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thenearshore2018-05-09 07:54 pm
kokuyoyo) wrote in thenearshore2018-05-09 07:54 pm
won't you take me
Who: The Li Tieguai clusterfuck
What: Well, we're out of a shitty haunted forest, who wants dinner?
When: November 16, evening
Where: Li Tieguai's Temple
Usually, when there's some big nonsense in Heaven, Chikusa can be found out cold or "away" in his own head for most of the following couple of days afterwards... but that apparently only counts for event which involve people. Spending an entire day trekking through a possessed forest filled with violent plant-life and cultists is manageable.... somehow.
No matter how exhausted or injured anyone in the temple is, food still has to be made, and Hakka is in no condition to make it. Thus, dinner is being arranged by the other cook in the house, and invitations have been sent out to the relevant people Chikusa thinks care- namely Nanako and Ayumu, along with anyone they seek to bring. That doesn't mean people checking in on the Li Tieguai temple can't just waltz right into the dinner as well....
There's a lot to do in the time leading up to dinner, after all, depending on when people show up (or, you know, realize there's smells coming from the kitchen). Bon, the resident enormous Tibetan Mastiff, demands attention in the form of bodily flinging himself at people. There's a goat in the garden, tied away from all the important medical herbs. At least four different nekomata wander in and out of the temple ground whenever they please, including Pookie, the most permanent resident, and never shut up.... Not to mention that a Kung-Fu movie has been put on the television for people to watch.
There's also a sign on all entrances to the kitchen that says: CHO HAKKAI IS NOT ALLOWED TO COOK. Presumably Chikusa put it up while making direct eye contact with him.
Either way, mess around until dinner, have dinner, crash in the living room where another kung-fu movie has been put on again... Have fun.
Oh, and before it can be forgotten.... The dinner menu for the night is fritto misto, meaty Amatriciana sauce with bucatini noodles, and all the garlic bread in the world apparently. For dessert? Cannoli again. That... might be all he knows how to make on the dessert front.
What: Well, we're out of a shitty haunted forest, who wants dinner?
When: November 16, evening
Where: Li Tieguai's Temple
Usually, when there's some big nonsense in Heaven, Chikusa can be found out cold or "away" in his own head for most of the following couple of days afterwards... but that apparently only counts for event which involve people. Spending an entire day trekking through a possessed forest filled with violent plant-life and cultists is manageable.... somehow.
No matter how exhausted or injured anyone in the temple is, food still has to be made, and Hakka is in no condition to make it. Thus, dinner is being arranged by the other cook in the house, and invitations have been sent out to the relevant people Chikusa thinks care- namely Nanako and Ayumu, along with anyone they seek to bring. That doesn't mean people checking in on the Li Tieguai temple can't just waltz right into the dinner as well....
There's a lot to do in the time leading up to dinner, after all, depending on when people show up (or, you know, realize there's smells coming from the kitchen). Bon, the resident enormous Tibetan Mastiff, demands attention in the form of bodily flinging himself at people. There's a goat in the garden, tied away from all the important medical herbs. At least four different nekomata wander in and out of the temple ground whenever they please, including Pookie, the most permanent resident, and never shut up.... Not to mention that a Kung-Fu movie has been put on the television for people to watch.
There's also a sign on all entrances to the kitchen that says: CHO HAKKAI IS NOT ALLOWED TO COOK. Presumably Chikusa put it up while making direct eye contact with him.
Either way, mess around until dinner, have dinner, crash in the living room where another kung-fu movie has been put on again... Have fun.
Oh, and before it can be forgotten.... The dinner menu for the night is fritto misto, meaty Amatriciana sauce with bucatini noodles, and all the garlic bread in the world apparently. For dessert? Cannoli again. That... might be all he knows how to make on the dessert front.
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[She eyes Bon somewhat critically. Is he untrained? Is he too old to be trained? Ayumu had done well enough with the puppies at training recently but she's hardly an expert. Too bad she doesn't have any food on her right now, otherwise she'd make an attempt.]
Do you know much about him? If anyone's tried to train him?
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[ The extent to Gojyo's knowledge of Bon is that he takes shits the size of Gojyo's forearm and he weighs about as much as a car. Gojyo shakes his head. ]
He listens to Hakkai, but I don't think that's training so much as self-preservation. [ On screen, the hero is surrounded by enemies who politely one by one step forward to attack him. Gojyo snorts -- would it have killed them to make it slightly more realistic? ] I'm pretty sure he just does what he wants.
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[It might be something to keep Gojyo out of trouble, she thinks. Whenever he feels up to the task. And there's always the puppy idea. Yes, she's still stuck on that but she turns her attention to what's happening on screen.]
I don't get it. Why aren't they swarming him from all sides? Or at least, flanking him when they attack? They're not very smart.
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Either way, Gojyo's clearly not fond of the dog, and the feeling is apparently mutual. Bon's ear flicks once as Gojyo speaks, but otherwise he's entirely ignored, even as he leans forward to point at the screen. ]
Because that guy there needs to look like the baddest asshole who ever threw a punch, and he can't do that fighting enemies who know what they're doing.
[ He might not have a high opinion of this movie. ]
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[A fragile, thin-skinned man who needs his opponents to give him a handicap so he can look more powerful than he is or a squad too stupid to carry out a coordinated assault on one enemy? No, thank you.
Ayumu points to the hero.]
His stance isn't bad but he wastes too much energy and time being flashy. One swift, solid strike to his chest in the right place could stop his heart and kill him. Or at least, slow him down enough to get in position to snap his neck.
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[ Things Gojyo loves about Ayumu (yes, loves, shut up, it's not like that): how absolutely uncompromising she is when it comes to fighting. He's pretty sure that she was military -- old fashioned military, maybe, given that she doesn't know a lot of the modern stuff they've seen in the living world, but still. She was a general or a master spy or something, and it's awesome.
For one thing, it makes her amazing to watch kung fu movies with. ]
They don't even need to kill him. There, see? [ A group of opponants charges the hero, but then they pause at the last second to attack him one at a time. ] Rush him and he'd go right down. Then they could drag him off and throw him out of town or whatever.
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[There's an odd detached quality to her tone as she says this, as if she's in the process of recalling something else. It quickly passes though and she points to the enemies attacking.]
They're not using their weapons very well either. See that chain? Wrapping that around an arm or a leg would make it very difficult for him to escape. They could easily bind him so he can't move and carry him away. They have the manpower. Killing him would be an extreme response, I suppose.
[Sanzang had been gently weaning her away from the 'murder as the first and best opton' outlook and she was making some headway but it's still very much a work-in-progress. Now that she's gone and without further guidance, Ayumu might not be able to progress much further on her own.]
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[ He notices the brief pause, but says nothing. He hasn't asked her to talk about what happened at the bar, and he's got no intention of ever doing so. If she wants him to know what happened, she'll tell him. He's sure as hell not going to bring it up.
And if she's good talking about one person being ganged up on, then they'll talk about that! He nods, watching the chain work closely. The guy swinging it around doesn't really seem to know what he's doing -- he's going for a head shot, which just seems like a waste of effort to Gojyo. Wouldn't aiming for an arm or leg be a better idea? Not that he's ever fought with a chain, but it seems like the best choice. ]
It's harder not to kill. I figure that makes it somethin' better fighters would do. [ He chuckles a bit, at himself. ] Only us lazy fucks kill everyone.