Nothing about this pleased Sanzo. He felt something about this place, some odd power, and what power it was, but its source, its intent? Nothing. Not knowing put Sanzo even more on edge.
That horrible liquid from the vat was dripping from his hair, the damp strands more mud in color than gold in this pathetic, eerie light. Everything about this place was disturbing. Bodies in vats for who knows how long? Were his friends in these horrible vats? Something told him they weren't and even still, could he risk breaking them? For all he knew breaking glass could kill the occupants. Shit, this was fucked up.
Drip drip drip. Clothed or not, he still had to struggle not to shiver from the cold. Maybe using his arm warmers to get some of this off first would have been a good idea? He wasn't going to dwell on that slip up. It was better to dwell on how long he was going to crouch here, waiting. His legs were already going numb.
Sanzo suppressed a "tch" of annoyance and slowly rose to his feet, gun up, shoulder against the tank he hid behind, ready to punch a few holes in whoever showed up. If it was any of those three idiots, and they had left him there, he'd need to reload a few times to get his damned point across!
He backed up a foot or two farther before turning and circling around the vat, looking out into the darkness. This way and that, a sea of darkness and vats. He had no idea where to even start looking. Nothing about the figure in the vat he squished himself against suggested it was someone he knew.
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Date: Apr. 1st, 2016 07:28 am (UTC)That horrible liquid from the vat was dripping from his hair, the damp strands more mud in color than gold in this pathetic, eerie light. Everything about this place was disturbing. Bodies in vats for who knows how long? Were his friends in these horrible vats? Something told him they weren't and even still, could he risk breaking them? For all he knew breaking glass could kill the occupants. Shit, this was fucked up.
Drip drip drip. Clothed or not, he still had to struggle not to shiver from the cold. Maybe using his arm warmers to get some of this off first would have been a good idea? He wasn't going to dwell on that slip up. It was better to dwell on how long he was going to crouch here, waiting. His legs were already going numb.
Sanzo suppressed a "tch" of annoyance and slowly rose to his feet, gun up, shoulder against the tank he hid behind, ready to punch a few holes in whoever showed up. If it was any of those three idiots, and they had left him there, he'd need to reload a few times to get his damned point across!
He backed up a foot or two farther before turning and circling around the vat, looking out into the darkness. This way and that, a sea of darkness and vats. He had no idea where to even start looking. Nothing about the figure in the vat he squished himself against suggested it was someone he knew.
Fuck.