001 ACTION - INTRO AND SUCH

[theirondragon]

Who; The Iron Bull & YOU!
What; A 7 and a half foot, muscle-bound giant who somehow still seems to look a little fluffy (he likes to eat, okay) walks into your bar farming town
When; Mid-week, mid-day - Saturday Night (that Saloon prompt)
Where; The Bus stop, exploring the town, the saloon (because food and beer. Shit yeah)
Warnings; Uh, Bull's an unabashed flirt (if you call lude comments 'flirting') and he curses a lot, but otherwise? Nah. Maybe some discussion of ~emotions~ in thread, but nothing of a sensitive nature. If that changes, I'll update.

ARRIVAL - MID-DAY WEDNESDAY

[Even though the Bull had been prepared for the carriage he'd been traveling in to transform into a "bus" at some point, waking up on one of the cramped things that were in no way made for a guy as big as him and getting shuffled off into some of the most pristine hillside he'd seen in a while was still freaky as hell. He didn't have a problem finding the welcome package. He tried and was relatively successful at shrugging off the freaky recorded message, tucked the gold and the "jpad" into his hip back (which was about the size of a human's backpack), and slung a massive battleaxe into the harness strapped to his back before he unfolded the map that was left to him.

At 7 and a half feet with massive horns and enormous shoulders, the Qunari cast a pretty impressive shadow. If somebody does wander by, though, he'll flash them a jovial smile. He's a nice guy.

He's just big.

Really really big.]

SALOON - SATURDAY NIGHT

[It had actually been a pretty damned productive and theraputic few days. He'd tilled his field, cleared tons of wood and debris, he'd stopped in at the saloon for meals at night. It was...good. Simple. He got up at dawn, he watered his crops and cleared invasive plants, he picked another area of the map to explore, he stopped for dinner at Gus' Saloon, and he went home to bed. Rinse and repeat. It was just the sort of routine the Qunari needed after being named Tal-Vashoth.

Tonight, though, he decided it was time to actually spend time at this bar, try Gus' beer, see if he could talk somebody into playing a game of darts with him or...whatever those other games were over in the corner. He was feeling social, and in much better spirits than he'd been in a while.

He's hard to miss in any of the locations, and stands out the saloon as well, with his massive frame and brought shoulders and horns, and if it's not that, its his boisterous laugh at someone's joke...or his own. You know, he's self-sufficient like that. Throughout the night, he'll be asking people if they want to play a game or two, maybe teach him how to play pool...he's a people person, so whatever scratches your itch.]

WILDCARD

[OOC: Bull will be systematically exploring the town over the next several days to get a lay of the land, and he can be encountered literally wherever you'd like to encounter him! Go ahead and start something, or we can talk something out on plurk, just shoot me a message vikael]

Comments

[theirondragon]

[The Bull's never seen anyone dressed quite like this guy, but he guessed it was to be expected or something. He can't help the silly smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips as he takes the few strides to Koumyou's side, which happens to shield the smaller man from the sun.

It's something he's done before. Pretty useful.]

Yeah, I get that a lot.

[its_dad_sanzo]

[ Look at that! Koumyou drops his hands and tucks them into their opposing sleeves in front him, smiling that perpetually squinty smile almost straight up at Bull. ]

Wow, and so courteous! But I've never seen someone so big -- Momo-chan was over two meters up and I think he'd come to your chin at best!

[ Which was pretty fucking impressive for a human, at least. ]

[theirondragon]

Pretty big guy, if he's human.

[Weird names, though.]

I'm The Iron Bull, and I'm guessing you're not Momo-chan, so what do I call you, smiles?

[its_dad_sanzo]

He was!

[ Human, that is. ]

I don't mind Smiles! Though if you want to know my name, I'm Koumyou Sanzo.

[theirondragon]

Was?

[He looks thoughtful for moment.]

Shit, that's a mouthful. How about Smiley?

[its_dad_sanzo]

Well, yes.

[ That thousand-watt smile doesn't dip at all. ]

No one gets out of life alive! Smiley, hmm?

[theirondragon]

Good death, then?

[Because a good death is never something to mourn.]

Seems pretty accurate to me.

[its_dad_sanzo]

Goudai Sanzo decided to pass his responsibilities along early, rather than linger and grow weaker with illness.

[ The thousand-watt smile has gentled, although he's still squinting and smiling even so. ]

The rank of Sanzo is not one taken lightly. Or for too long, it seems.

[ Speaking as another dead Sanzo. ]

[theirondragon]

Sanzo, huh? [It clearly meant a lot to him, and in general, but he couldn't even connect the word with anything that made sense to him.]

What do you mean for "too long?"

[its_dad_sanzo]

Well, it's a dangerous job! I did pretty well myself, lasting as long as I did...

[ Guess who's talking to a dead guy? It's you, Bull!

Not to be confused with un-dead; the human standing there with his hands tucked into opposing sleeves is quite alive. Just... he can't go back, not unless he's ready for reincarnation. ]

You look like someone accustomed to danger, yourself! That's quite the impressive axe on your back.

[theirondragon]

[He caught the tone: something tender there, something Smiley didn't want to talk about. He nods. No problem, Smiley, message received. Moving on.]

Yeah, you like it?

[He takes the axe from his back and pivots to rest the haft to the ground, his hand atop the massive blade. With the shaft, it's at least as tall as him.]

Had it made custom. "Bull's Edge" it's called.

[its_dad_sanzo]

[ Watch your friends die one by one for long enough, and endure the knowledge that you'd died directly in front of your adoptive son of fourteen years, and the subject of dying could be a little sore, yes.

But right now, there's a very big fucking axe to look at! ]

Oooh, it suits you!

[ Finally taking his hands out of his sleeves, Koumyou moves to give the flat of the axehead a dainty poke with one fingertip. ]

How heavy would you say it is? You look like you could swing three of me, no problem!

[theirondragon]

[Bull's not a pusher. If Smiley wants to talk, he'll talk. If not, that's fine, too.]

Shit, I dunno. Nine stone? Nine and a half? Something like that.

[its_dad_sanzo]

And... what's a stone weigh?

[ The problem with being from different worlds! ]

[theirondragon]

...I don't know...a big cat? house cat, not a tiger.

[its_dad_sanzo]

Oooh, so this thing's like nine and a half whole cats?

[ Cue Koumyou giving the axe another look-over. ]

And I bet most of the weight's in the blade end? Very impressive! The momentum from swinging it must be quite intense!

[theirondragon]

Yeah, sure. Nine and a half cats.

[This guy was weird, but not in a bad way.]

Hell yeah, it's badass.