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[smithandwesson]

Who: Genjo Sanzo (smithandwesson), Mipha (fisherwife), Sion Astal (sunderings), Yusei Fudo (planetary_bonds)
What: Overflow to the Holiday Mini-Event!
When: Dec 12th - Dec. 19th
Where: Murkwell Hollows & The Grand Hall at the South Outpost
Warning(s): No warnings save for Sanzos usual use of language and violence

Comments

For Mipha

[smithandwesson]

((OOC: Continued from this fated meet-up.))

Hmph...

[Lowering his cigarette, Sanzo paused, his eyes still focusing on the moon. He was calmer than normal despite everything, perhaps it was the quiet atmosphere that came with the end of the night, or perhaps it was the song of those on the moon.]

I could beleive it, with all that had happened. What's less hard to beleive is the fact that all of this isn't some elaborate fucked-up dream.

[With that his shoulders slumped, his gaze finally breaking from the moon as his head slunk down. Finally swinging his body around to face her.]

Take it you've been coping well enough though.

[fisherwife]

[She watches him, a bit startled as he turns around, but she nods with a little smile, almost sheepish.]

Truthfully, this place isn't entirely different from where I came from, so adjusting has been a bit easier. [And there's the fact she's, ya know, dead, so she just feels lucky to be alive.]

There are always people who need healing or help, and I try to do what I can. The temporary move here has been... interesting. Eventful. [She turns her head to look back at the dance floor and the other people. Her tone becomes sad.] ...It's too bad it's unlikely this peace will last.

[smithandwesson]

So you've noticed it too huh?

[Crossing his arms he shrugged his shoulders slightly before looking off in the same direction as her.]

Despite the friendly atmosphere of the party, tensions are high. Considering the nature of both parties I wouldn't be surprised if a war would erupt any given moment.

They're practically looking for an excuse.

[fisherwife]

[Mipha nods, expression something like a quiet disappointment. She knows the peace won't last, but that doesn't make it easier to deal with.]

It's sad to think that soon the things they took as acts of good will might be twisted to fit a narrative they want to capitalize on-- Both sides.

I fear I will never understand the desire for war when peace could be obtained so easily. We are managing it now--I don't see why it should end once we separate. [She sighs softly an shakes her head.] But, it will end. I believe the phrase goes something about hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst?

[smithandwesson]

Mph.

[Nodding his head, Sanzo looked over the party, the various outfits of different colors representing different countries catching his eye. It was friendly competition at the moment, but it was fairly obvious how seriously the citizens of each side took it.]

I have my bias for one side over the other myself, but that is merely due to personal preferences and an overall need for self preservation. But in terms of how it's all handled, really it's obvious that both of them would much prefer to be at each others throats rather than experiencing this false sense of peace.

[It was no different from how his life was back at home...]

They have a complex history, with a lot going on. And I doubt either side wants to forget the losses they both suffered any time soon.

For Sion

[smithandwesson]

((OOC: Continued from over here!))

If you say so. Although for that we're going to need to find a lot of these.

[No way he's wasting any of the roots without making some sort of profit after all. Sanzo may have finally found himself a job he was far more comfortable with these days, but building up enough funds to truly begin to settle into Wyver was his top priority. Like hell he was going to panhandle on the streets again if he didn't have to.]

Another cave hmm?

[He paused, his gaze seeming to meet Sions for a brief moment , hesitating before turning to the left and walking.]

This way.

[Golden eyes... How interesting.]

[sunderings]

Ah...? [ What a curious person, Sanzo who is hot lukewarm and cold in turns, agreeing to share a cup of hot chocolate only to abruptly turn away after catching Sion's eyes with his own. ] You seem like a natural leader.

[ Says the once-King who moves to match the other man's pace, walking abreast of him. To lead without knowing precisely where one was going—...

Ah, that took a special sort of person, someone who was willing to foray into the unknown. ]

It begs the question why you ventured out here alone.

[smithandwesson]

I just go my own way. Whether other people decide to follow along or not is their own damn business.

[He had long since given up trying out chase others away despite his short tempered mannerisms. He knew how pointless it was, and that no matter what he'd end up running into people just as stubborn as he was who would not listen to what he'd say.]

It's easier to move on my own. People tend to get in my way usually. And I'm no ones babysitter.

[But follow him if you wish Sion. Just don't get yourself killed in the process. He has a tendency to get himself into trouble.]

I could very much ask the same of you, you know.

For Yusei

[smithandwesson]

((OOC: Continued from this unfortunate situation.)j

[Sanzo knew Yusei would probably be about this festival somewhere. It was just the type of gaudy high spirited event to really stroke the kids optimism boner. What he hadn't expected was to find him so quickly in such a crowded place. But sure enough, turning around, there Yusei was. Looking horribly gaudy in whatever the hell that sort of ridiculous getup was.]

................ 'Tchmphhhh....

[Was that... a laugh? It was absolutely restrained, and Sanzos head was bowed down low so you couldn't see his expression, but he was definitely laughing.]

[planetary_bonds]

[Oh, he heard that, Sanzo. He heard that.

Yusei's expression is less than amused.]

Hey.

[He looks down, then up, clearly looking over Sanzo's not-nearly-as-extravagant-but-definitely-still-embarrassing costume. The severe expression would be more intimidating if it wasn't accompanied by the slight jingling that comes from moving his head.]

Nice suit.

[smithandwesson]

[Doing his best to stifle his own chortling, Sanzo was quick to compose himself back to his stoic disposition. Have to be careful after all, for fear that he'd show too much emotion. He didn't want to lose his rep as a badass. And so he cleared his throat, doing his best to look at Yusei without too much emphasis on how ridiculous they both looked.]

You're one to talk jinglebells.

[Fuck it. They both looked absolutely fucking stupid right now.]

Guess it's some sort of magic going around. Or did you come into this party wearing that intentionally?

[planetary_bonds]

[Okay fine. He'll smile a little if you're trying not to.]

I'd say it's about as likely as you willingly wearing that.

[smithandwesson]

... Yeah I thought as much.

[Huff. How do weird things like this keep happening to him? Is he just cursed to encounter abnormal situations all throughout his life?]

Well. If we're stuck like this we might as well make the most of it. You want anything to eat brat?

[planetary_bonds]

[Yusei looks like he's about to shrug, then apparently thinks better of it when faced with the possibility of such an action bringing about more obnoxious chiming. Why did some of those bells have to be so close to his ears...?]

...Might as well. [He's here, and stuck in this, so he should at least take advantage of the free food.]

[smithandwesson]

[Any future chiming will happily be ignored as long as you ignore the bells around his neck. Okay? Okay.]

Good. Come on.

[And with that he proudly turns around as if what he's stuck in is totally normal and what the fuck are all you punks staring at?

In fact, he'll gladly stare down anyone who so much as looks at him funny with the sternest of death glares as he walked up to the buffet table.]

Here.

[Take your damn plate Yusei.i]

Well eat and then we'll look for a change of clothes.

[planetary_bonds]

[Fair enough.]

Thanks.

[He almost feels bad eating with the pristine white gloves that this suit forced on him, but then again, Sanzo's literally in a reindeer suit. Can he even hold his plate with those hoof-like arms...?]

Well...somebody must be enjoying the results of this, I suppose. [Christmas cheer at its finest, huh?]

[smithandwesson]

I will kill them once I find out whoever's responsible.

[He says that so casually. All the while trying to balance his plate and gathering his own food with those stupid fake hoof-hands.]

This world has a serious issue with lack of consent in regards to what havoc they throw people into and I am not afraid to be the one to show them the repercussions of it.

[He's had enough of your trickery El Nyssa! Huff.]

[planetary_bonds]

Sanzo.

[Somehow, that single neutral-sounding word manages to encompass his entire thoughts on that idea, which is something like do not do that Sanzo you know damn well that's too much for an idle prank like this.]

[smithandwesson]

Hmph.

[Excuse you, his dignity is as stake here.

Instead he'll just turn away and try to find an open table to sit at and eat his food.]

Over here.

[Oh hey, there seems to be an open seat over there, right by that large pile of... glitter.]

...............

[Hmm. Maybe they should sit somewhere else.]

[planetary_bonds]

[...Wow. That sure is a lot of glitter that apparently missed someone. Huh.]

...

How much of this stuff did they make...?

[smithandwesson]

Too much, obviously.

[Why did this whole sight only aggravate him all the more? What was the purpose of all this stupidity?

He is literally face-palming right now.]

Come on. Lets not waste our time dealing with this idiocy.

[Stop staring and move on Yusei. Surely hovering around the stuff will only cause more trouble.]

[planetary_bonds]

[Nah, Yusei's got an idea. He might still be a bit of a daredevil.]

Mn...do you think it's still good after it's fallen down like this?

[Yusei. What are you getting at.]

[smithandwesson]

Knowing how my lucks been, most likely.

[AKA come on brat, quit your dawdling and lets keep moving. Last thing he wants to do is end up in another weird situation.]

[planetary_bonds]

Hm.

[But Sanzo, what if you had control over the weird situation?]

Maybe we can use it against them...?

[smithandwesson]

... And who would we be using it against exactly?

[Sanzo is deadpan staring you so much Yusei. What the heck are planning kiddo?]

[planetary_bonds]

...The person who orchestrated this?

[A bit of petty getting back at them, as it were.]

[smithandwesson]

Oh? You suddenly know who that is now?

[Because if hats the case he would certainly like for you to tell him.]

[planetary_bonds]

...Not yet.

[He'd like to figure that out though. It's always Yusei's habit to try and think several steps ahead, so he can't help but want to use the opportunity they've been given.

It's just wishful thinking in the end, and his resigned tone admits that.]

[smithandwesson]

And where the hell are we going to put all of this until you find out?

[Because, no lie, he's hella interested in figuring out how you're going to transport and store this glittery abomination until you figure out who you're targeting.

Also, this sounds like a great way to see Yusei end up in some hilarious situation.

(You know, more hilarious even then them standing around there in their current ridiculous getups.)]