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paixaorpg2006-05-04 11:57 am
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Patience is a Virtue [Solo/Completed]
Character(s); Genjo Sanzo, random NPC
Content; Sanzo gets to the window and tries to find some information about the place and his companions. "Try" being the keyword
Setting; Joutenheim gates still.
Time; Sunday - afternoon.
Warnings; None.
It was his turn - finally - to approach the window. Behind the counter sat a non-descript teller, perched on a stool, and crowded with papers. He favored the priest with a wan smile. Sanzo didn't return it.
"Welcom---" the teller began. It was the beginning of a practiced speech that Sanzo didn't particularly care to hear. He got to the point quickly;
"This place. What is it?"
"Paixao," the man said pleasantly. As if that made perfect sense. "Your name, please?"
"Where in China or India is this?" Sanzo demanded.
"Paixao is Paixao. Name?"
A brief silence.
"Name?" the teller repeated.
"High Priest Genjyo Sanzo."
He watched the almost mechanical scrawl of the man's hand, as it scrawled his name across the appropriate line. Usually there was some form of reaction to the title: either simpering reverence or death threats, depending on who heard.
Yet there was nothing from this man. Sanzo had the nagging suspicion that he'd have gotten the same reaction - or lack thereof - if the gods themselves had descended on the teller from the heavens, complete with an entourage of worshippers and a guarantee towards nirvana.
This was not just a matter of a bored employee. There was something wrong with this man. It reminded him oddly enough of a puppet going through the motions of its master.
As soon as he finished the last stroke, the man reached into a box, withdrawing a bundle with a certain finality. Clearly, their business was about to be concluded. Sanzo held his ground a little longer, even though a good part of him knew he was only further wasting his time. It irked him to do this but....
"Have any of my... companions passed through here?" Sanzo bit the last part out. He was being generous.
"Names?"
"Son Goku, Cho Hakkai, Sha Gojyo."
A finger moved down the long list. Lifted up a page, and then another, before stopping near the bottom.
"Cho Hakkai," he said. "Passed through these gates days ago. Please move forward."
"What about the others?"
"Their names are not on my list. You'll have to check with the other gates."
And to add insult to injury, the teller all but dumped a strange, retangular device - as well as a few flyers - into the priest's arms. As if he were nothing more than a tourist.
"Next!" The teller called out.
Content; Sanzo gets to the window and tries to find some information about the place and his companions. "Try" being the keyword
Setting; Joutenheim gates still.
Time; Sunday - afternoon.
Warnings; None.
It was his turn - finally - to approach the window. Behind the counter sat a non-descript teller, perched on a stool, and crowded with papers. He favored the priest with a wan smile. Sanzo didn't return it.
"Welcom---" the teller began. It was the beginning of a practiced speech that Sanzo didn't particularly care to hear. He got to the point quickly;
"This place. What is it?"
"Paixao," the man said pleasantly. As if that made perfect sense. "Your name, please?"
"Where in China or India is this?" Sanzo demanded.
"Paixao is Paixao. Name?"
A brief silence.
"Name?" the teller repeated.
"High Priest Genjyo Sanzo."
He watched the almost mechanical scrawl of the man's hand, as it scrawled his name across the appropriate line. Usually there was some form of reaction to the title: either simpering reverence or death threats, depending on who heard.
Yet there was nothing from this man. Sanzo had the nagging suspicion that he'd have gotten the same reaction - or lack thereof - if the gods themselves had descended on the teller from the heavens, complete with an entourage of worshippers and a guarantee towards nirvana.
This was not just a matter of a bored employee. There was something wrong with this man. It reminded him oddly enough of a puppet going through the motions of its master.
As soon as he finished the last stroke, the man reached into a box, withdrawing a bundle with a certain finality. Clearly, their business was about to be concluded. Sanzo held his ground a little longer, even though a good part of him knew he was only further wasting his time. It irked him to do this but....
"Have any of my... companions passed through here?" Sanzo bit the last part out. He was being generous.
"Names?"
"Son Goku, Cho Hakkai, Sha Gojyo."
A finger moved down the long list. Lifted up a page, and then another, before stopping near the bottom.
"Cho Hakkai," he said. "Passed through these gates days ago. Please move forward."
"What about the others?"
"Their names are not on my list. You'll have to check with the other gates."
And to add insult to injury, the teller all but dumped a strange, retangular device - as well as a few flyers - into the priest's arms. As if he were nothing more than a tourist.
"Next!" The teller called out.