[voice]

[bitofafop]

[Now that he has a better hang of this phone thing so he doesn't have to go flashing his face around everywhere.]

That "Holodeck" is an interesting place, I'll admit. But I prefer my opponents to be capable of thinking for themselves.

I'm looking for a sparring partner.

[...and after a bit more thought.]

No wizards.

[ps no one tell Jarlaxle that he may or may not be using this as a way to look for recruits.]

Comments

[its_dad_sanzo]

Yes.

[Koumyou folds his hands into his opposite sleeves, smiling that squinty smile of his.]

The protector of a holy relic, not a preacher. Though it's true enough I haven't done much fighting in... hm, if you count teaching, ever since my son was very small.

[bitofafop]

[On one hand: not being a preacher is a point in his favor. On the other: relic protector is still ew.]

Not sure how old your son is, but it sounds like a bit beyond 'out of practice', then.

[STILL FEELS KIND OF SKETCHY BUT.]

I don't make a habit of fighting priests.


((ooc; SLAMS BACK IN god and I'm sorry for all this waiting.))

[its_dad_sanzo]

Well, he's twenty... six? now. But he was thirteen when I died. I woke up here a moment later, and now he's so much bigger! He's survived so much.

[Koumyou all but beams. Any excuse to gush about his son, honestly. But then he pouts, just a little bit.]

What's wrong with fighting priests?