"That sure is a lot of howling out there!" Koumyou Sanzo shuffled along the path, holding a lantern up high and squinting out into the dark. He spoke to the air at large, really, with no real concern for who was near him -- or who was not. "Do you suppose someone stubbed their toe? They really should have taken a lantern with them."
Koumyou, people are missing.
You're here to help find them.
"Well, I suppose there's nothing to do but go look!" And with that, the priest proceeded to set his lantern down on the path and then go wandering off into the brush. Yes, good, this is helping. This is what helping is.
Maybe someone should go with.
xxxxxπ 2. Movie Wars
The priest had wandered in halfway through whatever movie was being screened, and squeezed his way into a seat with no apparent concern for who he may be sitting beside or how many empty seats there were elsewhere. And then he'd sat quietly, hands folded primly in his lap. Maybe it was going to be okay, potential boundaries issues aside.
It was a quiet moment, dramatic, tension as high as could be--
And Koumyou leaned over to the unfortunate soul he'd decided to inflict himself on, and whispered, "Who is that?"
Koumyou Sanzo | Saiyuki | OTA
"That sure is a lot of howling out there!" Koumyou Sanzo shuffled along the path, holding a lantern up high and squinting out into the dark. He spoke to the air at large, really, with no real concern for who was near him -- or who was not. "Do you suppose someone stubbed their toe? They really should have taken a lantern with them."
Koumyou, people are missing.
You're here to help find them.
"Well, I suppose there's nothing to do but go look!" And with that, the priest proceeded to set his lantern down on the path and then go wandering off into the brush. Yes, good, this is helping. This is what helping is.
Maybe someone should go with.
xxxxxπ 2. Movie Wars
The priest had wandered in halfway through whatever movie was being screened, and squeezed his way into a seat with no apparent concern for who he may be sitting beside or how many empty seats there were elsewhere. And then he'd sat quietly, hands folded primly in his lap. Maybe it was going to be okay, potential boundaries issues aside.
It was a quiet moment, dramatic, tension as high as could be--
And Koumyou leaned over to the unfortunate soul he'd decided to inflict himself on, and whispered, "Who is that?"