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thenearshore2016-08-20 04:01 pm
existentialcrisis) wrote in thenearshore2016-08-20 04:01 pm
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Who: Sanzo (bad) and Sanzo (worst)
Where: a grove somewhere in the Far Shore
When: April 17
What: words
Warnings: n/a (p…robably)
[ There is always at least one crow in the cherry tree grove Sanzo likes, day or night. They've seen him talking to people he knows; they've watched him read. On this particular evening they're not needed here—they're in the trees along the way to Menrva's temple, instead, watching the path.
Ukoku waits in the grove. He's dressed in most of his priest's regalia, minus the crown, his sutra laid across his shoulders. Until now it's mostly been hidden in the ribcage of a monkey skeleton propped up in the entrance hall of his temple. He's sitting under a tree in the middle of the grove, a conspicuous shadow, occupying himself with a stag beetle crawling across his knuckles. ]
Where: a grove somewhere in the Far Shore
When: April 17
What: words
Warnings: n/a (p…robably)
[ There is always at least one crow in the cherry tree grove Sanzo likes, day or night. They've seen him talking to people he knows; they've watched him read. On this particular evening they're not needed here—they're in the trees along the way to Menrva's temple, instead, watching the path.
Ukoku waits in the grove. He's dressed in most of his priest's regalia, minus the crown, his sutra laid across his shoulders. Until now it's mostly been hidden in the ribcage of a monkey skeleton propped up in the entrance hall of his temple. He's sitting under a tree in the middle of the grove, a conspicuous shadow, occupying himself with a stag beetle crawling across his knuckles. ]
no subject
It's a line of thought he can't pursue, knocked off balance by the question. His eyes widen slightly. ] No.
[ Of course, he couldn't. ]
When I found myself here, it was on my shoulders. It's heavier than it looks.
no subject
[ A pause, and he props himself up on his elbows. ]
I think it's good that you're here, so I won't risk saying more, but your connection to it should be more like muscle memory than anything else. They might be able to neutralize it, whoever they are, but not completely.