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driftfleet2016-01-13 10:22 pm
bastardmonk) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-13 10:22 pm
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This just keeps getting better..
Who: Sanzo & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: 1/13/16
[ Something's not right. Awareness comes swiftly, though he takes a moment to get his bearings before opening his eyes. One thing Sanzo is acutely aware of is the lack of pain. Unless he's managed to pass out for a solid week, there was no way-- not after him.
Ukoku Sanzo. God, they're so vastly out-classed by that crow bastard it's laughable.
Managing to look around, he doesn't recognize anything. The surroundings are too industrial. He's up immediately, reaching for his gun. ]
..Dammit.
[ Wherever he is, he's been disarmed. He listens attentively for a moment, though he doesn't hear any kind of activity. Joke's on them, he doesn't need his gun to deal damage. After he's had a look around, he ends up in the hospitality bay, face-to-face with an endless sea of stars. His brow furrows, mouth tipping into a deep scowl.
What the hell is this? It's not nothingness, so it's not as if his existence has actually been erased. And there's no way in hell that this is the heaven. Not that he'd want anything the gods had to give him, anyway. He'd rather rot in the ground and get some goddamn rest. ]
[ After he's positive this isn't some sort of trick, Sanzo wanders back to the cot he'd woken up on, noticing the communicator. With a bit of fiddling, he manages to turn it on and make a broadcast. ]
Whoever the hell decided this was a good idea, you made a big goddamn mistake.
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: 1/13/16
[ Something's not right. Awareness comes swiftly, though he takes a moment to get his bearings before opening his eyes. One thing Sanzo is acutely aware of is the lack of pain. Unless he's managed to pass out for a solid week, there was no way-- not after him.
Ukoku Sanzo. God, they're so vastly out-classed by that crow bastard it's laughable.
Managing to look around, he doesn't recognize anything. The surroundings are too industrial. He's up immediately, reaching for his gun. ]
..Dammit.
[ Wherever he is, he's been disarmed. He listens attentively for a moment, though he doesn't hear any kind of activity. Joke's on them, he doesn't need his gun to deal damage. After he's had a look around, he ends up in the hospitality bay, face-to-face with an endless sea of stars. His brow furrows, mouth tipping into a deep scowl.
What the hell is this? It's not nothingness, so it's not as if his existence has actually been erased. And there's no way in hell that this is the heaven. Not that he'd want anything the gods had to give him, anyway. He'd rather rot in the ground and get some goddamn rest. ]
[ After he's positive this isn't some sort of trick, Sanzo wanders back to the cot he'd woken up on, noticing the communicator. With a bit of fiddling, he manages to turn it on and make a broadcast. ]
Whoever the hell decided this was a good idea, you made a big goddamn mistake.
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Doesn't take much to figure out. Tell me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, what's your story?
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All in all, extremely dull stuff.
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