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nysalogs2018-07-28 07:43 pm
smithandwesson) wrote in nysalogs2018-07-28 07:43 pm
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Go to the North! (Open)
Who: Genjo Sanzo (smithandwesson) & Anyone Who May Be Willing To Help Out His Sorry Ass
What: Adventures in Nadril!
When: 8/28 Onward
Where: All throughout Nadril
Warning(s): None as of yet, but will update if need be.
I. A Programmer He Is Not
[It had been a few weeks now since most of the refugees had attempted to settle within the city of Nadril. It being so cold in the middle of the summer was certainly something to get used to, that was for certain. But, for the moment, the freezing weather was the least of this monks concerns.]
'Tch!
[This was the last time he was going to let his curiosity get the better of him.
It had started with him casually staring at the shop window of Paws About Town, looking at the small robotic animals cutely portraying little tricks for any possible buyers. And when the salesperson had noticed him staring it was a near impossible ability to turn the guy down for a free trial.
Except the salesperson may have been a little too enthusiastic.
No.
He was definitely overenthusiastic.
How else would Sanzo have ended up with a small heard of them following him around?
And he could have tolerated that. It would have been a mild annoyance, sure, but now--]
Crap. I've underestimated these things...
[He huffed under his breath. Surrounded on all sides by different variations of small metallic critters as they growled and snapped. Seems that somehow in his attempt to deprogram the darn things he had managed to set them onto attack mode. And while he had managed to take down a small few there were too many for a single man to take on alone.]
Nghh... I'm going to kill that sales clerk when I get my hands on him!
[Someone please come and save a distressed trigger happy monk in need?]
II. Respite In Troubled Times
[Despite the chaos the world had been in, it was absolutely amazing how the people of Nadril could go about their lives as if nothing were wrong. They were descendants of refugees, so perhaps they were used to this sort of thing happening?
But then what did that say about the problems of this world in general? How common were situations like this and how often did Dharma have to directly involve herself?
It was because of this he found himself engrossed in the Central Hubs main research library. Sitting at a table of books by himself as he flipped through pages and pages of recorded history within Nadril.
At least-- That was until he had heard something.]
It's almost as if you knew I'd be over here trying to concentrate. Is there a reason you're being so noisy?
III. Haunted By Old Memories
[Sanzo was doing his best to keep to himself during his time on Nadril. He was a person who enjoyed his solitude after all. And so hanging about closer to the outskirts of the hub was an ideal location for him. Of course, it was chilly, but at least this was a type of cold he was used to. He was draped in layers, covered in his usual ragged looking cloak as he wandered along the pathways, occasionally enjoying the scenery when--
SNAP!
A blinding light took hold of him, causing him to wince back sightly. Ah right. It seemed one of those picture-taking robots had been floating about. Stepping forward he reached out to take hold of the small piece of paper coming out, looking it over and absolutely freezing.]
Why you...!
[Whatever seemed to be on that picture had gotten to him. As the next thing, anyone knew he was kicking the poor insectoid-bot down from its perch.]
You piece of shit! If you're going to make people fucking nostalgic at least make it for good thing! You wanna be sent back to your maker in shambles, do you!?
[Because picking fights with robots seems to be his theme for the week.]
IV. WildCard!
((OOC: Wish to do something else with Sanzo. Have been planning on meeting up and catching up with the monk? Feel free to leave a comment below or contact me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
chohakkaifan with any questions/plotting you may have!))
smithandwesson) & Anyone Who May Be Willing To Help Out His Sorry Ass What: Adventures in Nadril!
When: 8/28 Onward
Where: All throughout Nadril
Warning(s): None as of yet, but will update if need be.
I. A Programmer He Is Not
[It had been a few weeks now since most of the refugees had attempted to settle within the city of Nadril. It being so cold in the middle of the summer was certainly something to get used to, that was for certain. But, for the moment, the freezing weather was the least of this monks concerns.]
'Tch!
[This was the last time he was going to let his curiosity get the better of him.
It had started with him casually staring at the shop window of Paws About Town, looking at the small robotic animals cutely portraying little tricks for any possible buyers. And when the salesperson had noticed him staring it was a near impossible ability to turn the guy down for a free trial.
Except the salesperson may have been a little too enthusiastic.
No.
He was definitely overenthusiastic.
How else would Sanzo have ended up with a small heard of them following him around?
And he could have tolerated that. It would have been a mild annoyance, sure, but now--]
Crap. I've underestimated these things...
[He huffed under his breath. Surrounded on all sides by different variations of small metallic critters as they growled and snapped. Seems that somehow in his attempt to deprogram the darn things he had managed to set them onto attack mode. And while he had managed to take down a small few there were too many for a single man to take on alone.]
Nghh... I'm going to kill that sales clerk when I get my hands on him!
[Someone please come and save a distressed trigger happy monk in need?]
II. Respite In Troubled Times
[Despite the chaos the world had been in, it was absolutely amazing how the people of Nadril could go about their lives as if nothing were wrong. They were descendants of refugees, so perhaps they were used to this sort of thing happening?
But then what did that say about the problems of this world in general? How common were situations like this and how often did Dharma have to directly involve herself?
It was because of this he found himself engrossed in the Central Hubs main research library. Sitting at a table of books by himself as he flipped through pages and pages of recorded history within Nadril.
At least-- That was until he had heard something.]
It's almost as if you knew I'd be over here trying to concentrate. Is there a reason you're being so noisy?
III. Haunted By Old Memories
[Sanzo was doing his best to keep to himself during his time on Nadril. He was a person who enjoyed his solitude after all. And so hanging about closer to the outskirts of the hub was an ideal location for him. Of course, it was chilly, but at least this was a type of cold he was used to. He was draped in layers, covered in his usual ragged looking cloak as he wandered along the pathways, occasionally enjoying the scenery when--
SNAP!
A blinding light took hold of him, causing him to wince back sightly. Ah right. It seemed one of those picture-taking robots had been floating about. Stepping forward he reached out to take hold of the small piece of paper coming out, looking it over and absolutely freezing.]
Why you...!
[Whatever seemed to be on that picture had gotten to him. As the next thing, anyone knew he was kicking the poor insectoid-bot down from its perch.]
You piece of shit! If you're going to make people fucking nostalgic at least make it for good thing! You wanna be sent back to your maker in shambles, do you!?
[Because picking fights with robots seems to be his theme for the week.]
IV. WildCard!
((OOC: Wish to do something else with Sanzo. Have been planning on meeting up and catching up with the monk? Feel free to leave a comment below or contact me at