The gang-I meant band, already reached a small town where rumour said a god would appear.
As far as history knows, gods don't really have an "good" (just imagine the teritorial war!) relationship with each other so having any god vessels at the "descent" would be outright disastrous! Confronting a representative of the god is one thing, but confronting a god himself is just plain suicidal! Hence Sun find himself dragged in this undercover mission. Hence, he is wearing a ridculous belly danceer's outfit (don't ask!), and hence no one should know that a dignified, respectable Holy Knight (the head of it, on top of it all) is on shady journey that can even rise a dispute that can cause another holy war! And he is not alone. Sun looked ahead with Ceo winking (don't blame me, it's a habit!) at every eligible women they passed by, Georgo sereneding every women Ceo winked at, and Vival who is mumbling something under his breathe.
It's over, they're dead! I can't even put my facial mask on! There's a lot of mosquitoes feasting on my super exposed milky skin and I'm having rashes at these cheap customes! (Give it to Pope to be stingy!)
"What are you doing here!?" Someone shouted at the back of their little caravan.
Sun stiffened recognizing the voice in an instant that he didn't dare to look at the owner of the voice. With his other companions being petrified on sight, Sun peeked, and there standing arrogantly at the middle of the plaza, at the middle of the day, was the Son of God of War wearing a clown outfit!
Pointed hat with bells attached, heavily-done make-up, clorful barage of red, blue and green completed with an elven shoes.
Now Sun was thankful he wasn't dressed as a clown.
"And why are you---pft!" the Son of God of War dropped laughing at Grisia "You look pathetic!!!"
Actually, you looked more ridiculous, Grisia thought deadpanned.
"Eh? What's the commotion going on here!?" Another familiar voice, and just as Grisia thought, Awaitsun came sweeping in with his horse, wearing a royal guard outfit ready to apprehend the cause of this trouble.
WHY ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE DECENT HERE!? cough, I mean why is Awaitsun here!?
A well-hidden surprise came over Awaitsun's expression before it went blank as he recognize everyone in the side of the road (disguise remember!? what's the point of disguise if everyone can pinpoint who is who!!!!) As if, reading Suns's thought, Awaitsun dismounted and said through telepathy 'If you are going to infiltrate a place, do it where you can really infiltrate it!' Sun can't believe you can even hear this loud of a laughter through telepathy!
"Good Sir, don't be rash, we are only performing for our good audience." Earth said, continuing his serenade and beckoning at the crowd gathering infront of the caravan. Little kids, women and spectators alike came to see this group of (gorgeously handsome-the women outnumbered the men by 4 out of five) entertainers.
"Sun, go!" Ceo shoved Sun onto the space suddenly appearing on the center of the plaza.
"What-" Grisia staggered and infront of him is an omininous crowd, chanting, 'Dance, dance, dance."
God of light, ever merciful and benevolent, please kill me now, or better yet, kill everyone else!!!
Georgo didn't stopped playing, and Awaitsun was just as excited as the others to see Sun Knight dance! (or downright humiliated, or which ever is more embarrasing!)
With murderous aura permeating every cell in Sun's body, Grisia just smiled radiantly. And his body started to move.
Hah! If there's one thing his master was proud of him was his gracefulness! Sun started to walk, then sway a little, then glide, then raised his hand...he made this small every-day gestures but it was so graceful and elegant that everyone who doesn't know Sun can actually see him sparkling and...miraculously dancing!
Cheater, Georgo muttered Is he starting yet?. Vival asked Boooo, Ceo thought
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Date: 2014-05-09 01:11 am (UTC)As far as history knows, gods don't really have an "good" (just imagine the teritorial war!) relationship with each other so having any god vessels at the "descent" would be outright disastrous! Confronting a representative of the god is one thing, but confronting a god himself is just plain suicidal! Hence Sun find himself dragged in this undercover mission. Hence, he is wearing a ridculous belly danceer's outfit (don't ask!), and hence no one should know that a dignified, respectable Holy Knight (the head of it, on top of it all) is on shady journey that can even rise a dispute that can cause another holy war! And he is not alone. Sun looked ahead with Ceo winking (don't blame me, it's a habit!) at every eligible women they passed by, Georgo sereneding every women Ceo winked at, and Vival who is mumbling something under his breathe.
It's over, they're dead! I can't even put my facial mask on! There's a lot of mosquitoes feasting on my super exposed milky skin and I'm having rashes at these cheap customes! (Give it to Pope to be stingy!)
"What are you doing here!?" Someone shouted at the back of their little caravan.
Sun stiffened recognizing the voice in an instant that he didn't dare to look at the owner of the voice. With his other companions being petrified on sight, Sun peeked, and there standing arrogantly at the middle of the plaza, at the middle of the day, was the Son of God of War wearing a clown outfit!
Pointed hat with bells attached, heavily-done make-up, clorful barage of red, blue and green completed with an elven shoes.
Now Sun was thankful he wasn't dressed as a clown.
"And why are you---pft!" the Son of God of War dropped laughing at Grisia "You look pathetic!!!"
Actually, you looked more ridiculous, Grisia thought deadpanned.
"Eh? What's the commotion going on here!?" Another familiar voice, and just as Grisia thought, Awaitsun came sweeping in with his horse, wearing a royal guard outfit ready to apprehend the cause of this trouble.
WHY ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE DECENT HERE!? cough, I mean why is Awaitsun here!?
A well-hidden surprise came over Awaitsun's expression before it went blank as he recognize everyone in the side of the road (disguise remember!? what's the point of disguise if everyone can pinpoint who is who!!!!) As if, reading Suns's thought, Awaitsun dismounted and said through telepathy 'If you are going to infiltrate a place, do it where you can really infiltrate it!' Sun can't believe you can even hear this loud of a laughter through telepathy!
"Good Sir, don't be rash, we are only performing for our good audience." Earth said, continuing his serenade and beckoning at the crowd gathering infront of the caravan. Little kids, women and spectators alike came to see this group of (gorgeously handsome-the women outnumbered the men by 4 out of five) entertainers.
"Sun, go!" Ceo shoved Sun onto the space suddenly appearing on the center of the plaza.
"What-" Grisia staggered and infront of him is an omininous crowd, chanting, 'Dance, dance, dance."
God of light, ever merciful and benevolent, please kill me now, or better yet, kill everyone else!!!
Georgo didn't stopped playing, and Awaitsun was just as excited as the others to see Sun Knight dance! (or downright humiliated, or which ever is more embarrasing!)
With murderous aura permeating every cell in Sun's body, Grisia just smiled radiantly. And his body started to move.
Hah! If there's one thing his master was proud of him was his gracefulness! Sun started to walk, then sway a little, then glide, then raised his hand...he made this small every-day gestures but it was so graceful and elegant that everyone who doesn't know Sun can actually see him sparkling and...miraculously dancing!
Cheater, Georgo muttered
Is he starting yet?. Vival asked
Boooo, Ceo thought