Koumyou headed out with the rest of the Blue team, and Red team, toward the control center marked with their colors. The priest had brought his arrival backpack, the straps slung over the seiten sutra on his shoulders.
At least whatever he'd brought with him didn't seem likely to slow the man down; he had no difficulty slipping through dense foliage and climbing over the occasional downed tree or otherwise-impassable rocks.
It was atop one such rocky hill that the priest turned back to those lingering behind, and started clapping his hands in between words--
"You! Can! Do! It! Let's! Go! Let's! Go!"
xxxxxπ Blue
Koumyou seemed content to wander along all on his lonesome, backpack and all. Here he was, searching out the humming in the damp jungle, all while carefully writing -- painting? -- strange symbols onto thinly-sliced bits of rock with permanent marker. He had to stop once in a while under a particularly dense bit of foliage, taking shelter as the rain increased overhead, still scribbling furiously on slices of rock no thicker than playing cards.
Only once he'd stocked up on a number of written-on shards in his coat pockets, did the priest wander back out into the rain properly, finding whatever humming machinery he'd been looking for and beginning to place his makeshift talismans in a rough perimeter. Animals were shooed away, sometimes literally, before the priest sat down on the nearest stone or rock and began to concentrate.
Probably best if he didn't get interrupted by curious critters, as the stone slices began to thrum gently with power.
xxxxx(OOC: Find him out and about doing any of this, at any point in his process!)
xxxxxπ Red
While Koumyou was obeying the team directives enough to prioritize putting up barriers around vulnerable machinery in the jungle, that wasn't to say he wouldn't take a detour here and there. Whenever he heard a robot or glimpsed flashing lights, the priest stowed his backpack under the thickest foliage he could find, and went off his current trajectory to go check it out.
If it was hostile, and no one else was fighting it yet, the priest didn't even hesitate to dart in at a run. Time to fight a robot! Bare-handed, who cares!
And if he found a hostile robot already engaged with someone, Koumyou took a second to assess the situation before acting. Did they need help? And even if not, could he jump in on the fun without getting in the way?
xxxxx(OOC: Koumyou can join in on a fight your character is already involved in, or your character can join in on him already kicking metal ass! Up to you!)
xxxxxπ Purple
Whenever Koumyou came across a power station in the course of his wandering, he took the time to clear the foliage away from the solar panels themselves. He was no help for repairs, not even for patching wires back together. But the thick vines and moss, dirt and debris covering the panels, was easy enough for him to take care of.
Usually by hand. But sometimes there was just too much for bare hands, and he used a bit of chi to speed things along -- fire, wind, or even forcing the debris to get up and move away seemingly of its own volition while he concentrated. It took a lot more of his energy than just chopping away at the stuff the old fashioned way, but time was at a bit of a premium.
xxxxx(OOC: Find him out and about doing any of this, at any point you want!)
xxxxxπ Camping
Rather than joining in with the majority of the passengers back at base camp, Koumyou was perfectly content to simply set up his own site whenever he grew tired. Ringed in the same barrier talismans he'd been setting up around vulnerable machinery, he had little worry of being ambushed by animals or robots.
Fashioning a lean-to out of vines, bark, leaves, and even dirt, wasn't a difficult task for a rural Sanzo priest like himself. Same went for starting a small fire out of the rain, changing into a dry set of clothes from his pack, and bundling up in his sleeping bag by the fire with a portion of whatever food he'd decided to bring along as rations, and water in a pot slowly heating for tea.
Now if only he had tobacco, this could have been relaxing!
xxxxx(OOC: Is your character lost, out later than they'd planned, just curious, or a fellow independent spirit? )
xxxxxπ Wildcard!
xxxxx(OOC: Choose your own adventure! I'm very easygoing.)
Koumyou Sanzo | Saiyuki | OTA
Koumyou headed out with the rest of the Blue team, and Red team, toward the control center marked with their colors. The priest had brought his arrival backpack, the straps slung over the seiten sutra on his shoulders.
At least whatever he'd brought with him didn't seem likely to slow the man down; he had no difficulty slipping through dense foliage and climbing over the occasional downed tree or otherwise-impassable rocks.
It was atop one such rocky hill that the priest turned back to those lingering behind, and started clapping his hands in between words--
"You! Can! Do! It! Let's! Go! Let's! Go!"
xxxxxπ Blue
Koumyou seemed content to wander along all on his lonesome, backpack and all. Here he was, searching out the humming in the damp jungle, all while carefully writing -- painting? -- strange symbols onto thinly-sliced bits of rock with permanent marker. He had to stop once in a while under a particularly dense bit of foliage, taking shelter as the rain increased overhead, still scribbling furiously on slices of rock no thicker than playing cards.
Only once he'd stocked up on a number of written-on shards in his coat pockets, did the priest wander back out into the rain properly, finding whatever humming machinery he'd been looking for and beginning to place his makeshift talismans in a rough perimeter. Animals were shooed away, sometimes literally, before the priest sat down on the nearest stone or rock and began to concentrate.
Probably best if he didn't get interrupted by curious critters, as the stone slices began to thrum gently with power.
xxxxx(OOC: Find him out and about doing any of this, at any point in his process!)
xxxxxπ Red
While Koumyou was obeying the team directives enough to prioritize putting up barriers around vulnerable machinery in the jungle, that wasn't to say he wouldn't take a detour here and there. Whenever he heard a robot or glimpsed flashing lights, the priest stowed his backpack under the thickest foliage he could find, and went off his current trajectory to go check it out.
If it was hostile, and no one else was fighting it yet, the priest didn't even hesitate to dart in at a run. Time to fight a robot! Bare-handed, who cares!
And if he found a hostile robot already engaged with someone, Koumyou took a second to assess the situation before acting. Did they need help? And even if not, could he jump in on the fun without getting in the way?
xxxxx(OOC: Koumyou can join in on a fight your character is already involved in, or your character can join in on him already kicking metal ass! Up to you!)
xxxxxπ Purple
Whenever Koumyou came across a power station in the course of his wandering, he took the time to clear the foliage away from the solar panels themselves. He was no help for repairs, not even for patching wires back together. But the thick vines and moss, dirt and debris covering the panels, was easy enough for him to take care of.
Usually by hand. But sometimes there was just too much for bare hands, and he used a bit of chi to speed things along -- fire, wind, or even forcing the debris to get up and move away seemingly of its own volition while he concentrated. It took a lot more of his energy than just chopping away at the stuff the old fashioned way, but time was at a bit of a premium.
xxxxx(OOC: Find him out and about doing any of this, at any point you want!)
xxxxxπ Camping
Rather than joining in with the majority of the passengers back at base camp, Koumyou was perfectly content to simply set up his own site whenever he grew tired. Ringed in the same barrier talismans he'd been setting up around vulnerable machinery, he had little worry of being ambushed by animals or robots.
Fashioning a lean-to out of vines, bark, leaves, and even dirt, wasn't a difficult task for a rural Sanzo priest like himself. Same went for starting a small fire out of the rain, changing into a dry set of clothes from his pack, and bundling up in his sleeping bag by the fire with a portion of whatever food he'd decided to bring along as rations, and water in a pot slowly heating for tea.
Now if only he had tobacco, this could have been relaxing!
xxxxx(OOC: Is your character lost, out later than they'd planned, just curious, or a fellow independent spirit? )
xxxxxπ Wildcard!
xxxxx(OOC: Choose your own adventure! I'm very easygoing.)