Travel With The Setting Sun (OPEN)

[smithandwesson]

Who: Genjo Sanzo (smithandwesson), Son Goku (bakazaru), Yusei Fudo (planetary_bonds), Jae-Ha (razzledazzles) & Anyone Else Interested!
What: Sanzo is one of Olympias Top 10 Most Wanted and he is on the ruuuunnnnn
When: The Entire Month of October
Where: Anywhere between Olympia's Residential district to The Outlook depending on how far he gets.
Warning(s): Besides some violence nothing yet! Will update as it's needed.



[Hearing the emergency announcement (and his name attached along with it), Genjo Sanzo was quick to react. He was used to living on the run and natural instinct lead him to take cover as soon as possible. Thankfully he had allies who were not going to turn on him any time soon for this sham of a monarchy, and thus knew he only had to stay completely out of sight until the majority of the chaos rolled over.

And so he was quick to take to the streets, escaping the back door of his apartment into the alleyways of the residential district.

Like Hell he was going to make it easy for anyone to find him, and he knew there were enough small empty homes in this architecturally crowded district for him to lose himself for a few days to a week or two without worry. Goku and Yusei all the while would make sure he was secretly provided for and informed while remaining as inconspicuous as possible. It wouldn’t be until halfway through the month, when the chaos cooled down a little that Sanzo would even dare peak his head outside.

When he does he is wrapped from head to toe, intentionally looking filthy while draped in torn robes, cheep sunglasses covering his eyes. He did his best to look as much like a homeless vagrant as possible and avoided all the streets that were more prone to having people wandering about.

He was on a mission after all-- And with enough luck and help from those who were willing, he trudged forward in his attempt to escape the city.]

OOC: Sanzo will be doing his best to keep as much on the down-low as possible. He will be avoiding all major roads, all stores, and all common routes that the city guards are known to travel. He is armed in case anyone may find him out and is in enough of a high tension setting that he will shoot on sight the moment he thinks someone is even slightly suspicious. That being said! I am open for all forms of CR and interactions! Whether you’re a normal civilian passing by on accident, an ally willing to help, or an enemy here to bring him in or worse! If you wish to do something but wish to plot it out more feel free to contact me on Plurk at chohakkaifan!

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For Yusei

[smithandwesson]

[Sanzo had been sitting at home, cup of coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other when the emergency network feed had been announced. It was a boring night just like any other had been since he first settled into the city and he did not think that anything would be changing about it any time soon. Boring, yes, but at least because of it he was able to enjoy his peace and quiet because of such a lifestyle.

But the moment Giovanni’s name was mentioned, he froze. And then his popped up not too long after, further shooting his senses into high alert.]

--Shit!!

[Dropping the coffee and paper, he immediately stood up, his eyes frantically scanning the area as if he had suddenly stepped back into the usual war-zone his life was so damn accustomed to before showing up here. Perhaps he should just make a run for it? No. He needed a game plan-- If he just rushed out he’d get caught immediately. It was best to simply remain calm and gather what basic necessities he needed.

Taking a deep breath he made his way towards the kitchen. First food, then money, and finally what little of his own shit he actually needed. He’ll grab Goku and then sneak out the back into the clustered and empty alleyways of the residential district. The maze, like layout would work in his favor, and last he remembered some of the houses were still abandoned so--]

.... Ah.

[Just his luck, the moment he stepped into the kitchen he’d end up making direct eye-contact with Yusei.]

[planetary_bonds]

[The one time Yusei's in from hauling shit around outside to get a glass of milk to drink, and he's overhearing news about this emergency broadcast, and a few names he knows are being announced, one of them being the roommate standing in front of him in a barely contained panic.]

Sanzo...

[He'd seen people in a panic, looking anxious outside while ferreting around for information, and even just barely paying attention to the broadcast still running in the background is more than enough to give him the information necessary.

He breathes, sweat dripping down the back of his neck and stiffens, narrowing his eyes.]

What's going on?

[smithandwesson]

'Tch.

[Great. Just great. The one time that the brat isn't outside building his machines is the time when Sanzo wishes to not explain himself. Which, of course, he decides to do anyway.

Ignoring Yuseis question Sanzo marched towards the fridge in a huff. After all, the more supplies he could gather for what he had to do the better.]

Out of my way.

[planetary_bonds]

[You're gonna be like that? Fine. Then Yusei's going to edge around you to stand behind while you're going through the fridge. It's a motion that subtly puts him just in the right position to block off any exit from the kitchen, at least not without a fight.

Of course, given Sanzo's fighting expertise, age, and experience (never mind the guns) over Yusei, it probably would be simple enough to get him out of the way. But that takes time, effort, and makes too much racket in a crowded place like this.]

That announcement, everyone panicking outside...what's happened here isn't something that can be brushed aside so easily. You packing up like this...

[The unspoken words are obvious. You're involved, the way you're acting only confirms it. To get tangled up in something of this scale so soon, that's...]

I need answers, Sanzo.

[Please. There's something he needs to confirm.]

[smithandwesson]

[God damn it Yusei, now is not the time. Can't you see he has a government to be running from?]

It's none of your business and the less you know the better.

[Can't you see he's trying to look out for your safety in a backwards sort of way? Hurriedly stashing a couple of easy-to-eat things from the fridge before into his arms before kicking the door closed and marching right up to you.]

Move.

[If you don't get out of his way he will move you himself you brat.]

For Goku

[smithandwesson]

Oy. Monkey. Get up. We’re leaving.

[After saying his peace to Yusei he was quick to continue with getting what he needed. Busting through the door of his bedroom he was fast to act, quickly ruffling under his bed to grab a large worn looking cloak. It was a strange urge, the need to drag Goku along with him through all this.

Truthfully the monkey had nothing to do with what was going on, and he would have been better off staying out of it. But Sanzo knew Goku better than that. Even if he tried to leave the brat behind, Goku would have ended up sniffing him out one way or another. Hell, it’s already happened enough times before.

Walking over to the table he grabbed his sack of silver as well as the important looking wrist band besides it. These would come in handy if he was planning to make an easy escape after all.

Surely if Goku had any doubts(unlikely) that Sanzo was not actually involved with the public announcement that was made, they would have been shattered with his current behavior.]

[bakazaru]

[Needless to say Goku isn't the least bit surprised that Sanzo's name appears on the list of wanted fugitives. If anything, he's surprised that it's taken him this long to become a wanted man. What frustrates him is the fact that he has to leave behind a plate of perfectly good and juicy oranges in order to pack up the few belongings he's managed to collect.]

Aw, Sanzo! I was just about ta have my afternoon snack. Why d'ya got to have such shitty timing like this?

[He complains all while throwing some clothes into a spare bag. By the time the monk is finished packing, Goku is standing by the door with a pout.]

[smithandwesson]

Blame the assholes who made the announcement, not me.

[And with that he began draping the cloak over himself, just as he had done so many times before they had both shown up here. It was better off this way perhaps, by this point he couldn't see any other sort of life for himself than the one he knew best.]

You can get more food for yourself later. It's not like you're on the run or anything.

[But for now he needed your help, despite the fact that he would never admit to it.]

Let's go.

[And, slinging the bag of supplies he gathered, did he already start to walk off.]

[bakazaru]

[The fact that Goku isn't currently wanted is a benefit to them both, seeing as once they get Sanzo hidden somewhere safe, he's not going to be able to move on his own for awhile. And while Goku doesn't possess much subtly, he's one hundred percent loyal and would never give up the monk's location if he believed it would mean bringing harm to him.

But that doesn't mean he's above complaining.]

Where're we goin' Sanzo? D'you have a place in mind to hide? Can't we stop for a snack first?

[The train of questions follow them out of the apartment at a decibel that should promptly be lowered least he inform the entire building of their plans.]

[razzledazzles]

[It's been at least a day or two of Jae-Ha tracking Sanzo's very subtle movements. He may be good at running, but Jae-Ha is just as good at chasing, and he keeps eyes on him from above until the time seems right.

The time is now, in a secluded area with no one else around, wound behind and between enough buildings that no one would expect someone to approach them without being able to hear or see them in advance. But with his leg on his side, Jae-Ha drops out of the sky, landing behind Sanzo with a gust of wind before he stands up with a smirk.]

Am I interrupting you from heading somewhere?

[smithandwesson]

[Sanzo had expected that, at some point, someone would end up approaching him. He didn't expect his first pursuer to be someone who made such flashy entrances though. None the less, Sanzo kept his back turned from Jae-Ha, his body completely covered from behind keeping him from being discernible.]

What do you want?

[His voice was deep and harsh, taking on a more malicious tone than usual. If this asshole were to make any sudden moves closer, he was ready for it.]

I don't remember ordering any flying trapeze artists.

[razzledazzles]

[At first, he raises both hands defensively, even if Sanzo is still facing away.]

I'm only here to talk, hopefully. There are some rumors going around about you that I'd like to sort out.

[His hands lower and he takes a step closer.] My dear friend has ended up ill, after all.

[smithandwesson]

They have huh?

[Shit. Looks like his disguise was fooling jack-all. His own head lowered as, slowly, he turns to face the approaching man. His finger resting on the trigger of his gun beneath the heavy cloth that covered him.]

That's petty damn unfortunate. Heard quite a few people ended up sick.

[He knew what this was building towards, but like hell he was going to make the first move. That would only be hanging his own noose.]

[sanzohoshi]

[While she hasn't formally introduced herself to him, she knows exactly which 'Genjo Sanzo' has been targeted and is very glad she'd opted for a name change shortly upon her arrival.

And of course she's hunting him down--not to turn in, however, but because A. they have a lot to talk about anyhow, and B. Sanzos gotta stick together, right?

She's not wearing the headdress now, but her chakra mark is still clear on her forehead and her sleeves have been carefully tucked away into a bag to avoid getting them too dirty as she wanders around-- she's fairly sure if she just asked Goku she could find out where Sanzo was easily, but she's not desperate enough to take advantage of that or to prove/disprove it.

It's really pure luck she runs into him in one of the back-alleys, and while he's in disguise she doesn't recognize him right away] Woah! Sorry, I didn't mean to cut you...off...?

[Sanzang pauses and tilts her head curiously.] Something familiar here...

[smithandwesson]

[Sanzo was minding his own business when Sanzang had so rudely run into him in the middle of the alleyway.

Well, okay, he was the one who totally didn't notice and sort of rammed his elbow into her. But semantics. He was still more than grateful to accept her apology when he paused to glance up at her. His eyes widening beneath his heavy black shades as he realized who it was exactly he collided with.

Of all the thousands of fucking people in this goddamn city it just had to be her.

He had been actively looking for you Sanzang, ever since Rocket told him what it was you were going around calling yourself. His gaze meeting the chakra upon your forehead for a full second before fully turning away. Shit. Of course he'd finally find you when he had to keep himself hidden.

Whatever, his own safety was far more detrimental at the moment than confronting the phoney that had taken on his identity.

Who knows, maybe someone who hadn't seen one of the billion wanted posters all around the city would mistakenly confuse her for him and try to turn her in to the city guard.

For now though he is definitely going to try to walk away as fast as possible without saying anything.]

[sanzohoshi]

Hey! [If he'd just brushed her off with a grunt or something, she might've actually let him go and hours alter realized what--or rather, who--had passed her by.

It's Sanzo quick retreat that clues her in that she might be right and she hurries after him]

I'm on your side, you know! People like us gotta stick together, don't you think? [Ya know, Sanzo priests and all.] People are looking all over for you, you'll need all the help you can get to avoid them!

[smithandwesson]

... 'People like us'?

[Great. If he had any hope of concealing his identity from her it was absolutely ruined the moment he opened his mouth.

Well, no point in holding back now. What did he tell Rocket? That he wouldn't be afraid to smack her down just because she was a woman? And imposer is an imposer after all.]

And who are 'people like us' exactly?

[With that he turns back around, facing her directly with a stern expression despite his face being half concealed.]

[cutefaced]

[By the time Sanzo's ventured out, Yona's already gotten sick.

Even if she was healthy, she wouldn't be trying to track the fugitives down like certain other people are - she's well aware that doing so would definitely get her in over her head. But today she's feeling a little better than yesterday, and she's so tired of being cooped up inside that she pushes herself into going out for a wlak.

She avoids crowded areas just in case (she wouldn't want to infect anyone else, after all), and that's how she happens to come across the Filthy Vagrant edition of Sanzo.]

Um—

[If he's wrapped up like that, he really must be afraid of getting sick... that's what she thinks, anyway. So she'll do what she can to reassure him.]

If you're worried about getting sick... don't be. I heard it's being passed through things like blood and spit, so as long as you avoid that, you should be okay just breathing the air.

[smithandwesson]

.... Hmm?

[He had been sitting in the ground, back pressed against the walls of one of the building and minding his own business when he had heard someone speak up. His covered facade slowly rocking up to see the a concerned girl looking him over.

Sick? Is that what she thought was going on? Well, better than assuming the worst from him... which would have been most likely true in this case.]

Precautions. I live out here and you can never be too careful when you're on the streets. I'd rather play it safe then end up rotting in some ditch somewhere.

Do you just approach every person you see on the streets with such concern?

[cutefaced]

Er...

[Called out.]

Well, no, not usually, but...

[This is a special circumstance, Yona thinks; she might not know him or any of the other people she would theoretically be approaching, but they're all in the same situation here. And if what Sanzo is saying is true, it's worse for him; he doesn't even have a house of his own to retreat to, if he lives on the streets.]

These are strange times. I just thought - if I could say something that might make you less worried, I should.

[smithandwesson]

The concerns not needed. If anything you should be worrying about your own ass.

[He leans back against the wall. She seemed fairly oblivious to the situation which meant he was safe, as long as his disguise remained where it was he had no reason to concern himself.]

For all you know I could have already been infected. Or I could have been some asshole casually looking to pick the pockets of some sweet unsuspecting girl who was only looking to help.

[Tempting truthfully. Now that he was out of a job he needed a way to survive that wasn't just through those helping him.]

Or both.

A bit of a dangerous time for you to go wandering up to homeless strangers, don't you think?

[ofobedience]

[Sanzo may be skilled in the art of hiding in plain sight, may know how to lay low, how to slip the ever tightening noose of the law currently attempting to strangle him, and for the most part his endeavours may be working. His disguise, his behaviour, perhaps it's enough to throw most off the scent, but that doesn't mean he isn't being tracked, that someone doesn't have his scent.

Quite literally.

Fortunate, then, that the shadow that currently dogs his heels has no intention of putting him down or dragging him in or giving him up in the name of money. Slinking about on the rooftops, silent and out of sight, Giovanni follows the derelict figure of this seeming 'vagrant' for a good few blocks before making himself known. Waits until he's quite sure no-one else is watching.

His descent comes quick and light, leaping down from his perch on the lip of a nearby roof and landing with that same silence and grace with which he's been tailing the older man. Dressed in baggy jeans, a loose hoody with the hood pulled low to conceal his eyes, Sanzo will be forgiven for not immediately recognising his pursuer.

Perhaps it would have been wise to telegraph his arrival rather than surprising a man on the run, but here they are.

The figure speaks, and the Germanic accent should at least make him recognisable.]

I think I preferred the dress.

[smithandwesson]

[Sanzo knew he was being followed for some time now. He may not have been very good at many of the things he was trained in as a monk, but what little that did stick with him he learned well. It just so happened that one of those things was sensing the spiritual presence of those around him. And having an unnatural aura keeping a similar distance behind him for the past half an hour was a pretty damn obvious tell as to what was going on.

Thank god he was well equipped for it.

Before escaping he was happy to store his gun and as many bullets as he could carry, that along with the wristband that the 'gods' were so gracious to give him, made it to that he knew he had no need to worry.

Perhaps that was why he seemed to damn levelheaded when you came falling from the sky.]

'Tch. Are you really one to be talking right now?

[Oh. Hey there Giovanni. He's just... going to slip his gun back in it's holster now.... Yeah.

One thing about large baggy cloaks, no one was able to tell if you had a gun pulled on them underneath all the fabric.]

So, couldn't find the bastard who did this to us huh?

[ofobedience]

[Are you really one to be talking right now the monk says, and Giovanni barks out a hard-angled laugh, glances down at his baggy attire. He could pass for a delinquent youth in these clothes, it's true.]

Alas, a man on the run in an exceptionally sharp suit would draw too much unwanted attention. I'll just have to deal with looking a little shabby for now.

[The slight upward curl of his lips as he says it makes it clear just how unhappy he is to be wearing said clothes. He's wearing denim, Sanzo. Denim. It's revolting.

He shrugs then, though. Spreads his hands wide.]

And alas, not yet. I thought perhaps it would be wiser to play hunting dog at a later time.

[What he's saying is, he decided to take your advice, without overtly admitting it.]

[smithandwesson]

[... You really have to learn to deal with that strange fashion hang up of yours Giovanni. How the hell are you going to remain properly on the run if you can’t even disguise yourself without freaking out?]

So giving up just like that are you?

[Jeez, and after that whole spiel you gave him about seeking vengeance and some other bullshit. He’s at least happy to see that you’ve managed to get knocked to your senses on the probability of all that actually happening.

Instead of holding it over you though he’s just going to shrug his shoulders and turn away.]

So what, looking to find your way to get out of this hellhole of a city withough landing yourself in prison? It’s not going to be easy you know, but it’s still probably safer than hanging around in that pathetic getup.

[One does not simply disguise who they are by draping themselves in denim paddiwan.]