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smithandwesson ([personal profile] smithandwesson) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2022-03-27 03:35 pm

How Long Does It Take To Adjust

Who: Genjo Sanzo & You!
Where: Random Parts of the Train~ Will emphasize With Each Thread
When: Month: Quicksand, Day: 10 (Just After Mission End)
What: Genjo Sanzo is finally started to accommodate himself to living upon the Voidtrecker Express. But that doesn't ease the many conflicted things he's feeling throughout it all. The nicotine withdrawal probably isn't helping.
Warnings: Nothing just yet besides Sanzo cussing up a storm as only Sanzo do.



I. Addiction Is A Very Powerful Thing

[It had been almost two full weeks since Genjo Sanzo had arrived upon the Void Treckers express. He was starting to get used to it, bit by bit. At least, walking between carts had felt simple enough. He even felt bold enough to wander out the train during the very end of the mission to peak about some.

Of course, that didn't stop his introverted nature from taking its due course.

He had spent most of his days sticking to the Quiet Coaches by far a much better place to take his frequent naps than the training room keeping to himself to sort out how he felt about all that had been going on. But as time drew on and days turned into weeks, there was a wild side to him that couldn't keep quiet just by sitting still and keeping to himself.

He needed nicotine.

He was good at conserving himself when times were tough, but even a priest of the highest patience couldn't go a full thirteen days cold turkey.

He needed nicotine terribly.

Others had told him about how one can get needed accompaniments as they completed tasks and spent time upon the train. But, after much struggle figuring out the store system, he was pretty agitated to find out how much alcohol and basic cigarettes cost.

And he was dirt broke.

And so he endured. Begrudgingly he endured. He persisted, gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, and tapping his feet whenever he grew restless.

Of course, it could only last so long.

He had just been up and about, completing his designated tasks for the day to keep busy. Of course, that meant time in the kitchen. He wasn't a decent chef by any means. But he at least knew how to clean and prep food. And as much as he wished to use the kitchen knife he was handling to quiet those who cheerfully chatted around him, he mostly kept to himself through it all.

But then those running the kitchen told him to go offer food out to others who may want it. And to aid anyone else who needed help throughout the carts.

And so Genjo Sanzo did.

And he endured.

But he was nearing his limit. Quite obviously so. He found himself helping out; no matter how curt, polite, or otherwise, those around him may have behaved, But they would eventually be cut off rather abruptly. Getting a rather snippy, almost aggressive reaction in response.
]

Shut up! We're almost done, okay? Just walk, idiot!!

[He needed nicotine. He just needed to work hard and do what was required, and he could get nicotine. Just a little longer...]

II. Booknerd Problems

[In the end, Genjo Sanzo was an academic. And being in a new place surrounded by many things had left him with many questions that he needed answered. He hated not learning something. He hated feeling like an inept dumbass. And he especially hated thinking he would be useless to any degree.

And so, upon his days exploring the carriages, it was to his subdued pleasure that he found the wonder of the Library.

Of course, his joy was a momentary one. He was just as quickly reminded of one thing that he had been struggling with ever since he first arrived upon the express.

He was missing his reading glasses.

That didn't stop his attempt for knowledge, of course. But no effort and sheer willpower could prevent the inevitable headache of squinting one's eyes and hunching so close to a book that your nose was practically touching it.

His grumbling became audible at a point. Sighing out rather heavily, he pressed his fingers into the bridge of his nose between his eyes. The pile of nonfiction books that surrounded him was unable to hide the apparent struggle he had been experiencing.


Damnit.

[He finally spoke up. Not aware of anyone who may have been near him at the time. But he was at the point where he somehow needed to express his aggravation.]

... There is something I need to see for myself... So why does this place have to make it so fucking complicated?

[What was the point of starting everyone off with so little? How could anyone be of any help this way?]

III. Will Sell Soul For Cigs

[As with most of his time, despite how much of a loner he usually considered himself. Sanzo hated to think he was being useless in any way. And so he decided to utilize himself and possibly cease any of the aching boredom that came with simply skulking about the carriages.

It was a rudimentary attempt. But with Sanzo, it was all he had. He made a public journal post, available to anyone who happened to be looking. So now, all he had to do was wait for the tasks to come in.

Which was how he had found himself here now, a stringy young man formally bowed in front of a carriage door, head lowered as he introduced himself. Certainly, he took a far more polite tone than he had with anyone who had met him before this point.
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Genjo Sanzo, Envoy of the Heavenly Emporer of the North. You requested my services?

IV. A Quiet Moment Of Introspection

[It was late at night—when most would have found themselves tucked away into their sleeper carriages, whether willingly or otherwise. But Sanzo was awake. He was sitting at one of the booths within the standard coach, facing out towards the pure black nothingness that was the void during nighttime. Its sight formed a sense of dread that had been all too familiar to him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he sat there, dazed out on thoughts and memories he usually would have preferred to ignore.

He had stared into such darkness before.

It's horrifying.

But as time passed and a slight headache began to throb against his temples, he realized that he was not alone. Not turning to face the other figure sharing the cart but simply speaking out.
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... I'm aware that you're here. It's rude to stare, you know.

[It was his own Genjo Sanzo way of a greeting. Not scolding or admonishing the presence watching him, but simply acknowledging it.]

V. WILDCARD

((OOC: As always, feel free to drop a starter if you have something else in mind/ anything you wish to play out with the old grump monk here. If you want to plot something out, feel free to reach out and PM me or contact me at [plurk.com profile] chohakkaifan -or- discord ChoHakkaiFan#5971)
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-07-01 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
"The Kouten is the reason the two sides aren't constantly fluctuating wildly," Koumyou responds with a nod, "otherwise you have two sutras generating, two more pushing all of it around, and... it would be total chaos. Just this big swirling mess. Everything has to have both light and dark, so the balance skewing hard in either direction would be really bad."

Koumyou sets his bowl down to reach into his sleeve for... cups, and another full, warm teapot. That ARMs band is insane, honestly.

He pours them both cups, and nudges one at Genjo.

"Of course, I've never seen the Kouten, but we were taught about them all at Taisouji. Possibly more than most classes, even, since there were three sutras in need of heirs at that time. Jikaku wasn't letting over half of the sutras switch hands at one time without making sure we had at least the basic run-down on them."

And he hadn't even slept through those classes!

"The least dangerous interaction is between the Seiten and Muten. Found that out recently when I killed Ukoku. It was weird and awful, but it didn't make the fabric of reality itself sizzle. It seemed much more local of an effect. I managed to keep Seiten in balance with Muten during the fight.

"The most dangerous interaction would be the Maten and Uten. Just... shoving everything away, light and dark, existence and non-existence... what would even be left? I can't even imagine."
Edited 2022-07-01 09:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-07-22 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I have no idea," Koumyou admits, having given this some thought over the years of carrying two sutras, "maybe it would unravel the very concepts of 'nothingness', of perception, reality, time itself. A person could end up trapped there for all eternity, unable to even age and die. 'Nothing' requires there to be such a thing as 'something', after all. There is no darkness without light, no silence without sound, no future without past. I imagine it would be an undoing far more profound than mere nothingness. An unmaking of reality."

The older Sanzo sips his tea, then sets it down for more ice cream.

"By comparison, Seiten and Maten are a lot less dangerous together. Still not something one should trigger, but it could always be worse with these things. Goudai, Tenkai, and I discussed this a lot, since we had our three sutras in such close proximity to one another."
Edited 2022-07-22 00:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-08-05 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"...They're trying to revive someone?"

Yes, that was probably mentioned by the other Genjo when his mission from the Gods, and minus wave, had been brought up. That doesn't mean Koumyou had paid much attention to that detail. He'd heard 'Gods' and 'order' and had probably just blanked out for a second by reflex.
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-09-07 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure," normally, Koumyou would play more at not knowing anything about anything, but the two Sanzos are having a serious talk about shop, here, so he skips that bit. No insinuation about having slept through that particular lecture, this time.

"It... seems odd to assemble all of the sutras for one old, dead tyrant that Heaven put down once and presumably could again, though. That kind of power could reshape the universe in the blink of an eye, in theory."

In theory, because, "We seem to be the limiters for the sutras we control, though... so I guess maybe that's the best they think they can do?"
Edited 2022-09-07 07:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-10-29 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ice cream suddenly completely out of Koumyou's mind, he pushes his own bowl away and sighs over his tea.

"When I fought him recently, he mentioned having my corpse."

So, there's that... delightful point of interest, too.

"And I can't see him giving a single shit about reviving a random youkai, no matter how storied. The Ox King would bore him within the week."

The object of his obsession, though?
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-11-27 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"To Ukoku Sanzo? Easily," Koumyou doesn't even have to think about that. He knows who the young raven orbits around, and it's not some desiccated old demon body.

How did he pick up such a crazy psycho stalker? It's a good question. Koumyou thinks about it for a long, quiet moment, sipping at his tea. Kouryuu no doubt remembers how he goes silent sometimes at moments like these, but only to contemplate his answer.

Eventually, "I simply wasn't boring enough."

And there it is. Someone more powerful than Ukoku, someone who told him no, when the young brat had never failed anything in his life. Someone who didn't much care what he thought of him, but not because they were too dumb to know the stakes were high. Someone who saw through his shit.

Goudai might have easily stood in Koumyou's place, had Ken'yuu been born a few decades earlier. He'd seen right through him, but he hadn't been more powerful than him. Not in his final state.

"I'm honestly not that special, though."
Edited 2022-11-27 10:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-11-30 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
Koumyou laughs at that, waving the hand not holding his own tea as though to banish the idea of himself being all that interesting. Weird, though, he'll take that.

"I'll accept weird! Do you really want to know what I think it was, Kouryuu? Anyone else from our class could have done it instead, had they been alive. Goudai could have easily been in my place, had he not been sick and dying. We both saw through bitter young Ken'yuu, but only I had the power to back it up when I told him 'no'."

Ukoku Sanzo is, at the end of the day, the most petulant of spoiled brats. He always has been.

"He got his PHD at seventeen, you know, in some other land. Made sure we all knew about it, of course. He came to Shangri-La to get the Sanzo title because he'd heard it was hard. No one had ever told him 'no' before, not really. Not and made it stick. Life was too easy for him until he found someone he couldn't simply manipulate or overpower and take what he wanted from."

In his prime, Goudai would have been the unmovable object to Ukoku's unstoppable force, but that hadn't happened. His body had crumbled from within, and Koumyou had been there standing in his place. The last of the Taisouji Sanzos, the last standing of the final First Squad.

"If I'd known what I know now, I would have given him what he wanted all those years ago and killed him back then. Goudai wouldn't have made it much longer to feel betrayed over it. I would have taken the Muten to Jikaku, probably. With Ken'yuu out of the picture... none of Goudai's other pupils could have protected it for more than five minutes, and I certainly couldn't have adopted a third sutra. The old man would have had to do his old job and find it a keeper, or end up with a chakra himself."

Poor Jikaku. What would the ladies at the local drinking hole have thought of that?

Koumyou gazes off into the middle distance over his tea for a moment, lost in thought.

"I can say... for all the many faults of Taisouji temple, someone like Ukoku would have never ended up with a sutra. His lack of a true heart would have shown itself and gotten him killed, probably just a few tests in. If he'd lived, he'd have just ended up another Zouryuu, pissed-off on the sidelines."
Edited 2022-11-30 09:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-12-03 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I've known other people who would have fit the bill, had the timing just been different," Koumyou isn't going to relent on that point, sorry kiddo! He's really not that unique.

"Just because you always thought I was some special, mystical force, doesn't make it so, Kouryuu-chan," the older priest adds fondly, and reaches over to attempt to ruffle his grumpy son's hair. "Honestly, I must be an incredible disappointment to get to know as an adult, hm? There's no way I could ever live up to the image you had of me."

He's much, much less perfect than even the 'shitty old man' Kouryuu had so idolized. He hadn't loved his son any less, though. And he still doesn't.
Edited 2022-12-03 09:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2022-12-28 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"You super duper saw me through rose-tinted glasses when you were little, and we both know it," Koumyou says cheerfully, tucking his hands into his sleeves now. His point about not living up to his son's distant memories of him stands.

As for all the talk of Sanzo abilities, Koumyou mirrors his son's shrug.

"You seem to have done just fine, you know, especially without having even been trained. I had an extreme advantage there, is all."
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2023-01-06 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was the same spell that killed Goudai," Koumyou says, looking away. "I could feel it, just like the last time I watched someone important to me die. The last of nearly a dozen of us, all in my sight."

He folds his arms, and not into his sleeves like normal.

"And that was before I spent a year training him. Before he fully bonded with the Muten, and could use it to bolster that attack, a shockwave of nothingness as thin as blades.

"I knew the strength of it, before all of that. I knew how it had grown. I knew I couldn't put up a barrier strong enough fast enough, and we couldn't have outran it even if we'd started before he arrived. So, I used the only barrier left to me."

He finally looks at Genjo again, eyes hard in a way his son has never seen them. Koumyou Sanzo, the warrior.

"If I had gone on the offensive in that split second I did the math in, you would have died. Until I felt that spell, I had planned to counter-attack. The spell changed everything. Even the Seiten wouldn't have stopped it, it's not the barrier sutra. Not now that he'd learned to fuel it with the Muten. The Maten, perhaps, but I was never as fast with it, it would have been too late."
Edited 2023-01-06 17:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2023-01-08 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Genjo doesn't mention them out loud, but Koumyou's thoughts drift there too.

"Had I been as cold and aloof and broken as he... and I, both thought I was," Koumyou says, looking away again, "his youkai thugs would have served as, hm, I believe the term is 'plausible deniability'."

His son really doesn't know who he'd been. Who he still is, to a degree.

"He surely knew I'd know who it was, that I'd know that spell. I certainly knew he'd know I knew. But it would have been one of those things that we just didn't talk about enough to punch through the paper-thin lie we were both telling. Him to me, and me to myself.

"Were it to have gone by what I expect was the script, I would have slaughtered the youkai bandits only to turn around and find you sliced to pieces. They all had swords for a reason. I could tell myself some must have gotten past me. Mourn for a little while. Then go back to traveling with Ukoku, of course, because what else would I do?

"The best part is, if I'd been asked if it would work? Up until the moment of truth, I'd have probably said yes. I was very good at lying to myself. Muichi motsu was all about that for me. Otherwise, what kind of psychopath watches their friends die? Just stands there, every time? And that final time, congratulates the killer? Names him? Travels with him for a year, training him to be an even better killer?

"Clearly, it was all non-attachment. It definitely wasn't me just sucking into myself like a black hole for all those years... until it came down to your life."

And then... well.

"And then I couldn't do it anymore. Maybe my reaction wasn't perfect, I don't know. But it's the only play I had, so I played it. I broke the pattern of my entire life, and I chose you. I've apologized for what that choice did to you, and for failing you, but I won't apologize for not watching you die. I'm done watching that happen to people I care about, or pretending I don't care about them like that's going to protect them from anything. It doesn't. Never just full-out calling you my son didn't protect you one bit, did it?"
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[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2023-01-14 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I broke it," Koumyou says gently, "selfishly, yes. But I broke it all the same."

He hadn't stood by and watched, this time.

"As for Ukoku having his fun and thinking the world is a toy to break, I suppose you'll just have to aim better the next time you shoot him in the face."

He'd left the rest to you, Genjo Sanzo.