Recent test rp
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badly_behaved_priest((OOC: This is to test how I rp the character and to act as an rp sample for an application! With help from my roommate amberdrake on another account magus_majere! ))
Damp and cold, seated on something hard and cold, back against something only slightly more comfortable; in the same way that gravel was slightly more comfortable than a thorn bush. Consciousness was fighting for solid ground, Sanzo's mind clicking, clicking away, trying to get a grasp of the situation before he could even open his eyes. Knocked out after falling in a river? It wouldn't be the first time.
Whatever liquid it was that he was drenched in gathered in beads on long lashes as he opened his eyes a slit. No, nope, this was not so welcoming a situation as being fished out of some deep, dangerous river teeming with hungry youkai. For one, he was naked. That made him shiver more than the cold. He could almost feel hands- He had to figure out what was going on.
It was dark except for the light above him. He was in a vat, seated on a metal grate with his back against the thick glass. It couldn't have been too long, his right arm was still a bright line of pain now he was awake to feel it. He brushed the liquid away from his eyes to let him open them fully without risk of blurring his vision if it started to trickle down.
The vat, what else? Others nearby, but dark and not yet drained. He could not see their occupants and he didn't want to. His stomach was churning enough as it was. His weapon, his sutra- on a gurney nearby, laid out neatly with his clothing, his robes, various possession. He was up too fast, he always was, dizzy and sore but this was hardly the worst situation he'd woken up to yet. That could be a dangerous line of thinking for him and he ceased it at once, as well as the creeping thoughts that tried to bring back the feeling of hands on his ankles, hands grabbing his hair or arm or neck. Muffled memories he didn't need.
What he needed to do was think and be quiet. Not that he wasn't being monitored, surely. Disgusting.
First things first, his sutra and gun nabbed clumsily with one working hand. The sutra rested on his legs as he ducked at the end of the gurney, checking to see if his revolver was loaded with his left hand- it was- while pulling down his robes with his teeth. He was nothing if not inventive when possibly trapped in a disturbing lab of some sorts. The gun had to be set down, sutra too, as he hastily jerked the rest of his clothing down. All the while, he was careful to keep his knees against a crossbar of the gurney to keep the wheels from squealing. If there were any guards nearby, they hadn't appeared yet and he'd like to keep it like that.
Even with one arm down, Sanzo had mastered getting dressed quickly. It was the damp that slowed him down more than anything. The tight clothing he wore under his robes did not take to being dragged across wet skin well, but he had no time to dry himself. He needed to be ready. He even paused before donning his robes, hand hovering over his gun, watching, listening, feeling. Nothing.
Properly dressed, sutra on his shoulders, and possessions also grabbed from the gurney, he ducked back down and crept backwards out of the light best he could, making to hide himself behind one of the other vats. What their purpose was, he had no idea. He had never seen something so strange and advanced. Who they could belong to, he had even less of an clue. Someone that did not want his life or his sutra. A rare person indeed that also had the power and resources for whatever this all was.
amberdrake on another account magus_majere! ))Damp and cold, seated on something hard and cold, back against something only slightly more comfortable; in the same way that gravel was slightly more comfortable than a thorn bush. Consciousness was fighting for solid ground, Sanzo's mind clicking, clicking away, trying to get a grasp of the situation before he could even open his eyes. Knocked out after falling in a river? It wouldn't be the first time.
Whatever liquid it was that he was drenched in gathered in beads on long lashes as he opened his eyes a slit. No, nope, this was not so welcoming a situation as being fished out of some deep, dangerous river teeming with hungry youkai. For one, he was naked. That made him shiver more than the cold. He could almost feel hands- He had to figure out what was going on.
It was dark except for the light above him. He was in a vat, seated on a metal grate with his back against the thick glass. It couldn't have been too long, his right arm was still a bright line of pain now he was awake to feel it. He brushed the liquid away from his eyes to let him open them fully without risk of blurring his vision if it started to trickle down.
The vat, what else? Others nearby, but dark and not yet drained. He could not see their occupants and he didn't want to. His stomach was churning enough as it was. His weapon, his sutra- on a gurney nearby, laid out neatly with his clothing, his robes, various possession. He was up too fast, he always was, dizzy and sore but this was hardly the worst situation he'd woken up to yet. That could be a dangerous line of thinking for him and he ceased it at once, as well as the creeping thoughts that tried to bring back the feeling of hands on his ankles, hands grabbing his hair or arm or neck. Muffled memories he didn't need.
What he needed to do was think and be quiet. Not that he wasn't being monitored, surely. Disgusting.
First things first, his sutra and gun nabbed clumsily with one working hand. The sutra rested on his legs as he ducked at the end of the gurney, checking to see if his revolver was loaded with his left hand- it was- while pulling down his robes with his teeth. He was nothing if not inventive when possibly trapped in a disturbing lab of some sorts. The gun had to be set down, sutra too, as he hastily jerked the rest of his clothing down. All the while, he was careful to keep his knees against a crossbar of the gurney to keep the wheels from squealing. If there were any guards nearby, they hadn't appeared yet and he'd like to keep it like that.
Even with one arm down, Sanzo had mastered getting dressed quickly. It was the damp that slowed him down more than anything. The tight clothing he wore under his robes did not take to being dragged across wet skin well, but he had no time to dry himself. He needed to be ready. He even paused before donning his robes, hand hovering over his gun, watching, listening, feeling. Nothing.
Properly dressed, sutra on his shoulders, and possessions also grabbed from the gurney, he ducked back down and crept backwards out of the light best he could, making to hide himself behind one of the other vats. What their purpose was, he had no idea. He had never seen something so strange and advanced. Who they could belong to, he had even less of an clue. Someone that did not want his life or his sutra. A rare person indeed that also had the power and resources for whatever this all was.
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2016 02:10 am (UTC)The creepiness, however, was wearing on his patience. Even the grab at his foot- fuck he hated that- got more anger than fear. He was damn sure he'd have a nightmare or three about this particular venture and that was only annoying him further. Pissing hungry darkness, pissing grabby hands, pissing everything about this fucking place! He just wanted to get out of here and have a smoke to cool his nerves. A couple beers wouldn't go amiss either but he doubted that was going to be his parting gift from his hellhole.
And now more of this cryptic bullshit. He really wanted a fucking cigarette right now. Sanzo was neither stupid nor cruel enough to blow smoke in the face of some dude who coughed up blood on a seemingly regular basis but the thought crossed his mind.
The look he gave Raistlin was very much done with all this. His tone was equally done when he replied.
"The choice of looking at your ugly ass or going through this thing?" Maybe he was pushing his luck baiting the golden man of unimaginable power with eyes that reflected horrors, but he had one hell of a headache at this point. "Close? You have some more mystical shit to tell me first?"
In a mutter he added, "Bet you were a monk at some point."
Not that he thought that was the least bit true but dammit his head hurt.
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2016 02:26 am (UTC)He gestured to the portal with one attenuated, golden hand. "The choice is whether to go through this, or remain here. I am busy; you would have to find something else to stare at. As for the portal," Raistlin looked at it, now, and smiled a sardonic little smile. "It may take you to your world, or... it may not. I can offer no true prediction, with the storms wreaking such havoc."
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2016 02:50 am (UTC)Sanzo glowered at the portal instead of Raistlin, knowing the mage was unlikely to stick around long while he mulled over his choices. Or mulled over that bit of information. Another world, he wasn't sure how to process that one. A pocket dimension maybe? He'd been in more than his fair share of those.
Nothing in Sanzo's life was allowed to be fair. Something he had accepted a long time ago but, here he was. Staring at his only option and what a shitty one it was. He didn't like the gamble involved here and had no confidence he'd be delivered back where he should be.
He really needed a smoke right now.
Fuck it.
"Fucking fantastic." And with that he stepped through the portal.
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2016 02:57 am (UTC)Well, some prediction, anyway. Where would Konzen's golden soul drag its mortal frame to? Which call would be answered next?
Only time could tell.
And he was time.
"Dulak," the Master of Past and Present whispered, and the light went out.