genessia | Arrival | Log [Closed]

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Arrival | Log [Closed]

Who: Amberdrake & Sanzo
What: They're both thrilled to end up another world. Totally.
Where: The Bay and wherever they go from there
When: Afternoon | June 20th
Warnings: None yet

"Fuck!"

That goddamn bird. Sanzo was awake, grumpy, and ready to shout at the chattering bird, busy spouting nonsense mimicked phrases with the rest of its tiny rainbow flock. Except this was not where he expected to wake up. He wasn't expecting to wake up at all, he didn't remember going to sleep before this. Especially not in some weird pod and covered with birds.

Not this shit again! Followed promptly by a panicked, Where's Drake?! He pushed himself up too fast, nearly losing his balance in the process. The box that had been resting on his chest was snatched up as it fell, just in time. Damnit, damnit, damnit. He'd worry about what was inside later, he needed to make sure that Amberdrake wasn't freaking out somewhere. Sanzo opted not to think about his own concern for now.

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Drake woke a bit more sluggishly than Sanzo did. It took him a few more moments to realize what had happened, and then he stayed where he was for the time, raising both hands to cover his face. Gods damn everything... when would he stay on one world for long?

...Did Sanzo remember him? He could feel the priest near-by; feel his anxiety. But he didn't know if it was simply at being in a new place or not. He couldn't bear to find out, just yet. Even the idea of seeing no recognition in Sanzo's eyes again...

Drake didn’t have much time to wait, Sanzo saw to that. It’s not like the healer was hard to find and Sanzo was quick to see if he was injured or not. The relief would answer Drake’s question. That and Sanzo saying, “Drake?” in a tone that made his relief more obvious than his grouchy expression.

The kestra'chern sat up quickly and made to grab the front of Sanzo's robes, above the breastplate, and yank him down close. His gaze scoured the priest's face, taking in his recognition with almost palpable relief. "You remember me this time?" Dear gods, his voice shook.

Sanzo didn’t know the area well enough for this right now! He had no idea if he’d have to shoot something! As far as he could tell, there was no one nearby but themselves and the gleeful pack of birds, but that didn’t mean much. Still, Drake would only be more upset if Sanzo was too aggressive so he answered with a hurried, “Yes, yes I do. I don’t know where we are but I remember.”

That out of the way, he yanked himself free and pulled out his gun. His weakened right hand held the box while the left held the silver pistol, ready to put a hole in anything remotely hostile. Drake’s reaction soothed his own concerns over being forgotten. Drake hadn’t forgotten anything over the course of three worlds before this one but that didn’t mean he was safe from it…

“Can you stand?” It was hard to miss how shaken Drake was.

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"Y-yes," Drake took a moment to get his spiraling anxiety under control. Sanzo remembered him. They were somewhere else but it didn't matter because Sanzo remembered him.

The box had tumbled into his lap when he'd sat up, and he picked it up before climbing out of the odd silver bed. Yzak would have liked that thing, he was pretty sure.

"What's in these, have you looked yet?" He had no way of knowing how long Sanzo had been awake, after all.

Sanzo didn’t have the time to feel bad about Drake’s worrying. He’d get on that when he knew if they were safe or not. This was better than his last, painful, arrival on another world, but he was still on edge. Both arms worked this time, that was a plus.

“No.” Simple answers while he kept an eye out. He held up his box briefly. “Check yours.”

The water around their feet was disconcertingly cold to Drake, so he started moving slowly forward toward a likely exit as he opened his box and rummaged around. "Necklace," he reported, "a very shiny necklace, in fact. A communicator, and a pamphlet. Says 'welcome to Genessia', so I guess that's this place's name."

It took a little juggling but he got the pamphlet open and skimmed the contents. The currency almost ended up in the water at their feet, but he caught the little bundle at the last moment. "--Gods, would it kill the creators of these places to give us a table?"

With a great reluctance, Sanzo stowed the gun away and opened his own box to find the same things. If someone had time to give them this shit, they would have had time to do either of them harm. Sanzo was still on edge, not to mention sour at having to get his robes wet for no good reason.

“I assume so,” he replied in a brittle tone, skimming over the pamphlet as he spoke. “We won’t die if we take this necklace off. This place is less intent on killing us than the last.”

Sanzo was still convinced that the tranquility spells of the last world were some kind of plot. That and the soul gems and that creepy kid… His expression was dark as he stepped out of the water and watched Drake in case the other was still too shaken to get around easily.

“Looks like there’s more shit to read,” he said, jabbing his thumb towards the magazine stand. There was nothing to translate on this world, a step up from the last.

"So it says," Drake said wryly, of the necklace. "I'll put mine on first and we'll see if it does anything either way." Color him suspicious of anything that went around their necks.

"There's always more to read," he agreed with a sigh, stepping out of the water too, and shaking his boots off as best he could on the way to the magazine stand. At least there, he could put the box down for a moment--

The holograph was unexpected, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when it activated!

As did Sanzo, though he reacted with both dropping the box and having his gun back out in an instant, pointing at the harmless hologram. What fucking bullshit was this?!
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“Fairly safe my ass,” he grumbled once the hologram disappeared. He bent down to grab the box and various things that had fallen out of it. “You remember dealing with this shit more than I do, what do we do now?”

Sanzo would have preferred to think of an answer to that himself, but Drake was far more experienced with this than he was. He didn’t know what to think of these different cities and most of the rest of what she had said. It was bad enough it looked like they were stuck, again. Why did these places not have a way back if they were so used to people just showing up?!

Drake had put on his necklace at some point during the holograph's spiel, seeing if it seemed to do anything to him or not. He took it off, too, and then shrugged when nothing happened and put it back on. "The necklaces seem safe, for now," he said. Somehow it looked plenty at home in his usual kestra'chern garb. "As for what to do next... I guess pick a direction?"

The Healer shrugged, looking over at Sanzo. "I've never been on a world with so many... parts, before. I have been on one where it wasn't safe to stay funneled in where everyone comes through, for long, but I told you that back on the last one." It was the main reason they hadn't stayed at the Welcome Center for longer than it took to get basic information and go.

Sanzo gave his own necklace a suspicious look before putting it on and hiding it under his robes. He’d make it obvious if he needed to. He wasn’t sure about this marking them as real, thing. What did that make the natives here? Something to avoid, surely.

“I’m not staying in the most obvious place,” he said as he picked one of the maps from the magazine stand and pulled it open to examine the supposed other areas. The descriptions were less than helpful. A lot of this sounded fake. He really shouldn’t be surprised at the oddity of these places… “You should read this shit.”

Amberdrake chose to 'read this shit' by peering at the map Sanzo was holding, instead of taking a copy to look at himself. So what if that meant he was kind of hovering in Sanzo's personal space? Who was hovering? Not him. Nope. He wasn't being at all clingy in a very sneaky way.

"...Huh."

Sanzo was used to his personal space being invaded on a regular basis by now, so he didn’t think much of it. Amberdrake was especially tactile. Right now, Sanzo was more concerned with where they should go. He didn’t want to stay in such a main focus of an area for too long.

“I say we don’t go to the place crawling with ghosts and whatever else I can’t shoot.” Tangible threats were easier to deal with. “...If any of this is telling the truth…”

"We have to assume some truth, to move forward," Amberdrake had gone a little pale at one of the descriptions, and nodded his head vigorously enough to make the little bird perched on top squawk in protest. "Yeah let's... let's avoid that one. And vampires in general. Both of us."

Sanzo glanced at Amberdrake, suspicious. There was more he wasn’t telling. Figuring that out could wait, if he could even get Drake to talk about it. He was more stubborn than Sanzo about some things.

“I’m not dealing with whatever all is in-” Squint. He had to relent and put on his glasses to see more than the pictures and some of the words, if he tilted his head the right way. “-Nova City. That leaves these other two.”

"That one reminds me of Haven," Amberdrake pointed to Attleton's description, "and neither of them remind me of my world. Except maybe the lack of technology on Fayren... and I appreciate a lack of 'drywall' and loud beepy square things, but I also appreciate hot water on demand."

Modern plumbing was a significant plus, in his mind!

“Air conditioning is worth it.” Not dying of the heat in the summer was an upside, as far as Sanzo was concerned. “Looks like there’s more to do than stare at a wall there.”

Maybe there would even be a newspaper to read. He had simple needs. It was to be seen if 'not getting attacked regularly' would be one fulfilled here.

“If that’s decided, let’s get out of here.”

"It seems so," Amberdrake smiled, a little of that charmed feeling coming off him at Sanzo's priorities. Look at them, just wanting hot water and cold air and maybe a dash of peace, for once.

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Sanzo was pleased to sit down when they got to their room. What he wouldn’t give to have access to Jeep again… Sure they could have taken the train to reduce time but both had been too suspicious of it and had just stared at it as it went by. No thanks.

“There’s no wards all over this place.” And there was a/c! “Judging by the price of this place, we won’t be living in a hotel this time.”

Sanzo didn’t mind that change as long as they could find somewhere else to live. Finding a job working at some random bland place didn’t appeal to him but he could figure something out.

Drake wouldn't have been much happier to see Jeep than he'd been to see the train, to be fair. He'd never gotten used to things that moved faster than a horse.

"Not for long, no," Amberdrake agreed, sitting down on the bed. The Healer slipped his boots off and laughed softly, "...you know, we lost our extra clothes."

Again, in Drake's case.

"I'm glad the birds came with, at least."

Sanzo huffed to show his displeasure of losing what little extra clothing he had and pulled a folded up newspaper from the lobby out of a sleeve. He’d left his glasses on during their trip over here, it was convenient to be able to read signs as they passed. At least he hadn’t lost them, or anything else he had stowed away. He would’ve been upset if he’d lost his gun or crown. That the sutra could have gone missing as well was a thought he refused to entertain.

And, yes, there was the birds, hopping around, curious and excited by their new surroundings. One was perched on Sanzo’s shoulder, looking ahead like it too was reading the newspaper.

“I’m thrilled,” he said in the direction of several of the birds milling around on the small table he was seated at. “We need to find a place with more than one room so they can harass each other without being a pain in the ass.”

Priorities.

"You just want to be able to smoke without poisoning the little things," Amberdrake noted with some gentle amusement, offering one of the birds near him tiny scritches to the back of the neck. The bird chirred quietly, tiny eyes closed with enjoyment.

As correct as Amberdrake was, Sanzo was still annoyed. He was forever going to be irritated at how easily Amberdrake could pick apart anything he said or did. Drake was exceptionally good at what he did but Sanzo still had to wonder how transparent he was sometimes.

“Leaving the room because I want a damn cigarette is irritating,” he grumbled. The bird was still content on his shoulder. “More animals from your world better stay off this one, it’s bad enough taking care of these.” He paused for a moment.

“I’m getting too used to this.”

"Which 'this'?" Amberdrake continued to scritch the bird he was paying attention to while said bird visibly tried not to fall asleep from contentment. It swayed in place, little chirrups coming out like tiny hiccups.

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