Kill The Buddha

Affiliated with Citta-Alveare

[asideofmyown]

If You’re Going Through Hell! open

[baddestdangerboy]

Badou actually rasps a laugh at that. This guy sure isn’t a pushover, and isn’t a comforter either. No, his Holy Spirit or whatever was on a different caliber. Besides the whole Buddhist thing….not the first one he’s met, but the first like this. 

The attempt at smooth talking doesn’t diminish so much as shift, into something just as smug but perhaps….professional. (to think he knows the meaning of the word) 

“I wasn’t talkin’ out my ass when I said you looked lost…..you a newcomer? For just a little bit of cash or…the collection plate, I’ll tell ya what you need to know.” 

[asideofmyown]

This kid was so damned annoying. The trigger finger was itching to either put a bullet in the kid's head, or at the very least smack him over the head with his paper fan. Sanzo allowed the smoke to drop to the ground, quickly stomping it out. Eyes watched the kid a few moments longer. Letting out a lengthy sigh the man shook his head as if to shake the violent thoughts from his mind. Annoying, more so than an idiot kappa or even a glutton of a monkey.

"Not interested," the words escaped with a bored tone. He wasn't exactly a newcomer after all. He had been here in the past, even if it had been a while since the last time. The monk could still remember the vague layout of this place after months of captivity. Brows furrowed at the kid as he continued to study the other for a few moments longer.

Finally with a shrug of his shoulders, the arms folded inside the long sleeves. "You're a bad judge of character. I already know what I need to about this place. I don't need some brat scamming me for nothing, got it?" A few locations might be different depending on how long it had been in this world, time probably flowed somewhat differently from what he had guessed. The only other changes were likely to be ones made by whatever crisis the scientists threw at the world.

[asideofmyown]

If You’re Going Through Hell! open

[baddestdangerboy]

Now that….that is a sight for sore eyes. A religious-y type. With a stick up the ass, habit too tight and whatnot. The teen had seen them (a surprising amount, which is any in this godless place) here and there, and had even slammed the door in a few faces, but he hadn’t expected one to start with anything but a pleasant how do you do. 

So the teen licks his lips (something he does just when he’s about to say something stupid), then smirks.

“You know, I coulda been really hurtin’ and needin’ a spared moment to talk about the Lord, and here you are, with your habit in a bunch.”

The little shit even tuts, head shaking from side to side slowly. 

“That’s no way to help the little sheep. Sides, you look lost yourself, Father.”

He knows for a fact the man isn’t a Christian. Lets see how he reacts, the teen tells himself. Stupidly. 

[asideofmyown]

There was another deep inhale as he watches the smirking face. The kid was about to do something stipid, likely playing some game to rile the monk up further than being in this damnable place. It took no expert to know what that look in his eyes meant, and it helped that the monk was good at reading people in the first place. Eyes watched the boy with a scowl fixed over the features listening to the stupid story that he was spinning.

"Listen, brat, if you want a priest that bad, there used to be a church a few blocks down, maybe they'll help you." He feigned disinterest, one arm crossing over his chest, the other taking hold on his cigarette. Boredom, that was what was written in the gaze that only moments ago was filled with frustration. The blond was far from the norm when it came to monks, he hated playing the religion card, or even pretending to care about others.

"I'm no fucking 'Father', I'm a monk. And I'm not going to start some stupid speil about Gods, Goddesses, or Buddha." He didn't have any good feelings towards the gods anyway. They were all assholes that thought they could take people and force them to play their little games. Even the three aspects were no good. A heavy sigh was let out, and he turned a full glare on the brat in front of him.

"If you're done with your stupid games, leave me alone." The man practically growled.

[asideofmyown]

If You’re Going Through Hell! open

"Gods fucking damn!" A curse was abruptly tugged from the lips of the pale skinned man. Dreased head to toe in robes, scriptures around his shoulders, it was obvious to even the untrained eye that the man was a monk. What most couldn't tell was that the holy man was one of the highest ranking monks- at least in the wrold that he had originated from. Though, with one glance it was hard to believe that this irritable looking man was a monk of the highest calibur. A deep scowl was fixed on the lips of the monk, brows furrowed, a slight twitching as he apparently battled with something invisible to the naked eye. The unusual eyes of deep violet slid shut, blocking out the stranges sounds and smells around him.

Out of the frying pan, and walking right into hell. The last time the blonde spent any time in the city it was an almost cursed existence. A hand lifted to his forehead, grip tangling tight in the sun-coloured hair. Instead of annoyance his face twisted darkly. Teeth grit, brows knitted together. Just thinking about brought a sense of guilt and anger to mind.

There was a wish to treat his last experience as just an unusual dream and nothing more. His return to his own world had admitidly left him a little worse for ware, but he had managed to do as he always did and cut it from any emotional response. Repressing the experience allowed him to continue to live on despite what had happened and what he had put everyone else through in the months. Now that he was faced with this farce of a city again, there was no way to deny that it had happened, and no way to play in his wonderful world of make-belief.

"There is no fucking way I'm playing this again. I swear, if I see any of their faces, they're fucking dead!" The words came out in a sharp, clear voice. Being picked up as a plaything was not amusing, he had important things to be doing and not wasting his time with these stupid ass excuses for experiments.

One thing felt incredibly off. There was no voice he could 'hear' no connection he could feel. Unlike the last time he had everyone there. Maybe this time he found himself alone. Being alone never bothered him much. And yet part of him, whilst he would never admit it, missed the loud moises of everyone else.

A shaking hand freed the cigarettes and disposible lighter from his pocket. With shaking fingers the monk swallowed a deep breath of the toxic substence. A few moments of holding his breath and he expelled the contaminated air, as well as the tension. If there was one good thing about cigarettes, they certainly allowed the blond to dispell his toubled thoughts.

"What do you want?!" A harsh voice shot out at the first set of eyes that he noticed were watching him closely.

[asideofmyown]

(like for a general starter of varying lengths. no cap because sanzo is my love and i hate myself

warning: grumpy monk may apply)

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

Could I reapp Genjo Sanzo from Saiyuki?

Welcome back to the hive, Genjo!

You will be housed in apartment v-5.

You will retain everything you were given during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod 『 』

[onwardwest]

[asofterwest]

and i’m not even sure gamma radiation would do anything.

[igimasda]

❦ ▎BELIEVE THE NON-BELIEVER. ►► SANZO.

     The shattering of bones cracks the thick silence, and Enkidu crouches down like a lioness in the tall grass. Beneath the tresses of jade, feline ears emerge slowly. Her limbs grow like gnarly tree trunks and her knees bend backwards, all covered in white, coarse fur. Fingers curl inward and out come the grotesque claws. A long tail whips out from under her robes and sashays like a proud woman. She shakes her head, letting her mane sprout in all its eerie green, and her jaw protrudes with the glistening fangs against her lips. Yes, this is not so bad. It will do.

     Enkidu trots along awkwardly like a horse off the beaten path. How many centuries, millennia has it been since she has changed her entire body? It’s more efficient to twist a limb or two into that of a monster, a weapon. But she feels the earth better this way, her belly low to the ground, dirt pressed against her paws. Enkidu wouldn’t have chosen the image of a mighty lion, not one of bizarre green—she could colour herself right if only she cared—but her golden companion admires them so. They’re lazy like you, she once had said to him.

     “————!” A great roar echoes throughout the forestry, frightening the birds away. There are others exploring the forest hesitantly, freezing at her call, but one stranger holds her particular interest. Stalking him down, Enkidu runs past the lake, the legions of trees and flowers like gossamer, and climbs over the moss-veiled boulders.

     “I know you’re here… I can smell you,” Enkidu growls. Her words are but feral sounds. She treks lightly, careful not to make a single noise. But the world never does right by the clay beast and—snap!—a dry twig crackles loudly like an evil laugh, telling all she’s here. Silvery eyes gaze undaunted into a man’s mistrustful face, who pivots sharply towards her. She opens her jaw, as if to speak, and it’s the fangs that concern him. Enkidu knows; she senses it from him because they are partners.

     And then all she feels a volcanic temper burst. He aims his weapon without the slightest hesitance. Enkidu stands still as cold stone, only glowering back him. Was it a bluff? The man cocks the gun. Though harsh, throaty snarls that paint her all the more a beast, Enkidu laughs. Oh, one bullet won’t hurt…

[asideofmyown]

[The forest was a place he didn't like, then again how many places did he like? The monk kept his gun close at hand as he wandered. In a place like this he couldn't be too careful. It felt like his minnd was immediately sinking back to the state he had been in years ago. Alone, as he was, caution only increased. Past memories caused him to put up walls. Distrust caused him to keep his distance from most people he saw.

While he wasn't some beast that would attack without reason not anymore he wasn't about to blindly trust or welcome, for that matter, strangers that showed their faces. What sanzo Wanted, and needed was to get out of this place and back home. He needed to complete his mission and retrieve his master's scriptures.

The monk let out a long slow sigh, eyes closed tightly. At least the one thing that was good about the forest was it was much calmer than the rest of the surroundings. It could almost be considered peaceful, if it weren't for the strange feeling that someone was drawing too close.

The cracking foliage sent his mind into overdrive. It took only a brief moment for him to twist around and lock gazes with the unnatural creature.It wasn't a youkai, he could tell that in a split second, but whatever, whoever the creature actually was? He couldn't determine the answer to that. His mind continued to twist over each aspect procesing it as fast as possible. While his mind contineud to work on the task with the information he easily observed, his body was already moving. Eyes narrowed as he pulled the trigger. The sound ripped through the air, only to be followed by unexpected pain.

It felt as though he had been shot. What in the fucking hell did that mean?!

'and by stuck with, I mean emotionally and physically; any emotions you feel, they'll feel too, and vice versa. The same goes with pain.'

This had better be some twisted fucking joke. It really had to be... The creature before him...? For fucks sake...]

"Fucking hell..." [The monk cursed and held at the bloodless injury. This really wans't how he wanted to meet his partner through the ordeal of this place. Though to be honest he would be content to never have met them to begin with.]

[zrpmusings-deactivated20160102]

Here’s the almost late celebratory picture. Thank you everyone who showed up to watch! }}

[xpcmdi]

[asideofmyown]

[He's beyond relieved that no one is here to count candles or any nonsense that comes with birthdays.]

[tetededaifuku]

[lunosamentelunitoo]

[Greetings]: The other day was Gojyo’s one, today is Sanzo birthday instead, thanks for all your messages.  From the next issues will raising even more troubles to watch out. Just now I’m making an illustration, here Sanzo and Gojyo is still on work.

[asideofmyown]

The Monkey's Master

[This place was so annoying The fact there were so many people all gathered in one place was annoying. Whatever the plans were that the people had, Sanzo had no clue, and to be honest he really didn't want to know what purpose they were gathered together for. Like hell he'd believe it was simply for the sake of learning about 'unity' as it was put. And if that was the real purpose they were brought here, it would be a cold day in hell before Sanzo ever agreed to grow attached to someone. This was going to be a pain in the ass. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the largest annoyance was the lack of his three companions. Even Gojyo's presence would have been a welcomed relief at this point, but he had his doubts that he would be seeing any of them any time soon.

The area was simply too small, if he was going to run into a familiar face he should have done it by now... The monk let out an drawn sigh, arms folded in his sleeves holding onto the gun hidden in one. He wasn't going to let his guard down just yet. A week in this place wasn't nearly enough to put his mind at ease with the strangers that seemed to surround him. The unusual sensations, unknown emotions didn't help relax him either... Eyes narrowed as he found himself in front of the kitchen. For a moment he hesitated before entering the room.

He wasn't sure whether he should be pissed or relieved at what was contained in the room. A familiar brunet was located inside. Well... So much for assuming that he wouldn't meet any of them here. Sanzo stalked over to the 'child' silently. A hand lifting to flick the boy in the back of the head.]

"What the hell do you think you're doing, runt?"

[So much for a happy reunion. That just wasn't Sanzo's style in the end. He was more about the physical violence and pretending to be pissy.]

[asideofmyown]

(i do have to go to bed soon, however tomorrow i'll be getting to goku's starter. so if anyone else would like a personalized starter please like this post.)

[asideofmyown]

Don't Blink [Open]

[Pain tore through his wrist. It felt like someone had taken a hot poker and dug it right into his arm. Almost immediately he had to take the arm that wasn't experiencing the pain and clutch tight onto the leather clad wrist. Damn that was annoying... Almost as annoying as it was waking up in an unknown room. At the very least it wasn't as though he were being held captive by some youkai who had decided they were stupid enough to try and claim the bounty on his head. Eyes turned to the bed where his gun and scriptures rested. Both, thankfully, seemed intact. At the very least he had the two objects that were most important to him. Despite the fact that the situation was pretty shitty, he had more important things to doing than playing the role of caged pet. Even if there was allegedly no way home, he would still have to see if that were true.

Picking up the gun he shifted the weight in his hand. Comfort was found in the familiarity of it, the weapon bringing ease immediately to his mind. A deep breath and the monk had stowed the weapon away in his sleeve and moved to don the scriptures that were there. Placing them over his shoulders, his fingers ran over the font quickly as though stroking a pet. A pressure seemed to be added to him, weighting his shoulder's down as if it was bricks that he had just added instead of some flimsy material.

Eyes scanned the room, a scowl deepening across the man's face as though he were in a foul mood. He moved for the door and tugged it open roughly. Probably best to see what kind of hell hole he found himself in, huh?

It was probably one of the most unusual sights. A man wearing the garb of a Buddhist monk, an angry glare on his face, and now a pack of smokes in hand, pressing one between his lips and attempting to light it. Five times he tried the lighter without so much as a spark coming from it. Eyes narrowed as he tossed the object behind him.]

"Fuck..."

[asideofmyown]

"Next person to mention assholes is going to have a loaded gun shoved up theirs with the trigger being pulled promptly after."