[It had been a few days before Sanzo had finally made his way into Wyver, finally feeling comfortable enough to walk around a populated city without worry of being hunted down. But even so he refused to enter the central part of the country, instead choosing to wander about the Old City.
Wyver had a strange familiarity to it, much as Olympia had when he first made his way around El Nysa. But, much like Olympia, it was still quite different from what few cities existed in his own world. Well, that was until his old word was decimated. Perhaps it was destined for destruction though, there was already so much wrong with it before the darkness had hit.
The darkness may have even been a mercy.
None the less, after finally settling down a nice homely camp with Soldier 76 he had done well to make sure he could keep their semi-comfortable living situation. Which was why, thanks to a few days worth of begging along the streets in exchange for some prayer charms he made, he had managed to find his way into a dingy little shop, idly looking around for living necessities. Soap, food that you couldn’t find within the forest, and even a small set of dish-ware, Sanzo was acting more comfortable now than he had in weeks. Perhaps that was because, for the first time, he felt he could wander about without recognition. Just another face in a crowd of displaced refugees.
Of course, perhaps he was expecting a little to much. As much as he was disguised he was still wearing the very same heavy cloak that he had draped over himself when he left his home in Olympia weeks ago. But of course, in a city as big as this, who could possibly recognize him?]
For Yusei
Wyver had a strange familiarity to it, much as Olympia had when he first made his way around El Nysa. But, much like Olympia, it was still quite different from what few cities existed in his own world. Well, that was until his old word was decimated. Perhaps it was destined for destruction though, there was already so much wrong with it before the darkness had hit.
The darkness may have even been a mercy.
None the less, after finally settling down a nice homely camp with Soldier 76 he had done well to make sure he could keep their semi-comfortable living situation. Which was why, thanks to a few days worth of begging along the streets in exchange for some prayer charms he made, he had managed to find his way into a dingy little shop, idly looking around for living necessities. Soap, food that you couldn’t find within the forest, and even a small set of dish-ware, Sanzo was acting more comfortable now than he had in weeks. Perhaps that was because, for the first time, he felt he could wander about without recognition. Just another face in a crowd of displaced refugees.
Of course, perhaps he was expecting a little to much. As much as he was disguised he was still wearing the very same heavy cloak that he had draped over himself when he left his home in Olympia weeks ago. But of course, in a city as big as this, who could possibly recognize him?]