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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[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.]

[ofobedience]

[There's the subtle arch of one thin blond brow at that, an expression that borders on mock-offended.]

I'm not giving up. Only biding my time.

[Because some manner of sense has been knocked into him-- it's too risky right now, it's a point he has to concede, and although Kerberos snarls and scrabbles in him, pushes him toward bloodshed, it seems wise to lay low for a while, to slink and skulk until such a time as he can exact his revenge without putting himself at too great a risk. Not something he'd usually care about perhaps...but it's been impressed upon him by various individuals that he ought to wait. Sanzo, Lance...Leanne. It seems they've won him over in the end. Temporarily. Until the desire for blood and death in him becomes too much for him to bear.]

And so, to answer your second question, I suppose I am looking to make an exit, for now. Besides, you could probably use my assistance. You look far more suspicious than I.

[Which...is a lie, really. He's the inexperienced one here.]

[smithandwesson]

'S that so?

[Excuse you, he thinks he pulls off street-side-beggar chic quite well. Or at least he had managed to sneak around plenty of times before now because of it.

Despite Giovanni's sass though, Sanzo seems to relent. After all, it seems that in the end Giovanni was happy to tag along despite his urge to pull bullshit that would have otherwise gotten himself captured previously.

Turning around Sanzo began to walk off, wandering towards the maze-like alleyways of Olympias residential district with a hint of confidence.]

Follow me. My current hold up is not to far from here. We can use that to openly discuss our next measures.

[ofobedience]

It is.

[He says, with apparent conviction, as he begins to dog the other man's heels even before the request (command?) leaves Sanzo's lips. Call it habit, perhaps, but he's the type who falls all to easily into the cold security of being led.]

Is there anyone else tagging along?

[He asks it idly, but it's good to know the logistics up front. To know how easily they're likely to blend in, or not, if it transpires there are too many of them. To make what calculations he can, even if he is inexperienced in this particular form of evasive action.]

[smithandwesson]

Most of us are meeting up as planned. But there is one useless idiot besides you who may be trailing after me.

[The dumb monkey wasn’t even technically wanted, he just happened to always follow Sanzo around no matter where he was going. A trained force of habit perhaps, after all repetition is what drives the decision of a good pet usually.

Sanzo was quick on his feet yet seemed to move with a fluidity that kept him from standing out to anyone they happened to cross paths with. Turning corners and waving through allies with little to no hesitation. He did make sure to get to know as much of the terrain in the area as possible after all. How else was he supposed to make an easy escape should he be noticed?]

How about you? I doubt I’m the only person who managed to try and reach out upon finding out your situation.

[And with one more turn did he find himself in front of what seemed to be a small half-dilapidated shack amongst a cluster of many other shambled homes, half of which most certainly were vacant. One of the many areas of the residential district that seemed more neglected than the buildings throughout the nicer parts of the city.]

[ofobedience]

[Quick on his feet, perhaps, but so is Giovanni-- unnaturally so. Something the hound of war might do well to try to conceal if only he had that much self-awareness. The fluidity of his own movements, the almost predatory gait, something in the way he carries himself quietly attesting to the fact that he ought to be avoided and sidestepped at all costs. Does it make him stand out in a city like this? Maybe, maybe not.

It's a different world, after all, and one that's full of strangeness. Perhaps he's just a drop in a bucket full of it, now.

In any case, he continues to remain those two steps behind, even when the shack comes into view and Sanzo's intentions as to their destination becomes clearer to him.]

One other besides myself. My partner on that ill-fated job we took. She contacted me not long after you.

[And she's one of the reasons, admittedly, that he'd caved in the end. Decided to flee, if only temporarily.]

[smithandwesson]

Makes sense. Truth be told I have no idea what happened to the guy who tagged along with me.

[Perhaps he should have checked in on him. But considering how many familiar names had been announced at the time, he took on other priorities without much thought. Not that it mattered, he seemed like a bit of an idiot but Shino had enough grit to him to survive through all of this.

.... Probably.]

My helper is out getting food at the moment but we can settle here for the time being. This area of town is pretty free of guards and rarely traversed except by those who live around here.

[And with that did he force open the door that, initially, seemed to be jammed shut. Opening the shack up to reveal a small dilapidated room with creaky wooden floors, a single couch and what could barely be called a kitchen.]

Ain't a five star hotel but it'll make due considering the situation. At least until we get the fuck out of here.

[ofobedience]

Your helper.

[He says it a little wryly, his voice that same sly Germanic drawl that Sanzo is no doubt becoming accustomed to by now, but he says nothing more on the matter as he follows the older man into the confines of the dingy, dilapidated little shack. No five star hotel, no, and in truth Giovanni is accustomed to spaces kept far cleaner than this (white walls white halls and the antiseptic stench that can't quite hide the underlay of old but still copperhot blood), but he can't claim to be accustomed to luxury.

His own 'room', back home, had been little more than a cold white cell containing a bed and not much else of note. Still--- he sneezes, once, when inside. The swirling dust irritating his sensitive nose. There are pros and cons to being a genetically altered lifeform.]

Beggars can hardly be choosers, I suppose. Hahah.

[smithandwesson]

Well, truth be told I suppose he's more of a servant.

[Or at least that's what he prefers to consider it. Any other sort of connotation to what sort of relationship they shared just sounded strange.

What would you call the bond between yourself and a five hundred year old heretical demigod that you found in a mountain-side one day only to have ended up feeding him, causing him to follow you and do everything you say forever after? A pet? Saying that outright would have made the situation seem creepy.

Taking heavy steps to what could only be considered a couch in name only, Sanzo let his body ease as he fell back. The old piece of furniture creaking beneath his weight as he exhaled and pulled back the hood of his shawl, revealing a familiar mop of blond hair along with his usual deeply set scowl. He took a second to rest before turning around, rummaging through some of the bags what were gathered around his feet.]

Wanna drink? Might as well relax while we get into the details of what the fuck is going on.