Genjo Sanzo did not understand what the big deal was. So there were a bunch of frogs running loose. So they were supposed to be this month's shipment supply of food. Was a frog edible? What was so wrong with frogs? Catch enough of them, and that's more than enough protein to sustain a person.
He made his way to the kitchen carts, splattered in a small amount of what could only be described frog gunk, only to slap the handful of four or five dead frogs that he had already hunted down into the counter—looking dead-eyed at the current person working at the stoves.
"Get cooking."
II. [It Isn't Vote Rigging If It's Something Necessary. And Who Wouldn't Want One Of These?]
Seriously. It was stunning that the train didn't have one of these already. The Express had a training gym and an armory, didn't they? So how could they not possibly have a shooting range???
So yeah. Enjoy your new state-of-the-art, still clock-free shooting range, guys, for all your target practice needs. Sanzo is already in there, pistol in hand as he practices his rounds. Ridiculously well-aimed shots that they were.
He had been in here since he brought the cart into existence the night before.
Who needs sleep when you can practice how to shoot?
III. [And Somehow He Got Team Three- Figures]
Not that he minded that much or anything. As willing as he was to land himself into an opportunity for some good old-fashioned violence- He was just as happy to not over-exert himself. Deligation required less running around. It gave him more time to rest. The only real issue was how stubborn the original handlers were.
It was apparent the little furry bastards had made a community and home for themselves, so what was the big deal?
He let out a sigh, turning to his team with the tired expression and natural leadership skills of someone who had to do this sort of thing one too many times over already.
"Alright, you bastards. It seems the original ministry will be giving us a hard time over letting this go, so we're here to look things over and then tell them otherwise. You all ready to assess what's going on in these shipment crates for yourselves?"
IV. [WILDCARD]
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Genjo Sanzo | Saiyuki (Possible CRAU from El Nysa? We'll see)
Genjo Sanzo did not understand what the big deal was. So there were a bunch of frogs running loose. So they were supposed to be this month's shipment supply of food. Was a frog edible? What was so wrong with frogs? Catch enough of them, and that's more than enough protein to sustain a person.
He made his way to the kitchen carts, splattered in a small amount of what could only be described frog gunk, only to slap the handful of four or five dead frogs that he had already hunted down into the counter—looking dead-eyed at the current person working at the stoves.
"Get cooking."
II. [It Isn't Vote Rigging If It's Something Necessary. And Who Wouldn't Want One Of These?]
Seriously. It was stunning that the train didn't have one of these already. The Express had a training gym and an armory, didn't they? So how could they not possibly have a shooting range???
So yeah. Enjoy your new state-of-the-art, still clock-free shooting range, guys, for all your target practice needs. Sanzo is already in there, pistol in hand as he practices his rounds. Ridiculously well-aimed shots that they were.
He had been in here since he brought the cart into existence the night before.
Who needs sleep when you can practice how to shoot?
III. [And Somehow He Got Team Three- Figures]
Not that he minded that much or anything. As willing as he was to land himself into an opportunity for some good old-fashioned violence- He was just as happy to not over-exert himself. Deligation required less running around. It gave him more time to rest. The only real issue was how stubborn the original handlers were.
It was apparent the little furry bastards had made a community and home for themselves, so what was the big deal?
He let out a sigh, turning to his team with the tired expression and natural leadership skills of someone who had to do this sort of thing one too many times over already.
"Alright, you bastards. It seems the original ministry will be giving us a hard time over letting this go, so we're here to look things over and then tell them otherwise. You all ready to assess what's going on in these shipment crates for yourselves?"
IV. [WILDCARD]
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