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Who: Genjo Sanzo and Sha Gojyo
What: Gojyo wakes up having been assigned Sanzo as a god.
When: October 9th, the day before the Four Dead Gods event
Where: Sanzo's temple
Warnings: Will update
[ Gojyo rolls over with a groan, wincing slightly as the sutures for his new arm rub, searching for a cool spot on his pillow while simultaneously trying to burrow further into the warmth of the blankets. October is such a frustrating time to try and sleep -- nothing is ever the right temperature, the wind gives him weird dreams, and his damn dog keeps insisting on sleeping on his knees.
Wait, no. That's just the blankets.
...Wait. When did he get extra blankets?
When did he get a mattress?!
He's up and on his feet in an instant, naked and bleary in the dim early morning light. He doesn't recognize a single thing in this room (and his lack of headache tells him this isn't just an embarrassing hungover morning after). This isn't a forgotten booty call, then. What...?
And then he sees the red 5 on the back of his hand, and everything solidifies into a terrible kind of sense. He's been named. ]
Where are you?!
[ He doesn't bother with shoes, doesn't even bother with clothes. Instead he kicks open his bedroom door with the very angry bare sole of his very angry foot, and storms his very angry ass out into the temple, shouting at the top of his lungs. ]
Show yourself!
What: Gojyo wakes up having been assigned Sanzo as a god.
When: October 9th, the day before the Four Dead Gods event
Where: Sanzo's temple
Warnings: Will update
[ Gojyo rolls over with a groan, wincing slightly as the sutures for his new arm rub, searching for a cool spot on his pillow while simultaneously trying to burrow further into the warmth of the blankets. October is such a frustrating time to try and sleep -- nothing is ever the right temperature, the wind gives him weird dreams, and his damn dog keeps insisting on sleeping on his knees.
Wait, no. That's just the blankets.
...Wait. When did he get extra blankets?
When did he get a mattress?!
He's up and on his feet in an instant, naked and bleary in the dim early morning light. He doesn't recognize a single thing in this room (and his lack of headache tells him this isn't just an embarrassing hungover morning after). This isn't a forgotten booty call, then. What...?
And then he sees the red 5 on the back of his hand, and everything solidifies into a terrible kind of sense. He's been named. ]
Where are you?!
[ He doesn't bother with shoes, doesn't even bother with clothes. Instead he kicks open his bedroom door with the very angry bare sole of his very angry foot, and storms his very angry ass out into the temple, shouting at the top of his lungs. ]
Show yourself!