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First Game
Who: Genjo Sanzo (smithandwesson) & YOU
What: It's a new time in a familiar place. Perhaps it's time to blend in some?
When: 2/11
Where: Nadril
Warning(s): Absolutely Nadda
I. A New Wardrobe
[He had become so used to wearing the robes adorning those of the Shamans of Volkkra down in modern-day Wyver. And if not that he was so used to wearing his own monks' robes from his homeworld. So wearing something new felt, well, truth be told, absolutely foreign to him.
Especially since the wardrobe was so very colorful.]
This is going to make us look less suspicious?
[And with that he turned to look at the person next to him, wearing a similar wardrobe.]
Are they sure? You're even more suspicious looking then I am like this.
II. Entering The City
[A white horse galloped steadily along the cobbled paths of the outskirts of Nadril. They had all arrived at once, the Thessans from a time far in the future. Truthfully, it was hard to believe that they had all managed to make it, that the world wasn't gone and that they had somehow succeeded in, well, time-travel.
The weather was crisp and cold again, as it was supposed to be in this far north region. And while the subtle chatter of the other Thessans was nice background noise as Sanzo rode along toward the entrance of the city there was a certain someone who stood out.
One other tag-along seemed to be shouting at one of the other travelers rather obnoxiously. And their voice happened to stand out in a particularly grating matter, ruining Sanzo's sweet tranquility.]
Stop it... If you want to pick a fight take it away from the rest of us.
[He was already visibly facepalming in aggravation over the situation. Just, please... Please stop. They were already having a hard enough time blending in with how big the group was.]
III. At least now we're in Nadril
[He had just about had it. Sanzo was never much of a people-person, but sticking with such a large and rowdy group for so long had just about been enough for him. Not only were half of them perfectly inept at possibly blending into their surroundings, but the others were just so damn obnoxious that he felt a splitting headache beginning to start.
He just wanted to hurry this up, get into the city as subtly as possible, and find a place in which he could settle in and take a nap.]
Hey, hey!
[And finally he stopped his horse, turning around to look at those behind him with a glare.]
Weren't we all told to avoid as much as we could from drawing attention?!
IV. WILDCARD
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smithandwesson) & YOU What: It's a new time in a familiar place. Perhaps it's time to blend in some?
When: 2/11
Where: Nadril
Warning(s): Absolutely Nadda
I. A New Wardrobe
[He had become so used to wearing the robes adorning those of the Shamans of Volkkra down in modern-day Wyver. And if not that he was so used to wearing his own monks' robes from his homeworld. So wearing something new felt, well, truth be told, absolutely foreign to him.
Especially since the wardrobe was so very colorful.]
This is going to make us look less suspicious?
[And with that he turned to look at the person next to him, wearing a similar wardrobe.]
Are they sure? You're even more suspicious looking then I am like this.
II. Entering The City
[A white horse galloped steadily along the cobbled paths of the outskirts of Nadril. They had all arrived at once, the Thessans from a time far in the future. Truthfully, it was hard to believe that they had all managed to make it, that the world wasn't gone and that they had somehow succeeded in, well, time-travel.
The weather was crisp and cold again, as it was supposed to be in this far north region. And while the subtle chatter of the other Thessans was nice background noise as Sanzo rode along toward the entrance of the city there was a certain someone who stood out.
One other tag-along seemed to be shouting at one of the other travelers rather obnoxiously. And their voice happened to stand out in a particularly grating matter, ruining Sanzo's sweet tranquility.]
Stop it... If you want to pick a fight take it away from the rest of us.
[He was already visibly facepalming in aggravation over the situation. Just, please... Please stop. They were already having a hard enough time blending in with how big the group was.]
III. At least now we're in Nadril
[He had just about had it. Sanzo was never much of a people-person, but sticking with such a large and rowdy group for so long had just about been enough for him. Not only were half of them perfectly inept at possibly blending into their surroundings, but the others were just so damn obnoxious that he felt a splitting headache beginning to start.
He just wanted to hurry this up, get into the city as subtly as possible, and find a place in which he could settle in and take a nap.]
Hey, hey!
[And finally he stopped his horse, turning around to look at those behind him with a glare.]
Weren't we all told to avoid as much as we could from drawing attention?!
IV. WILDCARD
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Okay yeah no he definitely isn't conspicuous like that. Why is he wearing that.]
It can't be any worse than mine...
[and he's aware of it, yusei why]
You beautiful embarrassing brat. Go put some real clothes on.
But Yuesi?
Well, Yusei certainly was something special right now with that choice in wardrobe.]
Why the hell are you even wearing that ridiculous getup anyway?
[That protects you from nothing! You're just as bad as a certain demon brat he knew back home.]
you can't tell me what to do, dad
[Blank stare.]
It's warm.
[what.]
go put on a shirt like a respectable human being!
Like hell it is.
Go get fucking dressed, do you have any idea how fucking cold it is out there!?!
[We're in Nadril still you dumbass! And it's not like the world ending climate change is happening anymore!
As if to reinstate his demand, he grabs some clothing from the closest pile of traditional Olympian clothing that is by him and chucks it directly at Yusei's face.]
i'm wearing a shirt! see! it's right there
Uff-!
[That shirt sure did hit him in the face, it did. Yusei lets it fall off his face and into his arms with a soft whump.]
...This is warmer than that.
[Seriosly. If he was cold, he wouldn't be wearing something this stupid, gosh!]
That is not a shirt! That is an affront to clothing!
... You're fucking bullshitting me.
[Okay. He is absolutely fed up with this silly goddamn tomfoolery.
In fact, he is face-palming right now.]
All right. Let me ask you one thing.
Where did you get that outfit?
i mean. i agree with you there. but it's still warm.
I'm not.
[he's dead serious. look at that flat deadpan expression he's got on. the one that he always wears.]
It was a reward.
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A reward from who?
[It was a blunt question, but the blank straightforward expression he carried seemed to enforce that he had a point to his entire line of questioning.]
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...I was coerced into participating in a fashion show.
[can you tell how much he didn't want to admit this.]
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[I'm sorry Yusei, but Sanzo never really took that look of yours to be the epitome of fashion.
But then again, looking at that outfit, the person who hired you probably wasn't much of one either.]
Was it a fashion show for a more adult audience or something?
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[he knows, sanzo. he knows.]
It was a Wyvernian one, so...given their tastes, that's not an inaccurate description.
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You just answered my question there.
[Please process what it is you're saying Yusei. Please put two and two together.]
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It's still the warmest thing I own.
[Somehow.
He didn't make this decision lightly, dad.]
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PALM]
And it is a Wyvern wardrobe while we're heading towards a post-war torn Olympia.
Put some real fucking clothes on you ingrate.
[He is never going to understand you sometimes Yusei.]
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[This really seems like the hill he's going to
diefreeze on. Something for the goddamn weather.]no subject
Stop being such a stubborn fucking brat.
[He will force you if he has to he swears to the merciful goddess herself!]
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Nah.]
I thought being a "stubborn fucking brat" is why you keep me around?
[child pls]
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[Just because he tolerates your existence doesn't mean he will tolerate your sass kid.
In fact, as if to just escalate the pace of this entire situation he'll just casually pull out his gun from his sleeve and aim it directly at you.]
Change.
Now.
[Because forcing someone to get naked at gunpoint is a totally normal thing to do.]