That response put Genjyo Sanzo above the buffoons Raistlin often dealt with.
Given the time to recover, Raistlin regained his breath. He straightened up -- at least, to his usual slouch -- breathing from a tiny bag of bitter herbs. It wasn't as effective as brewing it into a tea and drinking it, but it would help stave off another fit. At least, for a time.
He replaced the small pouch on his belt when Sanzo finished with his 'inventory'. The look he gave the priest was... at least grudgingly approving.
"Yes," he rasped out -- well, now Sanzo knew why he sounded like that! And he resumed leading the way. As they walked, the vats turned to gnarled, strangely terrifying trees. At some point, they were walking a forest path. The darkness between those trees was worse than before.
But within the Staff of Magius' light, Sanzo was safe enough. They passed through the Grove's insistent cameo into the CDC untouched.
Well, untouched for the most part.
Something below them had made a grab for one of Sanzo's boots at one point. It had slipped free at a sharp glance back from Raistlin.
Eventually, the trees parted and faded away again, and they came to a raised platform. Raistlin started up the steps, and as he did so, the portal at the top came to life. It was big enough for Jeep to drive through, were he here. Five different-colored dragon heads and necks created its border.
Nothing could be seen through the portal but swirling green chaos. Raistlin came to a halt before it, a breeze-that-wasn't rustling his robes and his long white hair. "And here we are," he said finally. "The big choice."
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2016 01:27 am (UTC)Given the time to recover, Raistlin regained his breath. He straightened up -- at least, to his usual slouch -- breathing from a tiny bag of bitter herbs. It wasn't as effective as brewing it into a tea and drinking it, but it would help stave off another fit. At least, for a time.
He replaced the small pouch on his belt when Sanzo finished with his 'inventory'. The look he gave the priest was... at least grudgingly approving.
"Yes," he rasped out -- well, now Sanzo knew why he sounded like that! And he resumed leading the way. As they walked, the vats turned to gnarled, strangely terrifying trees. At some point, they were walking a forest path. The darkness between those trees was worse than before.
But within the Staff of Magius' light, Sanzo was safe enough. They passed through the Grove's insistent cameo into the CDC untouched.
Well, untouched for the most part.
Something below them had made a grab for one of Sanzo's boots at one point. It had slipped free at a sharp glance back from Raistlin.
Eventually, the trees parted and faded away again, and they came to a raised platform. Raistlin started up the steps, and as he did so, the portal at the top came to life. It was big enough for Jeep to drive through, were he here. Five different-colored dragon heads and necks created its border.
Nothing could be seen through the portal but swirling green chaos. Raistlin came to a halt before it, a breeze-that-wasn't rustling his robes and his long white hair. "And here we are," he said finally. "The big choice."