nysalogs | [CLOSED] can’t you see that you cannot control the man I am- I am not a puppet on your string

[Rocket's willingness to take jobs to stay active and alleviate boredom usually only applies to jobs that seem easy, and this preaching bullshit happens to be above his pay grade. However, he does know someone who is... kind of priest-ish, and that's enough.

He and Sanzo definitely did not realize the amount of work that goes into this. Sanzo is in the role of the main priest, while Rocket (who is basically wearing his normal cloak with a few adornments on it is in the role of a young acolyte.

And right now, there's about to be some freakin' dragon's blood communion, and they're standing off to the side arguing about it.]

Oh no, no. I'm just an acolyte. I don't have to drink shit, dude.

You wanted to do this didn't you? Suck it up at learn to live a little.

[Due to his current position as an apprentice shaman with the Volkkran Alters, Sanzo was quite possibly the best person for Rocket to approach for all this. That with his previous experience as a high ranking Buddhist monk left Sanzo practically divine in his behaviors. He had grown up in this sort of environment, he understood the subtleties that came with working in such uptight religious environments. Hell, due to his months working around the alters he even recognized some of the faces as he passed them by.

So technically, Rocket was cheating in getting this job done.

Sanzo, on the other hand, was risking his ass taking this up. Go figure he'd end up risking his reputation for his second job in a row, and for once he actually liked what he was doing here.

But he also liked Rocket, although he would never tell the twerp that. And he was vaguely relieved when Rocket had suddenly approached him out of the blue asking him for help. Something like this would take a real risk of his personal pride, which he knew Rocket had a lot of.]

People are shoving stranger bullshit in their faces all the time in this land. Do you want to get this fucking job done or what?

[He replied in the most strained whisper he could muster.]

Yeah, and I don't eat that shit either. Half the time it's spiked with sex drugs. [He's seen what people get up to after they imbibe some of that shit. It's disgusting.]

I did not sign up for some sick dragon orgy, man.

[Sanzo's trying moderately hard not to snicker out at a small angry raccoon saying the words "sign up for sick dragon orgy", he really is. But even he has his limits when it comes to ridiculous nonsensical humor.

He wasn't smirking. Not at all.]

You think I don't know that? But if you don't want the money that's fine by me. Don't know why you had to pull my ass into all this stupidity if you don't have any goddamn follow-through with your decisions.

[You're the one who wanted the money for this job Rocket. He's happy to leave you high and dry if you're going to be a whiny ass baby over a little bit of dragons blood.]

[Rocket just narrows his eyes. IT'S NOT FUNNY. HE IS A LAB ANIMAL. THEY DON'T LET THOSE THINGS HAVE SEX DRIVES AS A GENERAL RULE.

But he still scowls when Sanzo starts berating them. There's one thing he can't abide by, despite his protests- attacks on his pride.] I dragged you into it, 'cause you know how these assholes think. But fine. Whatever. I'll drink the stupid blood. Happy?

Yes. Because, as someone who knows how these assholes think, you would look really fucking suspicious if you don't take part in traditional ceremony involving becoming one with the very creatures they worship.

[And, if just to prove his point, does he turn around. Comfortably tucking his arms within his robes as he made his way towards the gathering of shamans. His head bowed low, his steps quiet, as he approached the head shaman and bowed towards him with respect.

It was only as the shaman bowed back that he took a kneeling stance before the altar, taking hold of the decorative bowl as it was offered out to him. Even the bowl was hot to the touch, warmer than any fresh blood he had ever previously felt. (Because, go figure, at this point he was exposed enough to such things to be able to compare the temperature of it.) But it was with little hesitation that he lifted the bowl up towards the altar.]

May the dragons strength protect and consume me.

[And, tilting his head back, did he bring the bowl to his lips. Drinking it with little hesitation as the hot liquid seared and burned down his throat.

For once he was grateful to know worser heat. As much as it seared, the blood was nothing compared to the flames that consumed him just before he woke up at Thessa Station. Instead, it only brought back memories of that time just before his home had been destroyed.

Odd that a moment like this would make him nostalgic.

But, upon finishing the bowl did he slowly stand, handing the bowl back to the shaman and once more folding his arms into his sleeves before making his way back towards Rocket.]

Just copy exactly what I did and you should be fine.

[He muttered under his breath, before quickly stepping past Rocket.

Your turn asshole.]

[Rocket pulls his hood over his head, grumbling all the while. Fortunately, it covers up all the disgust and eyerolling as Sanzo does... pretty much what Rocket wanted him to do for this mission, so he doesn't have any reason to bitch. He's selling this well.

And when he steps back, an edge of frustration creeps into his tiny chest. He shoves his hands into his sleeves, and walks all three feet of himself towards the shaman, standing up as straight as he can.

There's some awkward fumbling with the sleeves to keep from exposing his furry hands, but the shamans seem to regard it with a mixture of disdain or fondness, assuming him to be a child acolyte eager to partake in the rituals of his elder.

To sell this point, Rocket mumbles, smoothing out his normal inflections to a more childlike cadence:] May the dragon's strength protect and consume me...

[He takes the bowl and, with much trepidation, downs it like it was a shot of something foul, barely holding in the disgusted noise. He hands the bowl back and turns to leave, running back to Sanzo and hurling curses at him under his breath.

One of the shamans steps away from the ritual and approaches, chuckling in amusement.

"Your acolyte doesn't seem to be quite prepared."

From underneath his hood, Rocket mumbles fuck.]

What can I say, idiot wants to be one of the cool kids and see what it's like to perform in these things. What better way to teach the trials of what we must endure than by first hand experience?

[Sanzo was trying his absolute damnedest to not chuckle out himself. And acolyte hm? Rocket? Asshole was probably kicking himself over that one.]

None the less he will learn to embrace it in time, as we have all come to.

[He could still feel the burning in his body, the tips of his fingers tingling with a feeling of impatience. He could only imagine what effects this would have on his own damn body. He'll need to further research the ritual later.]

Although we should probably get back to work. I was in process of teaching this one how to keep inventory of our supplies as well as how to go about obtaining anything we may need for future preparations.

[With that he passes a stern glare towards Rocket, making sure he was cursing up too much of a storm as to make it suspicious.]

Oy. You all right over there twerp?

[Rocket is a seething, angry hot mess full of dragon blood and spite right now, which is a great combination. Right now he can only feel the start of it, but he's small and it's quickly growing.

The shaman doesn't seem to notice, only nods, clearly impressed with Sanzo's dedication to even the more mundane aspects of their work, and returns to the altar.

And, as soon as he's gone, Rocket punches Sanzo in the leg with a bit more strength than his already unusually strong body usually musters.] Shut your face, jerk. Now that they've bought this, we still have to do the real work.

Pay respect to your superiors kiddo.

[Sanzo, on the other hand, was completely reveling in the situation. Huffing out shortly in response to the kick only to lean his leg out just enough to swipe it against Rockets feet, attempting to trip him up.]

Got the job done didn't I? Now follow me and please try to not cause a commotion. Just 'cause we passed that little ordeal doesn't mean we're clear yet.

[Damn if he wasn't feeling the effects himself though. Trying his best to quell his own rapidly growing impatience, he lead the way out of the ritual chambers and down the hall of the maze.]

[Rocket stumbles, because he's too busy glaring and that only serves to make him more annoyed. Dude, you are getting such a bite when he decides dignity is less important than revenge.]

Who invited who on this mission again? [So much scowling. He should have known that Sanzo would be too stubborn to just do the hard work and let Rocket do the rest. He needs to pick his patsies better.]

The only reason you invited me was because you knew I'd be your best bet in succeeding with this mission of yours. Stop talking like you're the one doing me a damn favor.

[Ah. What a strange lingering warmth. Was this the effects to the dragons blood? He didn't mind it too much, but it certainly took getting used to.

Walking down the hall of the labyrinth, Sanzo turned a corner luring Rocket aside before gesturing towards a door.]

What you need should be in here. Don't take so much that they'll notice though, otherwise I doubt it'll be easy for you to come back a second time should you need it.

To think I believed altruism is a reward into itself, and that you'd be honored to assist.

[His voice is honey-laced and sardonic, but he falls silent, shaking his head and snorting as the dragon's blood works its way into his system. The taste is still lingering in the back of his throat, and when he runs his tongue over the inside of his teeth, he can taste it. It's bizarrely natural to taste blood on his sharp teeth- it usually is, even when he bites- and he dismisses that thought. Animal instinct has no place here.

He has work to do.

He rolls up the sleeves of his cloak, but his arms are so skinny that they just flop back down anyway. He ignores this and ducks into the room.... And then pokes his head back out.] What're you gonna do?

I'm going to keep an eye out for you and your grubby little mission and keep watch in case anyone gets suspicious of us hanging around here.

[And with that he glared back.

Were his eyes a little colder than they usually are?

Nah. Must have been a trick of the light.]

So hurry up and get what you need so I can get you the fuck out of here.

[CLOSED] can’t you see that you cannot control the man I am- I am not a puppet on your string

PLAYING PREACHER | SANZO

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