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

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket (beatupgrass) and a bunch of other people
What: Obligatory Quest Log
When: February
Where: Various places.
Warning(s): Sanzo and Rocket might drink blood. God only knows what the Guardians will find. Yusei and Rocket are desecrating bones. Kagari and Rocket are probably doing sketchy shit. It's a whole thing.

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[beatupgrass]

[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.]

[smithandwesson]

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?

[beatupgrass]

[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.

[smithandwesson]

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.]

[beatupgrass]

[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.]

[smithandwesson]

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.

[beatupgrass]

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?

[smithandwesson]

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.