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Sanzo-ikkou: Uneasiness [Oct. 5th, 2004|11:18 pm]
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Pulling out a stray piece of chipped wood from his hair, Gojyo blinked as his eyes started to adjust to the dim light within the hall they had just entered. Dust swirled in the air and through the streams of light that came from the window that the four of them had been gracious enough to add to Homura’s tower.

After a short moment of observation, the halfbreed climbed out of the jeep and stepped onto the skidded floor. Minus the bits of door still finding its way to the ground and their breathing, there was no noise in the room. It was disturbingly silent. With Homura, he had almost expected there to be some sort of welcoming party. The war god didn’t seem to have any shortage of lackeys.

Not that they really had to worry about them. The only two that had ever been a challenge would not likely be put in the front lines. They’d be in the back, helping lead the show.

He could feel his fingers twitch. It was easy enough to sense approximately where the gods were above his head, but between them and their group… his mind couldn’t distinguish where any others might be. Were they all on the same floor?

While Gojyo was confident of his ability to face an army of lackeys, he didn’t like the idea so much if their superiors were in the same room. Fighting a horde and fighting (almost) one-on-one was vastly different, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to fight Shien or Zenon, much less Homura, if it turned out to be like that.

A true warrior knew their limits. If that was to happen, he would be slaughtered.

He mentally challenged the lackeys that he knew must be up farther in the tower. Get down here already so we can get on with this…
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[User Picture]From: sheraton
2004-10-08 03:03 am (UTC)
"Is everyone alright?" Hakkai asked, not really expecting an answer. Prying himself out of the Jeep with a "thank you" to Hakuryuu, he glanced around the room. There was nothing but dust to threaten them. All of the Sanzo-ikkou moved carefully, assessing the area, memorizing the room in case they had to fight in it. No one took the liberty of relaxing, despite the lack of an immediate challenge.

Hakkai frowned as he sensed...someone...approaching. Or was it something? The life force that approached was powerful, but it wavered, unfocused, as if the force was too strong for the vessel that contained it. The hairs on the nape of the chi warrior's neck stood up as he sensed more and more of them closing in on them. "Something isn't right."

As the unseen menace drew nearer, the chi he sensed was increasingly wrong. It was dark, a feeling of something absorbing life rather than expending it....
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[User Picture]From: iamzuul
2004-10-13 01:53 am (UTC)
"Something isn't right."

Being once demon and now god had its advantages, Gairu had decided – where once he and his warriors might have needed to pass through the heavy oaken doors, now they simply passed through them, slipping from shadow to shadow like liquid night. It took enough energy and concentration that it was unlikely they – or he – would be able to repeat the action during a fight, but it made for an impressive entrance, if nothing else.

He slid forward from the shadows, just a step into the light that streamed from the windows and broken door, feeling his brothers spread along the darkness behind him. He had no doubt that they must look striking with their red eyes reflecting the light and glowing much like coals.

Gairu smirked at the four who stood at the opposite end of the long entrance hall. A human, a half-demon, and two full-demons, one of which looked barely more than a child? He barely managed to withhold a snort of distain. Was this what the great lord Homura thought was so dangerous it would need fifty warriors to stop?

They would be no more than chaff to be blown away before their might. Especially now that they had the gifts of the gods themselves...

“Something is not right,” he said mockingly, and enjoyed the way his voice echoed off the stone walls and columns. “But it is something that will soon be... corrected. With your deaths.”
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[User Picture]From: ainbthen
2004-10-16 09:06 am (UTC)
Goku was not surprised when the gods stepped into the room. He had been feeling them since they had driven through the door. The group did not look like much, and his mind was on the greater battles to come. This was just a warm-up.

He had stood up as Hakkai had gotten out of the Jeep, but had not moved much as their enemy appeared. Now he hopped up on the backseat, one foot on the side as he stretched out his hand to call Nyoi-bou. No matter how many times he did it, it was always thrilling to feel the staff forming in his hand, creating itself at his command. It was his power solidified.

He flipped the staff around a few times, twirling it between his fingers with an ease born of years of practice and a lifetime familiarity. Finally cocking it back and under his arm, he straightened, ready and eager to begin this battle.
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[User Picture]From: ouri
2004-10-18 01:00 am (UTC)
By the time the glowing eyes appeared in the darkness, only Son Goku remained within the Jeep. Some of those red lights winked into sight in the shadows in front him but to the group's side, in what must be an attempt to flank them. Hakuryuu waited anxiously for the boy to exit, in order to begin his own transformation to a smaller and more agile form.

The pressure of Goku's foot on the backseat - not a sensation he enjoyed under most circumstances - came as a relief this once; as the youth planted his other foot on the vehicle's side in order to launch out, Hakuryuu triggered the metamorphosis.

By the time he realized the earth spirit had paused to summon his weapon to hand before dismounting, it was too late to stop the process.

The Jeep-form lost solidity. Goku dropped to the floor with a startled yell as his footing vanished, then glared up at his now small and winged form.

The dragon offered an apologetic croon and swooped up out of easy reach before the demons could work their way any closer.
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