Day One: Morning

[Reijin]

Continued from: http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showpost.php?p=459525&postcount=29

The sun was slowly rising as large pillars of stone came into view on the Saiyan's exit from the forest. Reijin slowly leaned into a tree, favoring his wounded arm, as he peered out from the trees of the forest. The pillars surrounded what seemed to be some form of ancient temple, rising high into the sky to worship the gods. The heavy moonlight gave off a perfect reflection from the marble that seemed to cause the building itself to have an aura. The night had grown faintly chilled in this area and he found himself letting out a cool breath before reaching back to pull his cloak around himself.

He used his pitchfork with his good hand as leverage to climb up the tall flight of steps towards the temple. Every step he took warranted a moment's pause to smell the air for signs of another. It only took him another thirty minutes as he climbed up the stairs, cautiously looking over his shoulder for a sniper, till he made it around the pillars surrounding the doorway.

The door was far louder than he would have preferred and he shut it hurriedly to cover his entrance into the temple. Now he would have to be careful not to turn it into his tomb. He walked into the center of the large dome, noting that the room felt quite similar to the Room of Spirit and Time on earth, although of finite space.

I was thinking quite the same.

"It'd be nice if this room had some way to perform an exorcism on you."

Ouch. I think that almost hurt a bit.

"Oh nice, sarcasm. I thought I was the only person here with the intelligence to be witty."

If you consider that wit then I question that claim.

Reijin threw his pitchfork down to the temple floor, not caring about the rather loud clang that echoed from it and simply followed with throwing his bag below it. He looked down at his bandaged arm and noted the blood that had dried within it.

"I'm sorry, what exactly did you infect me for again?" he questioned, stressing the word 'infect' for the benifit of the Saiyan woman residing within him. "Was it to torture me during my tenure of this game or was it to sit back, shut up, and observe? I remember something being said about observing, and so far all of you've done is piss me off."

Because I'm observing your failures, I assume.

"See? That there," he grumbled under his breath this time while changing the bandage around his wounded arm, "is what I'm referring to. Stop trying to piss me off so much and let's get this over with so we can both be on our way."

I see you are finally reattaining control of yourself as you were trained long ago.

"I see you have open access to my memories for being a mind leeching psychic vampire," he retorted while throwing some sticks down in the center of the dome that he'd gathered on his trek. Leaning down, he held his arm out and focused for a moment, imagining a flame...

It works better if you had your pyrokinesis.

"Stop stealing my focus," was all he cared to say. Leaning down, he picked up one stick, then stared at his wounded arm before sighing and dropping the stick once more. It was pointless. Without his flame ability and with a wounded arm, he was not going to be able to light a fire in this place.

Perhaps you could use your telekinesis itself to act as an arm in this instance.

He glared at the stone for a moment before deciding to act on it. The stick stood on its own and then floated next to his good arm as he picked up the other stick, having come up with this decision completely on his own and with no help of the psychotic raving Saiyan bitch within. Focusing as much as possible, he decided to add a twist to the typical method of generating friction for firewood and set the floating stick into an extremely fast spin against the stick that was being held.

The fire blossomed into view quite strongly and he fell back as it did, having not quite expected his telekinetic powers to interact so well with the flame without his own pyrokinesis to back it. Finally, after a moment he leaned back and fell asleep quickly, having not realized how extremely tired he was.

Soon after, Reijin awoke to the sound of the very gay Karl Jak screeching on his intercom. He let all of the words sink in as he hurridly crossed off locations on his map that would be considered danger zones.

Do you plan on going after the sniper rifle?

A small shrug emerged from the Saiyan. He honestly didn't know if he intended to approach it or not, given the sheer number of people that would be after such a strong weapon as well as the fact that he wasn't even sure if he could fire the weapon with one arm out of commission. Then he remembered that he could use his telekinesis as a second arm in such encounters.

I'm glad you've learned something.

Reaching down, Reijin grabbed his bag and cleaned up the mess before him. He didn't really care about hiding signs of having been here as it was not really a possibility, but he also didn't wish to have still smoldering embers giving an exact sign of how long till he'd left either.