Intro || No Event || BYOA

[hereticprince]

Sanzo groaned when he opened his eyes and got an eyeful of his own reflection. Why were there mirrors on the ceiling? What the hell kind of place had they stopped at last night? He didn't remember the mirrors, but then again he really hadn't been paying much attention before he collapsed onto the bed. Wait... Where was Goku? The monkey had gotten

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[candidate_no_12]

"Your companions are not here right now," The eye-patched man, who was completely naked and doused in thick gobs of caramel, stated with lusty menace. "However, I am." He grinned at the robed man.

[hereticprince]

Violet gaze shifted to the stranger -- and Sanzo stared blankly. What the hell? First mirrors on the ceiling, now a naked guy with what appeared to be caramel all over him? And he was grinning. That was... disturbing. He hadn't been awake long enough to deal with this kind of shit yet.

Or ever, really.

Finally, he looked away, sighing inwardly. "Why do I attract these types?"

[candidate_no_12]

He seemed rather disappointed at the robed man's reserved reaction. His sugary exhibitionism had fallen flat on this one, and he returned the blonde's inward sigh with a rather glum stare.

"Have you been castrated? Or are you always flaccid?" he asked in his blunt, coarse manner.

[hereticprince]

That had him looking back at the other man, expression torn between dismay and annoyance. "...are you serious?" It was the only thing he could think to ask.

[candidate_no_12]

"No, of course not, young man," the caramel-coated elder chuckled. He offered the other a sticky, messy hand. "I'm Wrath. And you would be?"

[hereticprince]

Sanzo wasn't sure if he should take Wrath seriously or not. When he offered his hand, he glanced down at it, dismay winning over the annoyance. He did not want to end up sticky. Wasn't it bad enough he was usually covered in blood and dirt? Not that he would have taken the proffered hand anyway. He didn't do niceties and politeness unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then it was clearly forced. "Sanzo," he introduced in return.

[candidate_no_12]

The other was not polite, as he did not take his hand. Well, that made things even easier.

"Then, Sanzo. Get ready," was the only thing Wrath said before his right eye started to glow like mad, as he hurled his sticky, filthy body at the robed one at ludicrous speed, an evil, sex-hungry grin plastered on his face.

[hereticprince]

Shit! Should have taken him seriously. Sanzo tsk'd as he moved to leap back, surprisingly unhindered despite his robes.

[candidate_no_12]

Wrath crashed onto the floor, unsticking himself very quickly. He stood up, still grinning.

"You're fast. Are you this fast in bed, Sanzo?" he asked, still that predatory tone edging his rough voice.

[hereticprince]

"Tch." That was all the response Sanzo intended to give him. Reaching inside his robes, he pulled out his Banishing Gun and firmly pointed it at Wrath. Although he didn't look to be a demon and therefore couldn't be banished, getting shot would still hurt like hell.

[candidate_no_12]

When the blonde-haired man had pulled out his gun and pointed it at him, the Homunculus pulled out his sword from---it must have been from up his ass, because there was nowhere else to put it. He was no longer grinning.

[hereticprince]

Okay, where had he gotten the sword from? No, never mind, Sanzo didn't really want to know. What he did want to know was why he kept running into complete lunatics who were either revenge crazed or thought they were gods.

He didn't move, keeping the gun aimed at Wrath.

[candidate_no_12]

And Wrath kept his sticky hand on his sword. He was so full of aphrodisiacs, he did not want a fight, and was very un-wrathful at the moment. He waited for the blonde to make his move.

[hereticprince]

Sanzo had no intention of being the first to strike. He'd taken the gun out in self-defense, and even though Wrath wasn't moving either he didn't want to put it away yet. The air was thick with tension, just waiting for a spark to ignite the inferno.

[candidate_no_12]

Finally, sticky broke the silence, still with his sword drawn.

"Well...? Are you going to shoot or not?"

[hereticprince]

"Do you really want me to shoot you?" Sanzo shifted his weight the slightest bit.