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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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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.

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