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paixaorpg2006-01-26 04:18 pm
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See no Evi-- Food [Closed, so I can go bother emoboy Sasuke and Tidus]
Character(s): Goku
Content: Obligatory entrance/recap post.
Setting: Joutenheim, the snazzy giantriffic gate.
Time: Morning, Day 2.
Warnings: Hungry monkeys abound. Or at least one of them.
And so it was that Goku found himself perplexed once more: he was lost in the majestic state of confusion, wandering the beaches and streams of metaphor, wishing he knew what was going on. This was not unusual. The circumstances, however, were.
Goku had been awakened from his slumber by the grumbling of his stomach and pangs of hunger. Driven by this urge, he had stumbled out of his bed and dressed, yawning and grumbling. Goku had then entered the shadowy corridors of the temple, quietly sneaking towards the kitchen in hopes of 'liberating' a late night snack before any monks could catch him. (They were jerks, and didn’t like him. They never fed him enough, either. Never.)
The next thing he knew, however, he was somewhere else.
The 'else' referred to a gigantic gate, flanked on both sides by two giants who were frozen in the midst of battle. Their weapons were raised, ready to strike out at their opponents. Tense and wary, they glared at each other with fierce hawk-like gazes which penetrated the air and struck at the soul like bullets.
It was all really cool looking, and Goku could recognize and respect that. He didn’t really care, though.
"I’m hungry...!" he moaned. Goku had gotten out of bed for food, not for strange gates. Meatbuns! Rice! Cabbage rolls! Not giants! It was the sort of thing that Hakkai would like, though, or Sanzo. (The over-analytical sorts of people, that is to say. The ones who thought too much.)
Goku then paused as a thought occurred to him.
Sanzo. If Goku had been randomly teleported here, then...Sanzo.
Ignoring the line entirely, Goku instead opted to hurry towards the gate, calling out Sanzo’s name as he went. "Sanzo! Sanzo! Are you here?!" He paused, and shot out into the dark. "Hakkai! Gojyo!" It wasn’t impossible that they showed up: after all, he was heading to the kitchen and found giants instead. And it would be nice to have people he knew around. (Actually, Goku would have been comforted even if the likes of...say...Kimura Yukio, the jerk who handled the calligraphy for the temple, showed up. But Goku wouldn’t admit that to anyone, himself included.)
Goku had, of course, no luck.
It wasn’t until he was about to enter the city proper that Goku noticed that the line had a purpose, and that purpose involved a booth. And, well, maybe the booth people knew something: they looked knowledgable, despite being a bit...strange.
So back Goku went, entering the rear of the line again. (He would’ve cut in front and shouted apologies, and was going to do so, but among the numbers of people streaming into Paixao were people with large weapons. Goku wasn’t afraid of a fight, but he didn’t really like the thought of running from an angry mob. For one thing, Sanzo would yell at him.) He fidgeted and shuffled and whimpered as his stomach burbled and groaned. He waited rather impatiently, and finally was rewarded by eventually reaching the head of the line.
"Welcome to Paixao!" uttered the man at the booth, staring at Goku with uncanny blue eyes.
It was discomforting, but Goku pressed bravely on. "I’m looking for my friend! He’s called Sa—"
"Name?" the man interrupted, cutting off Goku’s speech as abruptly as an axe to wood.
"That’s what I’m trying to tell you! His name is Sanzo and I—"
"Your name?" the man amended, and this time the cut-off was like a broadsword to butter.
Pause. Goku could sense when to retreat and regroup. "Goku? Son Goku. But it's really important! My friend's here and I...!"
In terms of getting answers, things quickly went downhill from there.
On the debatably bright side, Goku emerged on the other side of the gate armed with some strange box and a handful of questions which still needed answering. (More so a small army, really, if one were being honest.)
Content: Obligatory entrance/recap post.
Setting: Joutenheim, the snazzy giantriffic gate.
Time: Morning, Day 2.
Warnings: Hungry monkeys abound. Or at least one of them.
And so it was that Goku found himself perplexed once more: he was lost in the majestic state of confusion, wandering the beaches and streams of metaphor, wishing he knew what was going on. This was not unusual. The circumstances, however, were.
Goku had been awakened from his slumber by the grumbling of his stomach and pangs of hunger. Driven by this urge, he had stumbled out of his bed and dressed, yawning and grumbling. Goku had then entered the shadowy corridors of the temple, quietly sneaking towards the kitchen in hopes of 'liberating' a late night snack before any monks could catch him. (They were jerks, and didn’t like him. They never fed him enough, either. Never.)
The next thing he knew, however, he was somewhere else.
The 'else' referred to a gigantic gate, flanked on both sides by two giants who were frozen in the midst of battle. Their weapons were raised, ready to strike out at their opponents. Tense and wary, they glared at each other with fierce hawk-like gazes which penetrated the air and struck at the soul like bullets.
It was all really cool looking, and Goku could recognize and respect that. He didn’t really care, though.
"I’m hungry...!" he moaned. Goku had gotten out of bed for food, not for strange gates. Meatbuns! Rice! Cabbage rolls! Not giants! It was the sort of thing that Hakkai would like, though, or Sanzo. (The over-analytical sorts of people, that is to say. The ones who thought too much.)
Goku then paused as a thought occurred to him.
Sanzo. If Goku had been randomly teleported here, then...Sanzo.
Ignoring the line entirely, Goku instead opted to hurry towards the gate, calling out Sanzo’s name as he went. "Sanzo! Sanzo! Are you here?!" He paused, and shot out into the dark. "Hakkai! Gojyo!" It wasn’t impossible that they showed up: after all, he was heading to the kitchen and found giants instead. And it would be nice to have people he knew around. (Actually, Goku would have been comforted even if the likes of...say...Kimura Yukio, the jerk who handled the calligraphy for the temple, showed up. But Goku wouldn’t admit that to anyone, himself included.)
Goku had, of course, no luck.
It wasn’t until he was about to enter the city proper that Goku noticed that the line had a purpose, and that purpose involved a booth. And, well, maybe the booth people knew something: they looked knowledgable, despite being a bit...strange.
So back Goku went, entering the rear of the line again. (He would’ve cut in front and shouted apologies, and was going to do so, but among the numbers of people streaming into Paixao were people with large weapons. Goku wasn’t afraid of a fight, but he didn’t really like the thought of running from an angry mob. For one thing, Sanzo would yell at him.) He fidgeted and shuffled and whimpered as his stomach burbled and groaned. He waited rather impatiently, and finally was rewarded by eventually reaching the head of the line.
"Welcome to Paixao!" uttered the man at the booth, staring at Goku with uncanny blue eyes.
It was discomforting, but Goku pressed bravely on. "I’m looking for my friend! He’s called Sa—"
"Name?" the man interrupted, cutting off Goku’s speech as abruptly as an axe to wood.
"That’s what I’m trying to tell you! His name is Sanzo and I—"
"Your name?" the man amended, and this time the cut-off was like a broadsword to butter.
Pause. Goku could sense when to retreat and regroup. "Goku? Son Goku. But it's really important! My friend's here and I...!"
In terms of getting answers, things quickly went downhill from there.
On the debatably bright side, Goku emerged on the other side of the gate armed with some strange box and a handful of questions which still needed answering. (More so a small army, really, if one were being honest.)