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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
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It's not my idea of fun, really, but sometimes you have to do boring things to get to the interesting ones, right?
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[It was a simple statement, but one that was spoken with a bit of a more playful tone than any of his previous discussion. A sardonic smirk forming as he glanced up at Ren.]
And an annoying one at that. You're pretty much saying that bothering me like this is your form of entertaining yourself for the day, am I right?
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[Sanzo seems like he could potentially be interesting, but right now the amusement is mainly in his annoyed reactions, and that gets dull after a little while.] I only wanted to ask you a question or two, anyway. You're the one who dragged it out by being stubborn and everything.
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[It is taking everything in his willpower to keep from snickering out. This has to legit be the first time in his life someone had equated him to optimism. (He likes to consider himself a realist excuse you.) None the less, what a way to almost getting him to laugh.
That's more than most people manage.]
I see.
[Excuse you as he clears his throat.]
You know curiosity is all right, but if you keep up being nosy like that it might just end up getting you killed one of these days. Especially in a world like this one.
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Though it's immediately replaced by a still amused, but also somewhat doubtful look at Sanzo's warning.]
Mmm, I think I'll take my chances. But I'm flattered you're so concerned about my wellbeing. [What's fun without a little risk? Ren definitely isn't interested in actually dying, but he's never had a problem with running along the edge of it on his own terms.] Speaking of things like that, are you going to give me a name, or am I going to be calling you Grumpy-san forever...?
[Granted, he may well still call him Grumpy-san forever anyway, but the implication that he won't might work in his favour here...]
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[Man, that's always a weird question every time someone asks. There was legitimately a time way back when he was unsure how to answer that one.
These days though he had thrown most of his fucks out the window. Why change what isn't broken? Even if the title is practically useless at this point.
Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a small mostly used box of cigarettes. Speaking as he took one out of the case.]
The Thirty-First of China Toua Genjo Sanzo.
[Yeah, he knows. It's long.]
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It sounds like Grumpy-san would be an easier name anyway... [It's impressive to have a name like that, but that doesn't make it any easier to say.] Does that mean you were well-known in your world?
[At least the name might be worth it, then. Still, he's not impolite enough to not introduce himself back after asking for someone's name like that.] Oh, right, I'm Suzugamori Ren, but just Ren is fine~
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[He took note of Rens name, not that he acknowledged the greeting at all. Instead of seeming to flip through a few pages of the book in front of him as he popped one of the cigarettes into his mouth.]
Not that it really matters here. But it was what I went by back on my world. Better than wandering around nameless I guess.
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He's sated his curiosity for the moment, though, so he holds the heavy book in his arms back up to his chest with a slight smile.] Anyway, I guess you don't want a reading buddy, so I guess I'll go be noisy in the nearby aisles some more~
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[Well then. The lesson of the day has been learned. Answer a nosy nuisances questions and they will be quick to leave you alone.
Although he really wasn't sure how he felt about this new "nickname" he was given.
At least it was still better than some of the other things he had heard in the past.]
Have fun bugging the next poor sap I suppose. I feel I'm far from the only person you're going around interrogating here.
[Perhaps now he could finally get some quiet historical research done.]
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Well, enjoy your reading, Grumpy-san~
good thread ren. at least you def left an impression on him
[It was a mumbled out acknowledgment, but at least he managed to give that much. Simply growing more invested in his book as he attempted to relocate the spot he was on before this whole thing happened.]