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Action for Genessia City

Honestly, he wasn't as... 'not here' as it appeared. When one didn't actually need to find a house to live in or buy food to eat or do remotely anything that any normal squishy person would need to stay alive, it made it a lot easier to just 'slip away'.

He was there, of course. In a sense. But today was one of the first days he'd decided to be 'there' there. Totally. Well for the most part, as much as he usually was. Where was the good Beast Priest right now anyway? Wandering, mostly. After all, the city was still fascinating, even if he'd spent a good long time inspecting it. The technology just never ceased to fascinate him, he really couldn't help it. There were so many things he had to learn first before bothering to interact with it, and being the curious monster he was well, he had to see all of it.

At the moment, he was deeply involved with a soda machine, apparently taken by all the flashing lights and images on the box itself, jabbing at buttons every now and again.

To anyone else, noting his outfit, well it'd almost be charming. Some backwards flung medieval magician toying with something he didn't understand.

Someone with a better grasp of magic however, might find it hard to pass by him and every soda machine he's been jabbing at without feeling some measure of... magic of course. Weird, powerful, uncomfortable feeling magic.

... No he's not up to something don't be stupid.

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This was the second time in too few days Sanzo had run into weird fucking magic while walking around. Well, limping, Cassian's buckshot made it so he was stuck with a cane for a while. Stupid, so stupid! Difficulty in walking didn't keep him from roaming around like an angry, emaciated alleycat. There was shit to glare at.

And here was something to really glare at. Whoever-he-was that was messing with yet another soda machine had a look to him Sanzo didn't like. He'd snooped around one such machine earlier, suspicious of the off sort of magic to it. He nearly undid the energy bonds keeping his pelvis intact to push it down but he couldn't leave it firing off cans into the street!

He limped over to the whatever-he-was, his scowl even darker than usual.

"Stop."

Look, in comparison to all the things he could be doing right now, this was downright adorable, okay? Almost totally harmless except for maybe busted kneecaps and shattered shins.

... Whatever.

So when this cranky faced hobbled fellow toddled up to tell him to knock his shit off, his first inclination, which he carried through with...

Was to lean on all the buttons with his shoulder lightly.

"Stop what? I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific than that!"

"That," Sanzo "explained" while pointing at the soda machine. He decided he hate this man already, especially because of that dopey look on his face. It reminded him of Hakkai somewhat, just not quite so sinister. Someone who was trying to take people's legs off with soda couldn't be decent sorts though. Hakkai was, at least, upfront with him maiming.

"Well that still is a few things, sir." Yes. Yes he's going to play lawyer out here on the street.

"Unless you're a little more direct, I'm afraid I just don't follow." What an interesting bouquet of emotions coming off this man. This was amazing. He'd not had such an open feast set in front of him since...

Well since Lina!

Thank goodness, he was starving.

"Existing, for one," Sanzo grumbled, fuck he hated these types. He wasn't going to bother with going on a long explanation, this shit knew exactly what he was talking about. Pulling a gun while out on the street drew so much attention, ugh. He'd have to wait and see if the mage was actually dangerous or just a jackass.

As for those emotions, well, there was plenty for Xellos to enjoy. Irritation and suspicion were prominent, along with a constant wariness, all settling on top of a deep depression that had anchored itself to the monk years and years ago. If one asked Sanzo, he'd just say he was annoyed, if he answered at all.

"Well I don't think I can help that without ending up on a doctors list, sir." Yeah, he loves himself too much for that. He knew for the moment, anyway, he was fairly safe from getting attacked by... most do gooders. Starting a fight in a crowded street was usually a bad idea.

As for Xellos? Well despite the smile, the pleasant attitude despite the assholery, the polite title and everything... it was like trying to suss out the current emotions of a corpse.

There's nothing there. If it wasn't for the fact that he was clearly standing and talking, one might expect he wasn't even there to begin with, if one was following emotions.

"Did you want a soda?"

"Cut the crap." Sanzo's irritation mounted, why did he have to go sticking his nose into this stupid business?

"Leave the damn thing alone and stick your head up your ass somewhere else." Ugh, it was crowded and Sanzo was pretty badly hurt right now. The injuries wouldn't be enough to stop him but he couldn't be sure Drake could put him back together after only a few days since the first time. He didn't want to deal with another healer.

So he leaned on his cane and scowled fiercer still.

"Goodness, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." Cranky pants.

Oh but Sanzo was in pain too, which made this all the better. There we go, there was something breaking that solid static of nothing in the emotional void in front of Sanzo.

He thought something was very, very funny.

"I mean I guess I can't blame you." A pointed look to the cane. "Shouldn't you be sitting down somewhere sir?"

Sanzo's eyes narrowed in both anger and increased suspicion. He couldn't always get a read on people, he wasn't Amberdrake. But it was very odd to get nothing and then suddenly get something. Odd or worrying.

"Shut up. Keep your comments to yourself and leave. You're not fooling anyone and you know it." He really hated these types, so much.

Well actually he's fooling literally everyone here but you, so that makes you about as wrong as you can get, Sanzo. The amusement is growing too.

"You can't just tell me to leave, I don't think that's actually in your sphere of power." Also he could just totally kick that cane out and book it, but that would make him look really bad.

"Really I think you should sit down."

Sanzo toyed with the idea of firing a warning shot to get the surrounding people to leave so he could properly deal with this shithead. Not yet.

"I can tell you what I want. Leave." Fuck this guy for making him feel even more crippled than he already was. He was just fine, damnit. It was just hard to walk.

"Mhh, you're being so difficult." A whine. He will whine, he's allowed to, finally taking his shoulder off the machine just so he could lean on his staff instead, the red orb propped up under his chin.

"I suppose you can, but I can just stand here regardless." He could, and this conversation could be lead around in circles all day until his new friend got too annoyed by him to tolerate another second and possibly storm off, taking all that wonderful negative energy with him.

Which would be a shame.

"I'm really serious though, you should probably sit. After all, too long standing around gets pretty tiring in your state."

...Okay he might be aware of the extent of damage from the pain sensation. What a tough little cookie you are, Sanzo!

"You really won't take a break?"

"You're awfully fixated on my health for someone trying to take legs off," he snapped in return. Either the guy was just needling him or he had noticed something about Sanzo's injuries. A cane didn't even mean he was injured at all! Sanzo was suspicious, as always. That magic felt off and he liked no part of this. Xellos clearly didn't have any concern for the people he might hurt.

Sanzo didn't really care that much but if no one else was here to deal with the goddamn problem, he had to handle it.

"They won't take legs off, don't be so morbid." He didn't wire them to do that! Just break some legs. They won't come off.

There was a light, and casual shrug.

"It'd just be such a shame if something happened-" It was more or less nearly faster than the eye could see. A passerby would call it a little slip on Xellos' part, he'd leaned to hard on his staff and stumbled.

But Sanzo might feel the obvious sensation of someone immediately striking the cane in an attempt to knock him right onto his scrawny punk ass.

Down on his scrawny punk ass Sanzo went with a sudden spike of agony and a sharp gasp. He froze in place, expression as much anger as pain, as he waited for his vision to right itself. There was no adrenaline or healer to dull his pain now and those bones were only in slightly better shape than a few days ago!

When he snapped back to reality the gun was just suddenly in his hand, passerbys be damned. He wouldn't hit them. Already several were getting as far from the two priests as fast as they could. Sanzo falling caught some eyes and the gun was enough to send them hurrying away.

"I'll kill you." Judging by his sudden rage, he might just do that.

Yes good, there it was. Just the feeling he was looking for. Greedy thing he was, the sensation and energy was sucked right up, inwardly much happier. Hell that might even be felt, the warm satisfaction of someone who'd just begun to fill up at a meal.

He'd seen guns before, but at home they were far more primitive. Still, for the sake of appearances, he flickered, and reappeared a few feet away. Not teleportation but speed, smiling every moment.

"You're going to try. I fixed that for you."

Sick fuck! And of course, teleportation or speed or whatever he was doing. Sanzo would have the luck to run into some creep that acted like Ukoku. Now shooting him was dangerous, it was too easy for him to dodge and the bullet striking something behind him.

Fuck.

He eased himself up onto one knee, pain radiating, sharp and stinging, from his hips. Getting up only promised to be knocked back down and he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't break the delicate bonds holding him together next time.

The barrel of the gun followed Xellos, he wasn't going to fire yet. The other priest didn't know that.

So slow, Sanzo. This really didn't seem fair.

He'd have to slow himself down a little, it wasn't any fun if it was too easy.

"Really. Really? You really need to sit down. I'm not going to fight you." He spread his hands harmlessly.

"That's far too cruel, don't you think? Put it away and sit down, we don't want a mess here right?"

Well... Sanzo doesn't want a mess here.

Sanzo glared, while anger and logic fought a brief and irritating war for dominance. As pissy as he usually was, sense won this round. He couldn't say for sure he could kill the other priest, he didn't know what powers he had, all he knew was that he was very fast and a raging bastard. That might kill civilians just to fuck with him.

With great reluctance, he lowered the gun, but he didn't sit. He stayed where he was, kneeling and glaring.

"Well I guess that's a start."

All this over booby trapping some silly soda machines. What a sensitive man this was.

It was hilarious.

"If it makes you feel any better, it was only the machines on this street!"

"Leave." Sanzo was already out of options, what else did this freak want out of him. He was tense, as if expecting an attack. It was a very real threat if this man was anything like Ukoku and enjoyed seeing his victims bloody and broken.

Handling the soda machines he could manage, fighting off this ass with a broken pelvis, not so much.

"You could at least say please." He glanced back to the soda machine again, full of curiosity. Honestly, he didn't want to see bones and blood right now, he just wanted a good laugh at someone having to deal with a Mountain Dew to the shins. No real reason to torment poor Sanzo past...

well just annoying him.

"All this over playing with a few machines? It wouldn't even hurt that bad." Sanzo would almost be adorable, if... that was a thought that would ever cross his mind in relation to a human.

"You're so nice!"

It paid to be overly suspicious, at least for Sanzo. Anyone happy to cause injury to hapless strangers wasn't going to be a decent sort. Especially not with that weird feeling magic in play.

"Fuck off." Nice, whatever, he just didn't want to deal with this kind of shit getting out of hand and creeping into where he lived.

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!"

He is going to dare to try and just gently bop Sanzo in the nose with one finger. May as well push the borders and see what he could get away with, just how stoic was the priest going to be?

Not stoic enough to allow for that! He slapped at Xellos' hand with only a slight change in expression. Angrier and, somehow, more serious.

"Leave." He intended to keep saying it until he actually left!

Good, a reaction.

He knew when to take his exit. He wouldn't be getting anything else out of the blond. The important thing was to know when to bow out, after all.

He withdrew his hand back sharply, but with a bright laugh, taking a few steps back.

"Okay, okay! Calm down, you'll make yourself sick!" His edges were hazing a bit now. Time to find something else to do.

"Don't do anything too hard now, I still really suggest sitting."

And in a brilliant flash of purple light, he was gone.

Sanzo squinted against the light and let out a soft hiss of pain after the man had disappeared. Damn. He slowly and carefully got to his feet. To make this whole thing worse, he really should sit down for a while, ouch.

He eyed the vending machine. Maybe he'd find someone else to push it down or dispel it.

Bracken did wander around Genessia once in a while, mostly because he had friends there. Often he was going directly towards one of their shops or homes for a visit, not caring too much about going anywhere else in the city unless he was shopping for something. He didn't ride in any of the vehicles, preferring to walk, which was the perfect way to notice Xellos down the street.

Nothing seemed that weird. Just a priest getting a soda. He didn't speed up or anything. He could wave 'hi' and continue on his way.

But then he saw a soda can flying across the street and adrenaline zipped through him. That wasn't supposed to happen. With absolutely no suspicion about Xellos' tampering, he trotted over.

"A-Are you okay?"

Actually no that was totally supposed to happen, just as planned.

Still, when Bracken hurried over to check on him, the priest paused in his exploration of the soda machine, looking curious but pleased to see him.

"Hm? Oh! Yes, I'm just fine, why?"

The machine that was now shooting cans, a little down the street, hurled another one at a passing young man, and he glanced in that general direction, otherwise totally, totally unbothered.

"Well that's not safe, is it?"

He had the spells, but he didn't have the reaction time to stop something moving so fast. It hit the man before he even could figure out what to do.

"I-It's not supposed to do th, that!"

His first thought was to unplug it, but they didn't make the plugs for the machines very accessible to the public, so after a brief, failed attempt at getting to the plug he tried to figure out a way to stop the machine from spitting out drinks. Destroying it seemed liked it would be a bit much, especially when he didn't know what would happen with the electrical work.

After a bit the earth started to rumble under him. He held his staff forward, and after some quaking the earth rose out of the ground and created a barrier in front of the machine. The sodas could hit that instead of people.

Then there was the problem of the injured man. Initially, there was anxiety. He knew what healing other people meant for him, and he didn't look forward to it at all. But he wouldn't let that stop him. He cast his spell anyway, painfully giving some of his own health to heal the passerby. It was like taking a sudden stab wound, his body reacting to his health being literally drained from him. Luckily, it wasn't huge amounts of damage.

Using the spell put him in a state of shock immediately after. He could heal himself, and he did, but for that momentary period right after he finished giving up his health he was still physically reacting to the pain. It wasn't easy to concentrate on anything when one felt like they were being punched in the gut.

And that left him breathing heavily even after he healed himself. Just like that, he was all better, but the sensations and anxiety lingered. He did not have a high tolerance for pain.

With the problems seemingly resolved, he glanced around worriedly before looking back to Xellos, "Th-They're not supposed to do that... I-I can show you how to get a s-soda."

Still, he made no connection to Xellos doing anything to the machine, because why would he?

Yaaaay a show! Honestly, this was what he was looking for, in a sense, and Xellos remained patiently on the sidelines as Bracken attended to all the chaos the malfunctioning machines caused. Yes good, well now he knew at least a few more of the mage's spells, didn't he? Not that he was at all concerned about having to tussle magically with Bracken.

Even if he had to he was sure it'd be painfully, laughably easy.

It was just nice to know.

The mixture of pain and anxiety in the air was a pleasant little meal to the empath, and when Bracken did return to him, he smiled pleasantly.

"How impressive, Bracken! That makes you and Bartolomeo the only two barrier makers I've met here." Well one was more... energy based he supposed but whatever.

"You don't have to, I don't even have any money with me. I just wanted to know how they worked."

He glanced back on it. "O-Oh... It's just rocks," he answered, not really thinking much of it. It wasn't like it had been a huge spell or anything. And hopefully the people of the city could figure out why the machine was malfunctioning like that behind it all.

Though his spells did get extremely powerful, by himself he would be an extremely easy foe. He didn't have the speed, or the vitality, and was used to working in groups or fighting against more mindless beasts that he could blow up before they even knew he was there. Fighting against an intelligent opponent would be highly difficult.

"I-It's okay, they're not expensive," he assured him, pointing down the way to another vending machine. Modern cities did seem to have so many of them. "I-It's not hard. I can tell you how to use l-lots of things here."

Medieval fantasy as he might have seemed, technology didn't confuse him.

"B-But not cars," he added quickly. Not that he didn't know how to use them, but he didn't like them.

"Well it's still very impressive. Good job, Bracken." Do it again sometime. Maybe he can trick a bus into hitting it.

"No? Oh good, I don't have that much on me." Considering he didn't want a job, nor did he plan on getting one, because he really didn't need it. He sort of just spent the cash he did have on stuff he didn't need. Like cake! And fizzy drinks.

"They don't really look like anything I've ever really seen before either." Not that figuring it out would be hard but if Bracken was ever offering to operate one for him and buy him a drink-

"What's wrong with cars?"

"Th-Thanks," he answered awkwardly, feeling a bit weird about being complimented. Complimenting others was easier.

He walked over to the next vending machine and put in one of the bills, with the simple explanation of, "Y-You just push the button." There really wasn't all that much to it, after all.

"C-Cars...? They're... They go f-fast, and they can cause a l-lot of damage." And made him uneasy. Truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure why he disliked them so. Other modern technology didn't bother him. Even just seeing cars go by wasn't so bad, but something about the idea of being in one felt like an out of control roller coaster.

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