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paixaorpg2006-07-30 03:00 am
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Hacked [Active]
Character(s): Genjyo Sanzo, Cho Hakkai, Sha Gojyo, open to anyone
Content: Sanzo finds that his journal has been screwed over by an unknown hacker.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Monday afternoon.
Warnings: Cursing, most likely.
Sanzo nearly tossed the journal into a trashcan before he thought better of it. It'd had its uses - mostly for venting or weathering boredom, occassionally for keeping notes. It was also his only contact with the others currently... even if the damn thing had suddenly gone to hell. Up until his run-in with Lirin, it had been working fine.
And now it wasn't. Sanzo knew better than to pin this one on the youkai, however: while she was freakishly strong, she hadn't crushed the strange device. Surprisingly, all things considered. He might have stubbed a cigarette or two out on it, but the journal had withstood that.
No, something or someone else had gotten to it. He didn't care for the journal, but it pissed him off to know that someone had dared to mess with a belonging of his.
He'd been tempted to throw it away. The thing had stopped beeping, thankfully, but it was also useless now. A dead weight.
Sanzo held onto it still. There was that small chance that it would recover from whatever the hell had happened to it...
The monk flipped open the screen. Frowned at it. The thing hadn't changed for the better. Where there'd been a menu, along with some idiotic, random Paixao proverb, there was only gibberish. The strange symbols and numbers danced across the screen in scrolling lines. The priest could understand even less of it this time around.
He certainly didn't remember the text being in the neon rainbow range either. Somehow, it made it even more obnoxious than before.
The last message he'd been able to send had been to Hakkai, who'd told him to wait around the station for them. As if the priest should suddenly be at their beck and call. Sanzo grimaced. There was also the matter of Lirin - he had no doubt that she was still in the area. His escape from her would be completely pointless if she found him loitering around. And he had no desire to run into her again.
So Sanzo had been tempted to tell the healer to take his suggestion and shove it. He'd only just managed to restrain that urge when Hakkai promised to take care of Lirin. Whatever that entailed.
With a sigh of annoyance, he took a seat. And prepared to wait.
Sanzo's eyes flicked down to the journal. The monk could have sworn that he saw a smiley face flash past the screen.
Content: Sanzo finds that his journal has been screwed over by an unknown hacker.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Monday afternoon.
Warnings: Cursing, most likely.
Sanzo nearly tossed the journal into a trashcan before he thought better of it. It'd had its uses - mostly for venting or weathering boredom, occassionally for keeping notes. It was also his only contact with the others currently... even if the damn thing had suddenly gone to hell. Up until his run-in with Lirin, it had been working fine.
And now it wasn't. Sanzo knew better than to pin this one on the youkai, however: while she was freakishly strong, she hadn't crushed the strange device. Surprisingly, all things considered. He might have stubbed a cigarette or two out on it, but the journal had withstood that.
No, something or someone else had gotten to it. He didn't care for the journal, but it pissed him off to know that someone had dared to mess with a belonging of his.
He'd been tempted to throw it away. The thing had stopped beeping, thankfully, but it was also useless now. A dead weight.
Sanzo held onto it still. There was that small chance that it would recover from whatever the hell had happened to it...
The monk flipped open the screen. Frowned at it. The thing hadn't changed for the better. Where there'd been a menu, along with some idiotic, random Paixao proverb, there was only gibberish. The strange symbols and numbers danced across the screen in scrolling lines. The priest could understand even less of it this time around.
He certainly didn't remember the text being in the neon rainbow range either. Somehow, it made it even more obnoxious than before.
The last message he'd been able to send had been to Hakkai, who'd told him to wait around the station for them. As if the priest should suddenly be at their beck and call. Sanzo grimaced. There was also the matter of Lirin - he had no doubt that she was still in the area. His escape from her would be completely pointless if she found him loitering around. And he had no desire to run into her again.
So Sanzo had been tempted to tell the healer to take his suggestion and shove it. He'd only just managed to restrain that urge when Hakkai promised to take care of Lirin. Whatever that entailed.
With a sigh of annoyance, he took a seat. And prepared to wait.
Sanzo's eyes flicked down to the journal. The monk could have sworn that he saw a smiley face flash past the screen.
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It was a good question he proposed though. Just where was Goku? Did he not get transported to this weird place? Somehow, he doubted that the monkey could last very long at all on his own. How would he eat?
"Well, we should just keep a ear out for him, right? I mean, I imagine we'll be able to hear him whining even miles away, considering how hungry the saru must be at this point." Gojyo added, trying to lighten up the mood slightly. He wasn't very good when things got all serious.
Yes, he was worried though, and the fact that he was joking about it pratically proved it.