“I said what I said.” “The great sage equal to heaven is a coward.”
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“I said what I said.” “The great sage equal to heaven is a coward.”
forgottenidenity:
A low grunt escapes the bull, his head tilting ever slightly as his grip on the pale white simian tightens. (There’s a faint groan of protest) He does manage to glare at the golden simian now seeming keen on attaching himself to his face. Staring with onyx hues as he dares to blink at least two times given the other’s obvious display of protective nature. Perhaps not to those untrained in such qualities. He does give a slight shake of his head, if only to try and get the other to let go. When he doesn’t he only moves the occupied claw to have a more firm grip. Much to the silent protests of the shadow simian who tries to shift out of the uncomfortable grasp. It doesn’t work. (Not like he’s going to loose his unwilling prey in this scenario) But given the other’s history? He recalls a scenario where the tables were turned at one point and he can’t help the faint glint to his eyes, a claw coming up with a blur of motion to snag the other entirely and rip him from his face. (even if his horn cracks a bit. Necessary sacrifice.) and with most? of his strength put into it? He bonks the other down into the dirt. A good sized Wukong shaped hole before the demon makes his way off. Carrying the pale white simian he gets a note of discomfort and stares the other down when walking away. Now a far enough distance. “….Your enjoying this aren’t you.”
“You kidding me? I know your loyal but this? I should be pissed off at you and I can’t be. Your doing this just to get on his nerves and mine sure….or prove a point. Which I’m almost beginning to believe. But you wanna put it to the test?”
“…I have a feeling this might back fire. But sure,” The simian whispers something and the bull king nearly staggers, he almost roars in laughter. While he passes through the gates to a certain residence. A quick gaze back as he knows the disorienting blow will be quelling by now. He lets his grasp tighten just enough for the hostage to give a shocked gasp, legs kicking for a moment at the very real amount of pain and choking on a whimper in the depths of his throat. Pushing at the other’s claw as if trying to call time out, which doesn’t work since the doors slam shut. Yep. Hostage situation. A blast from the past. If Wukong could do this to him a long time ago? He can do it right back and prove a point. (With Dusk enabling it for some god forsaken reason. He never would understand these monkies.)
“SHI — !!”
The words barely leave his mouth before the other grabs him and he finds himself slammed into the ground. Almost forgetting how fast the bull could be at times for such a big guy. Impact leaving him actually gasping for breath — thank Buddha he didn’t actually need it to live — and his vision going bright white with stars dancing.
Oh, that had actually hurt more than the pillar right now. A lot more than he’d like to admit it did at present.
It took a moment before a loud gasp escaped his lungs and the effects of the slam subsided, wincing as he sat himself up with a loud groan. Okay, maybe he wasn’t in the best state to be poking the literal bull here. Than again, consequences of his actions was just the Monkey King special and the repercussions that followed.
“Okay, we doing this whole song and dance huh? I’m game than.”
A soft chuckle escaping his lips before another wince and grabbing his side. Okay, no laughing right now cause something was definitely busted after that. Even if he knew that hadn’t been as hard as DBK could actually hit. Golden eyes turning to the residence in question.
“…least the labyrinth will be fun, haven’t gone through it in eons.”
“Ya know I didn’t agree to be thrown in the pit.” There’s a loud snort (he can’t tell if it’s amusement or annoyance). He didn’t really have a position here than just be the unfortunate captive. Damn. Can he riot yet? More than he already did. He sighs heavily as he changes out of the worn outfit for something a bit more him. Even if it means letting the shadows stitch segments of old cloth laying around into a twist of white, silver and black with a faint pattern to it. At least in this he wasn’t going to be having heat stroke in the residence. It DID have Lava in it after all. Supposed it went with the whole theme but damn. If other demon’s weren’t not putting as much into aesthetic as the Bull Family did. Suppose that’s why they were such great demons on the visibility scale. Even if at the moment they seemed to be hanging back. Though with this stunt he’s not quite sure the aim here. Who’s proving who wrong? And can these two stop acting like siblings if they said they aren’t anymore it’s really confusing. Make up your minds you two.
“You couldn’t fight back even if this was a real one. Just enough of a hassle as payback.” “Payback? oooohhh. Alright. But like...can I skip the whole having to stand here and listen to the monologue.” “....” “So while he’s figuring the puzzles and traps out you got anything you wanna talk about?” “....You have something in mind?” “Yeah sure. What’s your favorite type of cake.” “What does cake have to-” “Just answer the question.”
“....”
“....”
“We’re going to be here for a while talking about edibles aren’t we?”
“Yep.”
“Welp. I hope he doesn’t find the trap with the swinging axes. Or the one with the falling logs. Bet’s on how many times he’s just going to say fuck it and break through the walls?”
@forgottenidenity foretold : Best wife gets a small kiss to her forehead before he goes back to sleep. DBK - PIF
Corners of ruby lips turn upwards, eyes going half-lidded in her relaxed state. He put on quite an entertaining show, and he deserves his well-earned rest.
Despite comical height differences, Iron Fan enjoys her beloved’s affections all the same. They are older, now. Often, it comes with a shorter fuse for some, or a gain in wisdom for others. Bull King just so happens to have gain BOTH, with time.
❝ sweet dreams, my love. ❞
Look at them go!
forgottenidenity:
“….”
He stares at the other for a good moment. There is clearly no full thought that’s forming despite it all. As if he’s trying to process the absolute show of dumassery that’s being shown. Someone couldn’t educate this golden simian well enough. At least the shadow one seemed to have a few more brain cells. Now that was also just a compliment in itself. He shifts on his hooves before he hoists the pale white simian a bit higher? If only to keep the other from reaching for him. He pauses, alright he could very well die here but also…this would be good to see. “No. I’ve got a hostage.”
There is a loud noise from the macaque currently being held in one claw. Since he’s still in no shape to fight he very much gives both a flat look. Before he slumps ever slightly, grumbling to himself as the tip of his tail that’s peeking out is very much ticking. Those with sharp hearing might just hear the comment of ‘fuck all of you.’ Only to give a yelp when the demon bull king actually begins taking him away? WTF IS THIS????
“Hey! Hey! Hey! No, we are not doing the whole hostage thing here pal!!”
Cue the golden simian quickly launching himself out of the rubble of the pillar and grabbing onto one of DBK’s horns. Getting up and in the bull’s face within a matter of seconds and giving a hard stare. It’s almost hilarious in nature given that it almost looked like two siblings having a dispute, rather than two enemies about to throw down. Neither seemed to notice though.
“You can toss me around all you like, but HE — “
There’s a point to the other simian, who he can feel is giving him a hard stare at present. Not like it was undeserved BUT he didn’t think they’d involve the other.
“ — is off limits. Got it? We are NOT turning this into a hostage situation, you giant walking mattress!!”
A low grunt escapes the bull, his head tilting ever slightly as his grip on the pale white simian tightens. (There’s a faint groan of protest) He does manage to glare at the golden simian now seeming keen on attaching himself to his face. Staring with onyx hues as he dares to blink at least two times given the other’s obvious display of protective nature. Perhaps not to those untrained in such qualities. He does give a slight shake of his head, if only to try and get the other to let go. When he doesn’t he only moves the occupied claw to have a more firm grip. Much to the silent protests of the shadow simian who tries to shift out of the uncomfortable grasp. It doesn’t work. (Not like he’s going to loose his unwilling prey in this scenario) But given the other’s history? He recalls a scenario where the tables were turned at one point and he can’t help the faint glint to his eyes, a claw coming up with a blur of motion to snag the other entirely and rip him from his face. (even if his horn cracks a bit. Necessary sacrifice.) and with most? of his strength put into it? He bonks the other down into the dirt. A good sized Wukong shaped hole before the demon makes his way off. Carrying the pale white simian he gets a note of discomfort and stares the other down when walking away. Now a far enough distance. “....Your enjoying this aren’t you.”
“You kidding me? I know your loyal but this? I should be pissed off at you and I can’t be. Your doing this just to get on his nerves and mine sure....or prove a point. Which I’m almost beginning to believe. But you wanna put it to the test?”
“...I have a feeling this might back fire. But sure,” The simian whispers something and the bull king nearly staggers, he almost roars in laughter. While he passes through the gates to a certain residence. A quick gaze back as he knows the disorienting blow will be quelling by now. He lets his grasp tighten just enough for the hostage to give a shocked gasp, legs kicking for a moment at the very real amount of pain and choking on a whimper in the depths of his throat. Pushing at the other’s claw as if trying to call time out, which doesn’t work since the doors slam shut. Yep. Hostage situation. A blast from the past. If Wukong could do this to him a long time ago? He can do it right back and prove a point. (With Dusk enabling it for some god forsaken reason. He never would understand these monkies.)
forgottenidenity:
“…He’s covered in your scent, Simian.”
A loud huff escapes the giant bull. if only followed by a very familiar chitter as he finally reveals the claw that’s been hidden away since now, revealing a certain pale white figure that’s stuck in his grasp. Head tilted back and jaws open wide since he can’t exactly scream? Silent screaming will have to do. Or he’s charging up the mother of all chomps. The demon bull’s grasp grows just a bit tighter to prevent him from doing so. If only followed by the agitated groan from the puffed up shadow simian. His raspy voice evident from the yelling he’s been doing for the past hour.
“Lettt goooooo….”
“Since WHEN did you get a whiff of me?!”
The Monkey King is just fluffing up more at the accusation, having not really noticed the change in his scent. More accurately hadn’t really been paying attention to it for the most part. Having other more important things to worry about than his scent.
Though he paused at the reveal and a groan leaving his lips. Well, this was definitely taking a direction he did not expect, giving the larger demon a flat look.
“Yeeeeah, I’m going to need HIM back.”
“So, if you don’t mind, drop him.”
“....”
He stares at the other for a good moment. There is clearly no full thought that’s forming despite it all. As if he’s trying to process the absolute show of dumassery that’s being shown. Someone couldn’t educate this golden simian well enough. At least the shadow one seemed to have a few more brain cells. Now that was also just a compliment in itself. He shifts on his hooves before he hoists the pale white simian a bit higher? If only to keep the other from reaching for him. He pauses, alright he could very well die here but also...this would be good to see. “No. I’ve got a hostage.”
There is a loud noise from the macaque currently being held in one claw. Since he’s still in no shape to fight he very much gives both a flat look. Before he slumps ever slightly, grumbling to himself as the tip of his tail that’s peeking out is very much ticking. Those with sharp hearing might just hear the comment of ‘fuck all of you.’ Only to give a yelp when the demon bull king actually begins taking him away? WTF IS THIS????
forgottenidenity:
“hm…” He ignores the loud squeak that escapes the simian when the pillar makes contact. Knocking the other flat as the rest of it crumbles as he stands there, dusting off his claws. Shifting ever slightly as segments of armor make faint noise.
“…Go get your partner to tend to it then.” andlethimgobacktosleeping
“Pillar was a little overk — !!”
Wait wait wait, what had the other just said? The pillar that had just plowed into him forgotten as the Monkey King sat up, fur fluffed up now in response.
“ — PARTNER?!”
“...He’s covered in your scent, Simian.”
A loud huff escapes the giant bull. if only followed by a very familiar chitter as he finally reveals the claw that’s been hidden away since now, revealing a certain pale white figure that’s stuck in his grasp. Head tilted back and jaws open wide since he can’t exactly scream? Silent screaming will have to do. Or he’s charging up the mother of all chomps. The demon bull’s grasp grows just a bit tighter to prevent him from doing so. If only followed by the agitated groan from the puffed up shadow simian. His raspy voice evident from the yelling he’s been doing for the past hour.
“Lettt goooooo....”
forgottenidenity:
“….I’m revoking your limb privilages.”
Cue a giant pillar being thrown and nailing Wukong.
“OH SHI —!!”
Well, being hit with a giant pillar definitely wasn’t a pleasant walk in the park. Thank Buddha he was pretty much indestructible or there’d be Monkey King splattered on the wall.
“…that is going to bruise.”
“hm...” He ignores the loud squeak that escapes the simian when the pillar makes contact. Knocking the other flat as the rest of it crumbles as he stands there, dusting off his claws. Shifting ever slightly as segments of armor make faint noise.
“...Go get your partner to tend to it then.” andlethimgobacktosleeping
forgottenidenity:
You thought you could escape him? Your wrong. Have a nice trip into the dirt.
“Aw, someone didn’t like the reminder.”
Oh wow, he forgot how quick the bull demon could be.
“....I’m revoking your limb privilages.”
Cue a giant pillar being thrown and nailing Wukong.
“You know, there is an old nickname I haven’t thought of in a long time for a certain someone? Demon Mattress King.”
You thought you could escape him? Your wrong. Have a nice trip into the dirt.
forgottenidenity:
“Good now I can avoid the father talk.”
“….Huh?”
“Hey whats that over there?” Points
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“Good now I can avoid the father talk.”
forgottenidenity:
“HOW HAVE YOU MANAGED THIS IN TWO MINUTES!?”
❝Easy! Chaos and fun is in my blood!❞
❝I think you forget who you’re talking to, Red boy.❞ She’s being a shitter.
“I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING!!” Hands thrown in the air as segments of his hair spark. He can’t believe this. He can’t believe her. To decorate his newest automobile in such vivid green colors. He’s agonizing over this. He should have NEVER gotten that glass of water.
Do you feel like you’re done?
All the dreams you had are hard to remember
Well, you’re not the only one
The sounds of clanging metal almost fall into a rhythm. Actually if he tore his attention away from his current project? It already was a rhythm. Fingers tapping against metal as the raging fire of the forge keeps the room at a burning hot temperature. A faint hum resting in the depths of his throat as he tightens his grip against the handle of the wrench as he begins tightening the newest nail. One hand pushing the edges of his wild mane of hair out of his face. A faint snort at the next verse. How poetic the words were.
Well it’s over, it’s over, it’s over
I won’t be pushed around Move over, move over, move over Get back or just get out
He gazes at his handiwork. The newest invention that was sure to put him a step further. There’s no doubt it could He build it after all. The faint sparks of the forge drifting across the room as he takes one of the nearby rags to start getting segments of the thick amounts of oil off his hands. The substance was quite easy to burn if he wasn’t careful but it’s not like he had to worry about the element. Arguably of course he made sure all his clothes were fireproof as well! That came with being a fire demon. A very powerful fire demon.
Set this plane up in flames
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over
It’s time to burn it down
When did he begin humming to the song? He doesn’t know. The slight tapping of his shoe against the hard stone floor as he moves with the beat, each movement almost in tune to the song that’s somehow overpowering the sound of clanging metal and the raging forge. He doesn’t mind. He peeks his head around the corner, his humming coming to an abrupt stop as soon as he finds the door and opens it. His hair must be a mess, he needs a brush, a cold glass of water and some more scraps. Time to wander around until he gets all three then return to what he was working on.
“ This one goes to the castaways, Who break their backs slaving every day. All these things I can do without, Gonna burn it down, burn it down…” And yet he couldn’t stop slightly singing along to the song he can still faintly hear. Damn it. He quiets himself, huffing slightly once he finds a cold glass of water. Only then does he clock in on the fact the rumored sixth sense is screaming at him as he whirls on his feet, a spark of flames in his free hand aimed in the direction of the possible intruder.
“HOW HAVE YOU MANAGED THIS IN TWO MINUTES!?”
hehe boys…..,
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