Blonde hair, lack of a shirt, casually slouching. All of those things described none other than Sun Wukong. One thing that was missing in the description? It would be the reason for all of the sudden prejudice and hate. His monkey tail. Sun Wukong was of another race not, but equal to, humans. Faunus. Recently, however, he arrived in a new city where the racism took its form. "Is this Vale? Must be Vale," he remarked on the first day as he strolled the streets, leaning back with his arms supporting his neck casually as he walked. It wasn't Vale.
It sounded crazy, but by the third day, he was positive it was another world. The concept of Faunus became misty for the Humans who lived here, none seemed to recognize them or even heard of them. Instead, they would snarl a reply like, "furry freak, get lost!" or "Ew, gross, the tail actually moves!" Racism was...common in Vale, sure. But not his homeland. And this didn't even compare to Vale on that scale. It was even worse, really. "Is this what drove the White Fang?" He mumbled, still passing with a carefree grin, sometimes winking at some of the people he passed. They never returned them. Except one.
Now to present time. Meet Judith, long blue hair, of another world as well. A dragoon lancer with great skill. Beautiful and dressed to kill. A Krityan. Now? For her and Sun to encounter paths.
The streets of this city -- he heard the name in whispers and radios. San Andreas. It reminded him of Vale in more ways than one. Mainly a concentrated metropolis with the bright flashing lights and loud noise. Lots of crime too. No Hunters or Huntresses to stop them, most of San Andreas was dependant on the police. Really sucky police, Sun had learned, after stealing food the first few days. It was nightfall now, the light from a nearby street light shining down. People walked by, Sun winked at the occasional female who grunted and looked away or just in plain ignored him. Then there was the Krityan.
She wasn't wearing anything, really. She dressed like a foreign warrior, maybe something you'd see in Mistral. He winked at her, she winked back. "Well, well," Sun strode beside her, "someone finally winked back."
"Really? A first? Do I win a prize?" She had asked in a joking manner. Sun knew she was playing, but there was a certain trait about her that made her gentle. Soft. "I'm imagining you aren't running with those 'gangs', are you?" Sun shook his head, "Nah." He recalled the night not too long ago of a shoot-out. May have been yesterday. Time moved at a standstill here. "You?"
"Oh, no. I'd rather put a spear through my enemies," she said with a bit of a laugh, "no. You're not from here either, are you?"
Sun shook his head. "No. And you?"
Somehow, just like that. The duo continued through the city, during the night, sharing conversation.