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House 1 is... number... 1??????

Who: Genjo Sanzo (

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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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Have you now?

[Truthfully? Sanzo could see it. Yusei seemed to be the type to get himself into a lot of unnecessary trouble fairly often. Luck was something that was almost necessary for survival with those sorts of people.

Darwinism can suck it as long as dumb luck is on your side.

Digging the tweezers in deeper, his eyes squinted and his other arm held Yuseis shoulder still. It took a bit of finagling, but with a bit of concentration Sanzo had successful obtained a grasp on the bullet.]

All right, here we go now.

[And with a slow and steady yoink does the monk begin to extract the bullet from the teen he just shot.]

A few times.

["A few." This goddamn liar. Even without dueling, he's gotten out of several lucky scrapes. He'd laugh, but Sanzo's starting to pull out the bullet, and he has to bite down on the rag just to make sure he doesn't lose concentration. It's not nearly as bad as the surgery, but it's not like Yusei wants to imagine pain worse than what he's feeling right now.

Prying the bullet loose unblocks whatever artery it had jammed up, causing more blood to leak out the wound even as Sanzo works at prying it out.]

I can see that.

[Kid you are a serious trouper. With one slow but final tug was Sanzo able to loosen the bullet from the wound. Ignoring the splatter of blood that came out with it for a second in order to place the little ball of led someplace safe.

And then, with a little more urgency, did he reach around to grab the torn fabric from Yuseis mouth.]

Let go. I need this again.

[Yusei immediately lets go after a single tug, trying not to disturb his bleeding arm as he reaches out for the first aid kit. Disenfectants, gauze, whatever...as long as he can use it to get this stopped up, it'll work...]

Gh...the hard part's done with....

That's right brat. Now you just have to heal.

[And what do you think you're doing making a grab for those supplies on your own? He's not chopped liver you know.

Taking the disinfectant from under Yuseis hand he popped it open.]

This'll sting like a bitch but it's better than what you already felt.

[And he'll just casually pour the bottle over the wound without a care in the world.]

[Yusei likes to expedite the process.

...He winces when the bottle is poured over his wound, though, for more reasons than one.]

Isn't doing it this way...wasteful...?

[Seriously, dude. How much disinfectant did you just dump on his shoulder? Half the bottle?]

Better safe than sorry. It's a pretty fucking big hole in your arm and if it gets infected then there'd be no point in everything we did to help you heal up. Drink this.

[Quickly he passed a small bottle over to Yusei, before making a grab for the sterile wrapped bandages in the first aid kit.]

It tastes like shit but it should help close the wound pretty damn fast.

[He's hoping that eventually he can get them to make this medicine in grape flavor.]

[There's being safe, and then there's this, Yusei thinks, but it's already wasted and if he spends more time complaining he'll bleed out and waste all the effort he'd gone through.

He shrugs and opens the bottle.]

...Lysa's medicine.

[Well, he knows what to expect from that, even if he hasn't taken it himself before. You'd better have left enough alcohol to wash this down after all this is done, old man.

It says something about Yusei that he downs the contents of the small bottle like a shot. He doesn't grimace, exactly, but there is a definite crinkling around his eyes and he falters in scrabbling for the bandages long enough that Sanzo is able to grab them without interference.

Grape flavor can't help this.]

Edited 2017-09-28 16:05 (UTC)

[Don't worry brat. Drinks are on him as soon as all this bullshit is handled and done with. But for now he's contentedly wrapping up your shoulder with the experience of a man who's done this far too many times in his life.]

Had that shit before huh?

[Sanzo needed it himself when he first landed. It didn't help that he was still scarred up from his battle back home when he first woke up in the pods. But spraining his arm during the fall only made things worse.

It tasted like shit, and he regretted the time spent after taking it due to how nauseous he felt. But for a wound like this it was worth it.]

There. That should about do it.

[Blegh. He's feeling dizzy already. The tightness of the bandages being wrapped around his arm is the only comfort at the moment, it's almost reassuring in how well they're wrapped.]

No. [Give him a second, even speaking with the taste in his mouth is making him queasy.] Helped administer it, once. Side effects were...something. [They sure were.]

Yeah, tell me about it. Some brat convinced me to take it and the next thing I knew he was literally dragging me around trying to get me a hotel room to rest.

[None the less, it healed physical wounds quick. So it was perfect for this situation.]

Vomit on the floor though and I'm making you clean that too.

[Sanzo is the best care-giver.]

Mmh. Still, it works better than anything I've seen, so I'm not complaining...

[Much. Yusei would roll his eyes if he could, but instead he just leans back in the chair to take a deep, steadying breath.

Can he have that drink yet.]

[Pft. And give you incentive to throw up all over the place? No way. You get to wait until the nausea passes kiddo. Then we'll get krunked together.]

Mph. Shits fucking miraculous, even if it does taste like warm fresh shit.

[Because that's the best way to describe things to sick people.]

I see people complain about the tech here, but I think it's far more advanced than most initially believe. It's just advanced in a different way then they're used to.

[Maybe he's just more accustomed to it because it's fairly similar to his own world.]

[But daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.]

They say the worse the medicine tastes, the better it works. [Weak grin. He's totally trying to grit through it, isn't he.]

It's...supplemented with whatever they're calling "magic." If you think about it like that...it'd make sense that some things aren't as advanced as they would be back home...

[With magic to make up for things...you probably wouldn't consider more technological options, would you?]

I wouldn't know about that.

[Truthfully his own world was quite similar to the one here. At least, it was probably more so the same than it seemed to be for most of everyone else that ended up here.]

I don't think magic should be an excuse for a lack of science. In fact, I believe they are more like yin and yang, where one can not exist without at least a little bit of the other.

Just because two separate means of possibility cannot interact with each other does not mean that they are unable to coexist.

After all, magic is pretty heavily relied upon where I'm from, but I would like to think our technology is fairly adept as well.

Perhaps your world simply lacks that balance, and your technology only seems advance due to how un-advanced your world is with its magic.

[Oops, are we getting too philosophical? Obviously he should have some of this booze that's close by.]

Or at least I can assume as much with how you phrased "magic" just now.

Mmm...maybe it does.

[He frowns, the mental activity spurred by thinking apparently useful enough to stave off his nausea.]

It felt more like...that magic was lost, or something? I'd never heard of such things until recently, and everything was run on advanced technology...

[Yusei leans back, grumbling.]

And yet, that same technology was used to bring back something straight out of legends I'd never even known to exist. It was like the energies they used...it was all the same, somehow. I don't understand it...

[It's something he never will, he thinks. Something he's not sure he wants to understand, something he's not sure his father ever understood, only had the barest inkling of when he tried to stop the Momentum project, only met with its true consequences when control was ripped away from him, and the burden of that legacy thrust onto his child's shoulders.

That child...really could use a goddamn drink right now. He doesn't like reflecting on this stuff.]

[Jeez kiddo, what's with that sullen look?

Sighing out, Sanzo shifted his weight before moving over and taking a seat beside Yusei. Seeming to relax as he slouched forward and, casually, handed over the bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Take it kid. You probably need it.]

As I said, there's an intrinsic balance between the two existing. No matter where you are they booth are there, and yet many places have a lack of balance between the two. That lack of balance causes the world itself to fall into a state of unease.

[Can't have one without the other, despite the fact that they were two very opposite things.]

This world has a surprisingly better balance than most it seems. Which explains why this world seems so damn fresh and alive. Bustling with creatures of all types and all walks of life, and how damn peaceful everyone here seems to be.

[If he didn't know better he would have even called it a goddamn utopia. Fortunately enough for him though, he had enough experience to know how much of a lie that was.]

Magic exists. As much in your world as it does here. And as much as it did mine. It just exists to a different extent depending on what those of the world make of it.

The lack of balance...

[Yusei's sullen expression lightens a little to a thoughtful gaze. It sounds reasonable, but as someone who had barely enough time to get used to the idea of magic and psychics in his own home world and still hasn't quite settled down here, it's also something he has to wrap his mind around.

In the end, this is a new place, whether he likes it or not.]

...In a place like this, I wonder what I'll learn. Heh.

[Thanks for the stiff drink, dad. He takes it by the neck, curiously squinting at the label. Whatever he's gauged from the alcohol content or brand name or symbol or whatever doesn't seem to matter in the end, as he ends up lifting it to his lips to take a long, long swig to down at least a good third of what's left in the bottle.

At first glance, it looks like he's an experienced drinker, or at the very least has drunk enough to be desensitized to the bitter taste judging by how he downs it in the same manner he would a shot. But a more discerning eye can spot by just how rapidly he downs it, and the slight grimace on his face when he stops, that he's not used to drinking at all. Maybe he's drunk once or twice, no poker face could last when trying alcohol for the first time, after all. But he's clearly not used to the taste, nor aware of his limits.

Kid's going to have a massive hangover in the morning, if he keeps this up. (Worth it.)]

Whatever you want to learn kiddo. That's the thing about starting off in a new place where no one knows ya. The opportunities and directions which you can experience are only limited by your own volition. There is a literal endless amount of decisions you can make on what you want to do from here on out.

[Shit. He suddenly needed a smoke. Excuse him as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his robes and pops one into his mouth. Casually glancing over as Yusei took a swig. Sure enough the brat seemed to hold his liquor like a pro.

Let's see how long he could keep that tough demeanor of his up though.]

[It looks like that for the time being, at least. Then again, when Yusei stops to take a breather, he wipes down his face with a rather sullen expression and doesn't seem eager to take another swig anytime soon. Instead, he holds the bottle loosely in one hand, staring at it like it holds the mysteries of the world swirling in its murky contents.]

Endless...potential. I can get started on that.

[Yeah, that's one way to put it.]

...After tonight.

[...also probably a good idea.]

Amen to that.

[With that Sanzo takes hold of the bottle next to Yusei, plopping down beside him and temporarily removing the cig from his mouth if just to take another quick swing of the booze.]

Just concentrate on healing the fuck up for now. If you’re lucky it may just leave a pretty scar for you to brag about later.

[Apparently some people like to brag about those sort of things. Not that he was ever one to show off his own. If anything he did his best to conceal as many of them as possible.

Priests robes were useful that way despite how many people teased him for wearing them.]

Feeling a little better?

Mnf...a scar like this wouldn't be worth bragging about, I think...

[Getting shot point-blank by your irate roommate over something so petty? Totally embarrassing.]

Not bleeding out. That's an improvement. [Okay, yeah, he's still feeling the burning numbness in his shoulder. He needs another sip of that stuff. Down the hatch.]

[Was that more of the alcohol or more of the medicine you just downed right now Yusei? Eh, whatever, no matter what it was, it was probably a horrible combination. He was happy that he wouldn't have to be in your shoes tomorrow morning when the obvious hangover hit.]

Good. Then you'll survive. And look, now you know how to be respectful to the people you're sharing a fucking house with.

[Not that Sanzo seemed to have learned that lesson himself yet all things considering.]

[Alcohol. He thinks. Either way, he's feeling it tomorrow, so here's to fucking up the now.]

Heh. Respectful, or groveling? Not sure which one it'd be, considering...

[He idly waves the bottle, apparently trying to mimic the motion of firing a pistol. It's not a very good impression.]

Well good. It’s usually seen as good karma when one bows their head to a priest.

[Was Sanzo being snarky? He most certainly was. But at least seeing such sass from Yusei was enough to garner a smirk out of the monk.]

Besides, cleaning up ones shit is kind of basic human nature. Did you always scatter oil and metal trash all over the place back in your old home?

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