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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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[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.