a new arrival!
Who: Sha Gojyo (onehotkappa) and OPEN
When: Tonight, after the sirens go off.
Where: The baseball diamond.
Summary: Gojyo arrives in the city.
Warnings: Ohgod. Nakedness. Language. Blood. Fighting? Idk. tl;dr?
Note: Brackets, prose, long tags, short tags; it's all good. I started off with prose, but don't let that stop you from replying however you want. I'll follow suit. /o/
With some effort, and one near-accident when Gojyo nearly fell over from the blood loss (and Hakkai got him back on his feet again, arm steady around his waist and helping him into Jeep), they all managed to get to the next town over. None of them had died yet, though that was more out of spite than anything at this point; and without Jeep's help, there was no doubt that they would never have made it this far. Camping out when they were injured always sucked, and Gojyo could almost admit to being grateful for the flying reptile slash automobile.
At least to himself. He'd never say anything like that out loud.
Thankfully, few questions were asked as they arrived at the inn. Travelling was dangerous these days after all, and the innkeeper simply handed them clean bandages and promised to heat up some leftovers from dinner. And then they were all too busy washing off blood to talk much, helping each other wrap up the wounds ("shit, not that fucking tight, you useless monkey. You're supposed to stop the bleeding, not cut off all bloodflow!") and generally just being relieved that yeah, they made it. This time, too.
Satisfied that he was no longer gushing red everywhere, Gojyo dumped his torn clothes in a corner and headed for the bathroom. It was fucking weird: They'd just been fighting the biggest asshole they'd run into so far, and the first thing his body wanted once he got to safety was to take a goddamn piss. Not that he minded. He heard Sanzo hit Goku over the head, and it all felt so normal, he'd be grinning if walking didn't hurt so much. Nothing had changed (or, not much anyway), and they finally had the monk back.
Not that he'd missed him.
Gojyo sighed, closing his eyes as he stepped in front of the toilet, relieving himself. Just some food and some sleep now, and maybe find a hot woman tomorrow. Yeah, that'd be nice. And as hurt as they were, Sanzo couldn't insist that they move on right away. He'd have time, and it'd been too fucking long. He couldn't even remember. The Sha Gojyo couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten some. He'd definitely earned it by now.
Maybe he should wait a little while though, because the blood loss was still making him feel dizzy. He had to squeeze his eyes tighter shut for a moment until the feeling passed, and then goosebumps started appearing all over his skin. It shouldn't be that cold inside. Maybe he should sit down. He reached forward to flush the toilet, fumbling around a little, and then opened his eyes when his hand only hit air.
Then he stopped. He looked around slowly. And stared.
Where the fuck had the bathroom gone.
It was several more moments before Gojyo realised he was gaping. At least that explained the cold, he thought. If only it explained anything else. An illusion? Had that shitty youkai appeared and trapped him in his world again? Yeah, that had to be it. Except, didn't he have to look into your eyes for that or something? And if he was trapped there, then where the fuck was that bastard?
He was staring directly at a heavily graffitied wall, and turning around only revealed a large and empty arena: no youkai, no monks, no foreign priests, no one who could have done this to him. And worst of all, there was still no bathroom, and Hakkai, Goku and Sanzo were nowhere in sight.
Gojyo didn't move for several minutes, until the sound of running footsteps reached him, and he noticed someone hurrying in his direction. Feeling more than a little pissed off, Gojyo let his shakujo appear in his hand. He didn't know who that person was, but if this was an illusion, then the first person who appeared would be the culprit.
It was time to get some goddamn answers.
When: Tonight, after the sirens go off.
Where: The baseball diamond.
Summary: Gojyo arrives in the city.
Warnings: Ohgod. Nakedness. Language. Blood. Fighting? Idk. tl;dr?
Note: Brackets, prose, long tags, short tags; it's all good. I started off with prose, but don't let that stop you from replying however you want. I'll follow suit. /o/
With some effort, and one near-accident when Gojyo nearly fell over from the blood loss (and Hakkai got him back on his feet again, arm steady around his waist and helping him into Jeep), they all managed to get to the next town over. None of them had died yet, though that was more out of spite than anything at this point; and without Jeep's help, there was no doubt that they would never have made it this far. Camping out when they were injured always sucked, and Gojyo could almost admit to being grateful for the flying reptile slash automobile.
At least to himself. He'd never say anything like that out loud.
Thankfully, few questions were asked as they arrived at the inn. Travelling was dangerous these days after all, and the innkeeper simply handed them clean bandages and promised to heat up some leftovers from dinner. And then they were all too busy washing off blood to talk much, helping each other wrap up the wounds ("shit, not that fucking tight, you useless monkey. You're supposed to stop the bleeding, not cut off all bloodflow!") and generally just being relieved that yeah, they made it. This time, too.
Satisfied that he was no longer gushing red everywhere, Gojyo dumped his torn clothes in a corner and headed for the bathroom. It was fucking weird: They'd just been fighting the biggest asshole they'd run into so far, and the first thing his body wanted once he got to safety was to take a goddamn piss. Not that he minded. He heard Sanzo hit Goku over the head, and it all felt so normal, he'd be grinning if walking didn't hurt so much. Nothing had changed (or, not much anyway), and they finally had the monk back.
Not that he'd missed him.
Gojyo sighed, closing his eyes as he stepped in front of the toilet, relieving himself. Just some food and some sleep now, and maybe find a hot woman tomorrow. Yeah, that'd be nice. And as hurt as they were, Sanzo couldn't insist that they move on right away. He'd have time, and it'd been too fucking long. He couldn't even remember. The Sha Gojyo couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten some. He'd definitely earned it by now.
Maybe he should wait a little while though, because the blood loss was still making him feel dizzy. He had to squeeze his eyes tighter shut for a moment until the feeling passed, and then goosebumps started appearing all over his skin. It shouldn't be that cold inside. Maybe he should sit down. He reached forward to flush the toilet, fumbling around a little, and then opened his eyes when his hand only hit air.
Then he stopped. He looked around slowly. And stared.
Where the fuck had the bathroom gone.
It was several more moments before Gojyo realised he was gaping. At least that explained the cold, he thought. If only it explained anything else. An illusion? Had that shitty youkai appeared and trapped him in his world again? Yeah, that had to be it. Except, didn't he have to look into your eyes for that or something? And if he was trapped there, then where the fuck was that bastard?
He was staring directly at a heavily graffitied wall, and turning around only revealed a large and empty arena: no youkai, no monks, no foreign priests, no one who could have done this to him. And worst of all, there was still no bathroom, and Hakkai, Goku and Sanzo were nowhere in sight.
Gojyo didn't move for several minutes, until the sound of running footsteps reached him, and he noticed someone hurrying in his direction. Feeling more than a little pissed off, Gojyo let his shakujo appear in his hand. He didn't know who that person was, but if this was an illusion, then the first person who appeared would be the culprit.
It was time to get some goddamn answers.