[ open log | week 18 day 5 ]
Who: Sanzo and whoever happens on his path. Feel free to poke in!
Where: Near Himorogi
When: Late afternoon
Style: Action
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Ah, cursing?
[ Completely unaware of the fact that he no longer walks on the face of his native world, Sanzo has merely gathered himself up from apparently a nice little nap in the long grasses that undulate like a sea of green and gold in the moisture rich breeze of... well, whatever this place is called, and arranged himself to continue his journey to west. He has exited the oasis and judged that, indeed, the terrain might even look familiar, he hasn't exactly been paying much attention to the landscape the last couple of days.
Never mind waking up outside when he distinctly remembers falling asleep in a room in one of those roadside ins. Never mind that he has seemed to lose three companions on the way.
Stranger things has happened before.
What makes his paranoia flare with full force is the fact that his injuries seem to have vanished to thin air. Ukoku, and the countless youkai before that, broken bones, bruises in internal organs, exhaustion even - all gone.
He keeps a steady pace and keeps heading west. It's where his purpose lie, in Hyoutou castle. The speed, the exercise, unforgiving stomp stomp of feet, it's all devised to keep his thoughts from the fact that those three are nowhere to be seen.
He is lighting another cigarette when he sees something emerge from behind the nearest sandy hill. A row of people, cattle, wagons pulled by mules, children running around, chains clinking, leather creaking.
What in the fucking-- It looks like a small village on wheels.
He pauses, seeing how their paths will eventually cross and choosing to wait instead. The strangely colourful band of wagons, animal and people approaches steadily, and when they're close enough to hear words in the general murmur of human voices, he realizes he doesn't understand a word they're saying. A small group of children emerges from the body of people and approaches him.
What rattles him the most, however, is the fact that all of those small bodies are very similar to his own in one crucial point. They all seem to have a chakra pinned on their foreheads. Earthy brown, but there...
What is this place? ]
Where: Near Himorogi
When: Late afternoon
Style: Action
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Ah, cursing?
[ Completely unaware of the fact that he no longer walks on the face of his native world, Sanzo has merely gathered himself up from apparently a nice little nap in the long grasses that undulate like a sea of green and gold in the moisture rich breeze of... well, whatever this place is called, and arranged himself to continue his journey to west. He has exited the oasis and judged that, indeed, the terrain might even look familiar, he hasn't exactly been paying much attention to the landscape the last couple of days.
Never mind waking up outside when he distinctly remembers falling asleep in a room in one of those roadside ins. Never mind that he has seemed to lose three companions on the way.
Stranger things has happened before.
What makes his paranoia flare with full force is the fact that his injuries seem to have vanished to thin air. Ukoku, and the countless youkai before that, broken bones, bruises in internal organs, exhaustion even - all gone.
He keeps a steady pace and keeps heading west. It's where his purpose lie, in Hyoutou castle. The speed, the exercise, unforgiving stomp stomp of feet, it's all devised to keep his thoughts from the fact that those three are nowhere to be seen.
He is lighting another cigarette when he sees something emerge from behind the nearest sandy hill. A row of people, cattle, wagons pulled by mules, children running around, chains clinking, leather creaking.
What in the fucking-- It looks like a small village on wheels.
He pauses, seeing how their paths will eventually cross and choosing to wait instead. The strangely colourful band of wagons, animal and people approaches steadily, and when they're close enough to hear words in the general murmur of human voices, he realizes he doesn't understand a word they're saying. A small group of children emerges from the body of people and approaches him.
What rattles him the most, however, is the fact that all of those small bodies are very similar to his own in one crucial point. They all seem to have a chakra pinned on their foreheads. Earthy brown, but there...
What is this place? ]