tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Wednesday night
Rating; R (for Gojyo's mouth XD)
Characters; Gojyo

damned_kappa, Cielo

kidcorva, Goku

monkey_hunger, Ranmaru

elegantorchid, Hakkai

calm_heretic, possibly Nataku

heavensdistaste
Summary; Everyone gathers together at Gojyo's apartment for a night of mahjong and theorizing about how the hell to get out of the City.
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Gojyo clicked down the comments page on his journal and glanced up at the clock on the wall. Goku'd been at his place for at least an hour now, but he'd been able to keep the monkey (relatively) quiet by tossing him some pork buns he picked up at a stall down in the streets earlier. Cielo was going to be over at any minute, and he'd just heard from Ranmaru saying he was on his way up.

But now they had another piece of interesting news. Whether it was good or bad, the kappa couldn't honestly say. Kicking his feet up on the table next to the stacked mahjong tiles and lighting one of his cigarettes, he looked over to where Goku was busy being bored on the bed. (The chimp had already polished off all the pork buns, he noted with annoyance. Dammit, if he ran out of cash, the monkey was going to be the one working to make it up.)

"Oi, Goku," the redhead drawled. "Looks like the gang's almost all here. I just heard from Hakkai."

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Ranmaru had found the place with some ease, though he did feel a little uncertain about this. Yes, he had said it was alright and yes they were all lost together in this strange kingdom of which they knew nothing, but it didn't make any sense. Why they were here, what they were doing here.. none of it.

Hesitating for a bit, wondering if he should decline-- he wasn't one for gatherings, though this would keep his mind off a lot of things, he then sighed and raised a hand to knock on the door. Half-expecting it to be slid open, Ranmaru then called, as was the norm where he came from,

"Please excuse my intrusion!" and moved a hand to push the door sideways-- and paused. Wait, why wasn't it moving?

Gojyo blinked at the muffled voice--it sounded vaguely male, and it wasn't Hakkai, so he figured it was Ranmaru--and waited a beat for the door to open. When it didn't, he rolled his eyes and let his feet thump to the floor. He didn't think he'd locked it or anything (although that might not be such a bad idea in this place, he reflected, what with what he'd been reading about pyramid heads and zombie nurses and other fun little surprises).

He turned the door handle and pulled it open, staring at the young man who kind of stumbled in, as if he'd been pulling on the door. Gojyo scratched his head and sighed. He was starting to get why Sanzo liked using that "I'm surrounded by idiots" line . . .

"There a problem?" he queried, closing the door behind him. "You're Ranmaru, right?"

He'd moved his hand away for a bit, contemplating why the door wasn't sliding to the left (as all doors were supposed to, honestly! what sort of inferior craftsmanship was this?!), before noticing the handle. Eyebrows raising in confusion, Ranmaru went to touch it- perhaps this was the mechanism that opened the door? However, much to his surprise, he found the door being tugged in and himself alongwith, though he did quickly maitain his balance. Catching the sight of someone having been standing behind the door as he did enter, he could only conclude that that handle was a summon.

Quickly turning, his hand going to the strap of his nodachi's sheath as if making sure it was there (there was no way he could lose a sword his height and not notice, especially when it was strapped onto his back, but one could never be too sure) and gaped at the person who'd answered, before recognition came into his eyes and he bowed quickly.

"I apologise, no. There was no trouble." better than going into detail about why the door didn't open. Then, standing up straight, he gave the red-haired man an apologetic smile. "Yes, I am Ranmaru. We finally meet, Gojyo-san. It is a honor."

"Same here," Gojyo returned casually, raising an eyebrow at the other man's sword. "That there's Goku," he added, jerking a thumb at the younger boy before turning to nab some bottles of alcohol off the counter and set them on the corner of the mahjong table.

"So," he grinned, flopping back down in his chair. "You any good with that pigsticker on your back?"

Ranmaru smiled- he hadn't gotten used to this strange place just yet, but the way people seemed to be looking out for each other wasn't missed by him. He appreciated that Gojyo-san had invited him at all.

With a glance in Goku's direction, he gave a polite bow of greeting, before turning back to Gojyo, moving his hands to his sword sheath to pull it off, blinking as the question was asked.

"This? This is a nodachi.." not a pigsticker.. he wanted to say, but didn't. Thinking maybe Gojyo had it confused with another sword, he beamed. "I am said to be as swift with the blade of Tomonari as I am with my feet." he grinned then, glancing behind him to find a place to take a seat.

"Does Gojyo-san have a knowledge of weaponry?"

"A bit," Gojyo admitted. "My specialty's the shakujou over there," he added, jerking his thumb towards the crescent pole weapon propped against the wall. "It's messy, but it gets the job done."

That was exactly when Ranmaru froze, eyes widening. Wait. A SHAKUJOU?? As his head moved to turn towards it, so did his feet, making him move toward it to take a closer look. It was rare, the only warrior in his time he'd seen someone use something remotely close was the ninja Fuuma Kotaro.

But, it didn't make any sense. And yet.. from their names. Goku.. Gojyo--

Having been a page of Akechi Mitsuhide, he was familiar with folk tales and stories and this was..

Well, they couldn't be those, (they seemed too human, but a -true- shakujou could only be used by..)

"Th-This is..." it was so strange. Hand reaching out to touch the spine of the weapon, Ranmaru continued in a dazed voice.

"Everything's from the legend! But why..?"

Gojyo blinked, wondering why Ranmaru looked so shaken. "Huh? What legend?"

He quickly turned, his eyes showing a sort of fascinated light to them as he drew his hand back. Then, fixing his gaze on Gojyo again, he smiled brightly.

"The Journey to The West! The disciples of the Golden Priest Sanzo travelling together for a mystical journey of enlightment to retrieve the Maten Sutrs!" he, of course, was saying this from what he had learned in the form of religion.

"How fascinating you would be named after them! I recall.." he looked thoughtful. "There was a gluttonous pig, Cho Hakkai, A rigid kappa, Sha Gojyo and the monkey that dared challenge Buddha, Son Goku." he laghed then, moving a hand behind his head.

"They used to be tales the children would read!"

((Sorry about the double post. >_>))

Gojyo twitched, caught between being pissed off and laughing out loud. "Who the hell're you calling rigid?! And jeez, 'gluttonous pig'? Hakkai? The only person I've ever met who eats less than him is Sanzo. And I'll be fucked if we're his 'disciples'; we're the only thing to keep his ass from getting killed most of the time."

The kappa lit a cigarette and fixed Ranmaru with a look, warming to his subject. How the hell had they wound up as a kids' tale?! He didn't care what world the other man was from, it was just wrong on so many levels. "I dunno anything about the Buddha, but we've run into Kanzeon Bosatsu a couple've times, and trust me, I kinda wish we hadn't. " he added in a low mutter.

"And enlightenment? Heh, yeah right. Sanzo's already got the Maten Sutra, and that's half the problem since the youkai keep attackin' us for it. Our goal is to get west and stop whatever the hell is causing the Minus Wave that's makin' all the youkai go crazy and attack humans." He took a long drag and held the breath for two beats before exhaling. "Or at least, we were before we all got sucked into this crazy city."

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