least at the moment it seemed he was all alone in it, and he knew better than to expect that that would always be the case. So, while he was able to enjoy his privacy, he decided to get to something that was plaguing his mind all day.
Taking a deep sigh, he stepped over to the couch and quickly threw the heavy camouflage jacket that he found off his body. The clothes he had found among the rubble and debris during their crash-land to the planet had spared him the shame of traveling to Olympia in tattered robes, but he was happy to get out of what he was wearing as quickly as possible.
Now, where could the bathroom be located in this shit-hole?]
smithandwesson), Yusei Fudo (planetary_bonds), & Lambdadelta (ascertain)What: Roommates Finding Out They're Roommates and The Chaos That Ensues
Where: House 1 in the Residential District
Warning(s): Smoking, Swearing, and the Pure Horror That Lambdadelta is Capable Of.
[It didn't take Sanzo long to find his home, it was one of the very first buildings on the block of the residential block after all.
Scratch that, it was absolutely the first house on the block.
But it was upon walking in that he soon realized how small and cramped it was. Not that it bothered him, cramped was comfortable. It was the overly extravagant and spacious that got to him. Actually, if you ignored the cracks in the walls and the slightly old and musty smell the place carried, it seemed to have it's own charm to it. Kind of.... Sort of.
At least at the moment it seemed he was all alone in it, and he knew better than to expect that that would always be the case. So, while he was able to enjoy his privacy, he decided to get to something that was plaguing his mind all day.
Taking a deep sigh, he stepped over to the couch and quickly threw the heavy camouflage jacket that he found off his body. The clothes he had found among the rubble and debris during their crash-land to the planet had spared him the shame of traveling to Olympia in tattered robes, but he was happy to get out of what he was wearing as quickly as possible.
Now, where could the bathroom be located in this shit-hole?]
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[He'd shrug, but he's letting the buzz of the alcohol numb things in his shoulder and he really doesn't want to move it right now. So instead, he sags a little more, frowning.]
After our team broke up, so...two years before the...Storm. [His expression gets darker, thinking about both the breakup of Team Satisfaction as well as the Storm destroying everything they'd worked for all at once...doesn't really go well together, apparently.]
Moved in with a group that'd already made a place there, n' we worked together on that.
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[Leaning back in his seat Sanzo relaxed a little. He never before asked any of the other refugees about their home worlds and, before now, he never really cared to. Each person had their own story, their own baggage. It would have been ridiculous to understand it all.
And besides, they were all trying to figure out how to integrate and settle here right? What would be the point in fixating on the past? But--
Sanzo glances over, attempting to take the bottle from the kid in hopes to get a sip himself, but instead lightly taking the kids wrist. Pausing as he looked over to him.]
Hey. You'll get it back. You hear me? In some way or another. It won't be exactly the same as back then, it never will be.
But you'll get it back.
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[He misses it. His time with Rally and the others...it was just what he needed after that tough time, he thinks.]
...You know, in a sense, it's already starting to come together, right?
[awww nawwww yusei don't get all philosophical drunk on us now. we don't need that.]
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[Are you kidding? Philosophical drunk is Sanzos favorite type of drunk. He himself is philosophically drunk a good 60% of the time.]
I mean, we got houses over our heads and jobs sure. And I’suppose there is the weird obligation we have to Dharma. But settling ain’t exactly the same as getting that sense of home back is it?
[It was more of a genuine question than even he meant it to be. Perhaps simply because he himself never really understood what having a home meant. Well, for the most part he didn’t at least.]
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[Yusei grunts, then squints at the bottle, as if gauging how much alcohol is left. It's not much, but if a single bottle gets him this mouthy, he's kind of a lightweight, isn't he...?]
It's...it's the people in the house, you know? Like...the people you come back to every day. The people you've gone through hell and stuff with. What's the point of coming back to a place that doesn't have those people there?
[A little less eloquent than Yusei would normally put it (where's the requisite shilling of nakama no kizuna, Yusei?), but it's the general idea.]
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What was it that man once said? “Is a bird really free if it has no place to land?” That it doesn’t have to be a place but instead a thing in which you can return to. Even a person.
Shit. It was stupid to start thinking about those idiots. What good would that do him?]
You miss them do you?
[It was all he could muster up saying for the time being, instead pulling out his usual pack of Marlboro Reds. All this serious conversation made him crave the nicotine something fierce.]
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[The words come out more tenderly than Yusei expected, more warm than he usually likes to let on. It's becoming more evident that there's a lot of feeling in this stoic young man, even if his manner of acting doesn't usually let on.]
I...everything I did before this, it was for them, you know?
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[In fact, perhaps if his life were a little different he would have acted much the same way. Thankfully he had those few words to live by that always gave him comfort in situations like this.
He popped a cigarette into his mouth, casually digging into his robes as he looked for his lighter.]
But you’ve gotta live for yourself first and foremost. And by living for yourself you would also be living for them. And have enough trust in them that they are also strong to keep living for you in turn.
[”If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha.” As the years pass he’s slowly starting to feel like it meant something different from what he initially thought.]
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[Living for himself? ha ha ha, what the hell is that, Sanzo? That's enough of a foreign concept to him that he doesn't even register it as a possibility, instead latching onto the second half of it instead.]
In the end, it's all I can do, I guess... [Somehow, however, he doesn't look very comforted by this notion.] Sometimes I wonder, though...why me?
[He frowns into the bottle, the last words just a barely-heard mutter. It's almost like the sulky tone from before, but more...bitter.]
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[Taking out his lighter he flicked the flame out with ease. Using the brief pause to inhale and light the small stick aflame. Sucking a small bit of that sweet tobacco into his lungs before exhaling and watching the smoke slowly wisp out into the air before him.]
The best thing we can do is simply go along with it all and enjoy the roller-coaster ride that life decides to drag us on. All the while screaming out asses off in either joy or fear.
But in the end, no matter how your perspective of that ride may be there's one important thing to remember...
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[Yusei almost snarls that word out, in a rare show of anger.]
The last time I heard someone speak of fate and destiny, they used it as a way to justify what they'd done...As if that kind of thing could excuse their actions...what they did to everyone, what they took from them all...what they left me with...
[He puts the bottle to his mouth, and scowls at finding it empty, only a small drop trickling down to wet his chapped lips. He grunts, then carelessly drops it, letting the bottle fall to the floor with a clink against the linoleum, mullishly watching it roll back until it rests against his foot.]
Fate's just an' excuse for people who don't wanna face up to their actions. [He huffs.] But if you wanna follow that thread, that's fine, I guess...
[With all his grumbling, he almost doesn't follow the rest of Sanzo's words, and he almost feels petulant enough to pretend he didn't hear them. But despite how bitter the alcohol tastes, it can't quite drown out his warm and curious nature.
He can totally still sound sulky about hearing it out, though.]
...What?
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At least you’re still on the damn ride. And that is a hell of a lot better than being one of the losers who got off before they really got to experience it.
[He leaned back, relaxing as he took another puff from the cigarette. Resting head in order to look up at the ceiling, he let his mind zone off for a second. He was pretty sure he was done with the alcohol at this point.]
Whoever told you that doesn’t know what the meaning of fate is. Just because it was inevitable doesn’t mean that they themselves didn’t play a huge ass part in it. Although some things may be destined, one is always in control of their own actions. It simply meant that it was set in stone for him to be a damn shitty person.
Doesn’t mean he gets forgiveness for it.
[And exhale. His eyes focusing on the bits of smoke as they drifted toward the ceiling.]
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Mmph. It's not the ones that get off early that you have to worry about...
[And at that, he laughs hollowly.]
He said he was chosen by the gods...but in the end, he was the one who chose which one to serve. And then he, and his allies, and his brother, all beaten by us who decided to take our own destiny in our hands...and in the end, I still forgave him for it! [Pfft. So much for not getting forgiveness, right?] Even if I won't get answers from him now...about so many things...
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[He couldn’t help but smirk at the irony of it all.]
And who’s to say, by the force of your own will, that you weren’t truly destined to beat them?
[If anything he genuinely did enjoy seeing such emotion from Yusei. Not so much for the anger itself, but more due to how raw his sheer emotion was. It meant that it meant something to him.]
Thing about Gods is, the more time you spend around them, the more you realize they’re full of bullshit. Their power, thought, and ability is far beyond our mortal comprehension, yes. But they’re not infallible. Nor are they flawless.
In all truth fate and destiny and how that all works, it’s far beyond even their understanding.
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[It doesn't make what happened any less worse, though. Still, the sentiment makes Yusei chuckle bitterly.]
And that's why they work their so-called "miracles" through us, isn't it? Contact us, mark us, and see where their "blessings" bring us...? If it's something even they can't understand, why not throw us, who'd willingly smash it to smithereens without prompting, at it all...?
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[As he had come to learn through far too much self-experience.]
Take that from someone who had been 'contacted, marked, and blessed' first hand. It's usually a lot of meaningless shit-spewing that just equates to you being someone stuck doing their chores for them.
We're nothing more than a bunch of faithful servants washing their heavenly dirty laundry.
[Not like he hadn't already been proven that the assholes could do all these goddamn world saving chores themselves if they wanted.]
Most of it just equates to, in the end, that they're just lazy and don't want to do things themselves when they can have others do it for them.
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[He's talking about it like he knows. Then again, maybe that conspicuous red mark on his arm might be more than just a tattoo, in the end.]
Finding out what binds you all together other than the blessings of the gods...turns out to be harder than expected, I think...
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I wouldn’t think too hard about it if I were you. It’s usually good to just appreciate the bonds you form with others while you have them, no matter what the connotations.
[Another slow puff in his cigarette, taking a moment to relax a little more before exhaling.]
Otherwise you won’t appreciate anything in your life. Even we were thrown here in this small hovel thanks to “Dharmas Will” after all.
[Was he hinting that what they were experiencing right now was some sort of friendship? Even though he just shot him?
Nahhh.]
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[Seems like that word at least got him to focus a bit, if his pensive glance means anything.
Yusei doesn't even flinch at the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. Either he's already drunk enough to not care or he's already used to such sharp scents(it's both. it's totally both).]
Her Will, huh?
[He huffs a little. Benevolent she may have appeared to them, but in the end it was for her own reasons that they managed to escape, wasn't it...?
Yusei can't help but let out a short chuckle.]
I can't say that I don't appreciate what she's done for us, in the end.
[...Naaah. Can't be.]
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[Even if all those idiots he knew before were either asleep or worse.]
I'm going to use the gift I've been given and fucking live.