[God Training] [ Genjo Sanzo, 31st of China, has had enough of gods. Gods sent him on his journey. Gods tried to murder him. Gods swept him up and tried to play pretend that he was, in fact, going to be a god himself. Patience entirely exceeded by the sheer absurdity of this concept, he’s not going to play along with it. It’s not worth trying to make sense of right now.
So when they’re encouraged to talk among themselves, Sanzo’s headed out. ]
Goddamn bullshit is what this is. [ The words carry, sounding about as rough and dire as his mood was right then. It probably doesn’t help that he’s not at his best at the moment, not the steadiest after having gotten the worse end of an encounter with a war god not long before this new farce began. ]
[Rest & Refreshments] [ Sanzo keeps to himself outside, off out of the way, sitting with his back to an ornamental statue, keeping line of sight on the refreshments. He’s decidedly out of sorts and looking altogether disreputable- there’s still blood on his robe, even- for the priest that he is or the god he’s been told he’s supposed to be, glaring at everyone in a way that had to be purposely intended to ward people off.
If his idiot team ended up here, this is where he’s going to end up catching sight of the bastards. Even bad food would lure Goku into its orbit, and probably Gojyo, too. Hakkai, if he wasn’t already with the others, would probably just turn up with some passive aggressive insult whenever he damn well pleased at some inconvenient time. (Who knew what happened with Sharak and her people. Had they been caught up in whatever this was, too?)
When his team finally does show their faces, he decides, he’s going to shoot them for being so much trouble. ]
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[ Genjo Sanzo, 31st of China, has had enough of gods. Gods sent him on his journey. Gods tried to murder him. Gods swept him up and tried to play pretend that he was, in fact, going to be a god himself. Patience entirely exceeded by the sheer absurdity of this concept, he’s not going to play along with it. It’s not worth trying to make sense of right now.
So when they’re encouraged to talk among themselves, Sanzo’s headed out. ]
Goddamn bullshit is what this is. [ The words carry, sounding about as rough and dire as his mood was right then. It probably doesn’t help that he’s not at his best at the moment, not the steadiest after having gotten the worse end of an encounter with a war god not long before this new farce began. ]
[Rest & Refreshments]
[ Sanzo keeps to himself outside, off out of the way, sitting with his back to an ornamental statue, keeping line of sight on the refreshments. He’s decidedly out of sorts and looking altogether disreputable- there’s still blood on his robe, even- for the priest that he is or the god he’s been told he’s supposed to be, glaring at everyone in a way that had to be purposely intended to ward people off.
If his idiot team ended up here, this is where he’s going to end up catching sight of the bastards. Even bad food would lure Goku into its orbit, and probably Gojyo, too. Hakkai, if he wasn’t already with the others, would probably just turn up with some passive aggressive insult whenever he damn well pleased at some inconvenient time. (Who knew what happened with Sharak and her people. Had they been caught up in whatever this was, too?)
When his team finally does show their faces, he decides, he’s going to shoot them for being so much trouble. ]