[Action/Accidental Audio]
[Gojyo wakes up, groaning a little and rubbing at the wound underneath the bandages on his chest and his shirt, even though he knows he shouldn't. He blinks up at the ceiling and tilts his head almost comically with a confused look on his face. What a weird roof...and what a weird...chair?
He gets up and looks up and down the bus before spotting the door and heading outside. This...doesn't look like the last village they are supposed to be staying in. And judging by the pictures on the travel guide, not the next village either. What the fuck is going on?]
Yo, stinking monk, monkey boy, Hakkai! Where the fuck are you guys?!
[No answer. He looks back into the empty bus and wonders if he should stay there, and finally spots the backpack. He picks it up and looks inside. Only the communicator catches his attention and fiddles with it but soon gives up and drops it back into the bag. If he woke up next to it, then it must be his, right? Or one of the other's. He shoulders the bag and heads outside.]
[Audio On (accidentally).]
[There's silence as Gojyo walks down the street thinking he'd find the inn or the pub or something. Sanzo's such a fucking celebrity those places should have someone who knows where the rest of the ikkou are, right? Right. Before he can get more than a couple of blocks down the road though, he gives a loud yelp as three Skeletons jump out of the shadows and in front of him.]
Oh boy, you've got to be kidding me. This is a nightmare, right?
[But apparently not as the first Skeleton that lunges for his arm and he barely side-steps feels very real and un-dream-like. His shakujou is out in a flash and anyone listening to the radio will only get the sound of metal hitting bare bones.]
He gets up and looks up and down the bus before spotting the door and heading outside. This...doesn't look like the last village they are supposed to be staying in. And judging by the pictures on the travel guide, not the next village either. What the fuck is going on?]
Yo, stinking monk, monkey boy, Hakkai! Where the fuck are you guys?!
[No answer. He looks back into the empty bus and wonders if he should stay there, and finally spots the backpack. He picks it up and looks inside. Only the communicator catches his attention and fiddles with it but soon gives up and drops it back into the bag. If he woke up next to it, then it must be his, right? Or one of the other's. He shoulders the bag and heads outside.]
[Audio On (accidentally).]
[There's silence as Gojyo walks down the street thinking he'd find the inn or the pub or something. Sanzo's such a fucking celebrity those places should have someone who knows where the rest of the ikkou are, right? Right. Before he can get more than a couple of blocks down the road though, he gives a loud yelp as three Skeletons jump out of the shadows and in front of him.]
Oh boy, you've got to be kidding me. This is a nightmare, right?
[But apparently not as the first Skeleton that lunges for his arm and he barely side-steps feels very real and un-dream-like. His shakujou is out in a flash and anyone listening to the radio will only get the sound of metal hitting bare bones.]