Cao Yiyang

曹艺洋 You don't know me, and you never will. I don't even know me, i heard your darlings are to kill.

[mpwukong]

Pretty Doll | Wukong & Yiyang

With eager arms winding around his middle, Wukong’s eyebrows raise a little in surprise, before he chuckles heartily and sets a hand on her hair before bestowing a kiss upon her crown. “Yes, I suppose that’s right-” he nods eagerly in agreement, finding her as sweet as honey, like always. No matter how mischievous others may find his children, to Wukong they could do no wrong and were sweeter than candied apples themselves. 

“Come-” he encourages her with a nod, taking a gentle hold of her arm to guide her a little back before he turns and crouches so he can scoop her up onto his back in a piggyback. “This is how baby monkeys are carried around!” He calls back happily, casting a glance back with an encouraging nod. Though he needed to remember the reason why they were heading into the city, and not get distracted by play time! Or he’s sure to get an earful from Camazotz!

“I have arranged for you to meet someone at a cute café that I think would be a great place for you to work-” the god nods, having set up a sort of interview to help get his adopted daughter settled and with something to keep her busy. In the hopes she’ll make friends that aren’t just himself and his son. 

[mpyiyang]

Yiyang face turns like a cats as her hair is pat before receiving a sweet kiss. Her eyes closing and crinking into half moon shapes while her lips turn up in a content, bubbly smile. Though she is not his direct daughter, the both of them would agree that they were alike and there was family resemblance. Perhaps due to the time spend together but she thinks there’s a little bit of ancestry as well. She’ll just think that for herself. After all it wasn’t like her father and Wukong were technically, actually related by blood. But then again, gods are weird so who knows. 

Her glance is curious as Wukong takes her hand and guides her towards his back, not sure what his intention was. She liked these moments best, because of her high insight that often led her to see through people before they even knew it. As he crouches a little bit she instantly knows though and a toothy bright smile adorns her face as her hands place down on his shoulders and she is quick to hop on without any hesitation. Technically the god was very old but he was every bit as vital! “Baby monkeys?! I want to meet them sometime.” She happy exclaims as she’s picked up in the piggyback and leans onto him. “Oh a café?” She’d worked at cafés before, so it wasn’t like she was lacking experience altogether which made it sound promising. On the other hand she had also been fired or left those previous times. “Is it cute?” Is her first question towards her uncle, fitting her current role that seemed to care more about these kind of things than for example pay. 

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[mp-zhiwei]

mp-zhiwei

[mpyiyang]

Voices | Open Starter

“Sakura..?” he asked looking at the girl confused yet his grip on the sword he had with him tightens. Zhiwei couldn’t help but still be on alert. He couldnt understand why she was here or why she was talking to him so suddenly. It all just came off very strange to him.

Not to forget to mention the fact that the way she gazed at him threw him off. While Zhi’s stare was always rather intense or intimidating the girls stare looked empty.. Like she was staring right through him. Yet when she talks he’s once again caught off guard. A long time resident of the island finding her way off the path to capture him working out so early in the morning. After some bit of silence Zhiwei finally lets his grip soften. He turns back to his gym bag grabbing the sheath for his sword to put back into before he’s putting it to the side and grabbing water to sip on. “I’ve only been on the island for about two years now. I don’t work at a host, I work at the gym, as an instructor. So yes, I could teach you.” he explains and takes a swig of water be he is closing it up and tossing it back into his bag. “Would I teach you? Now that is a different conversation.”

Yiyang is watching the male, despite maybe not seeming like it as her whole demeanor was like a slug, a grey slug. Like the ones you don’t notice slowly crawling around your garden, disappearing into the forest of greenery while they were brown like the earth. She doesn’t know why he is repeating the name of her workplace back to him. She does noticed his grip tightening and it’s obvious she does as he eyes slowly trail down to look at his hand. She doesn’t however make any move or show any intention to step closer to him. In her head she just goes ‘Ah...’, figuring he is on guard for some reason unbeknownst to her. But she does not care about it unless it obstructs her from her goal of being taught by him. 

After what was probably a suspenseful moment, she sees his grip lighten and her eyes roll back up to his face. Well, the fact he’s sheathing his sword also only bodes well for her. She just watches him as she waits for answers, while the man she still doesn’t even know the name of (she never asked) is going about. “Oh. I meant as a customer.” Is her simple reply about Sakura to explain her words, but does so fairly poorly as she neglects to say she works there. Instead she focuses on the latter part as he finally begins talking about teaching her. Her demeanor very briefly quirks, a jolt of inspiration through her being, and her back and shoulders slightly straighten. But they also just as quickly slump back again, similar to the glint in her eyes. “What are the conditions?” She doesn’t linger on things and speaks straightforward, the quicker she can get to her goal. Because as slow as she seemed in that moment, the more motivated she is when it comes to crafting a new role.

[mp-zhiwei]

mp-zhiwei 

[mpyiyang]

Voices | Open Starter

Zhiwei is fully entranced in his practice. The spins and every flair he adds to his movements and thrusts and slices of the sword look too elegant to be real to be able to be useful in combat but it is. The instructor makes it look effortless although is working up quite the sweat.

After making it through a routine Zhiwei stops and stands tall, chest rising up and down quickly as he tries to catch his breath. All those emotions he’s pent up inside him he slowly can feel fade away and disperse. No longer is he blinded by his rage but he has some clarity now which he follows up with some relaxation as he takes an easy inhale and exhales. Zhiwei is just about to take off the thin jacket he had on over a sleeveless shirt when he hears a voice and that voice startles him enough to where he turns towards that person with a glare.

“What..? Have you seen me before?” he asks carefully a little surprised to hear someone ask to teach him. Normally he’s the one that is looking for new students but now he wonders if this girl would be like the rest. Is she only here to fawn over his looks? Or worse- she couldn’t be a part of that group, could she?

Although she is not familiar with the particular martial art through Yiyang’s years of delving into many different ‘hobbies’, aka training for her characters, her eyes became trained. To be fair, she had been born with gifted eyes thanks to her father regardless. She can tell that for one he must be very good at this art. For two, his control is beyond exceptional. And for three, because good things come in threes, he is dedicated. And maybe the last point is her favorite. Because only those devoted to something else can begin to grasp at understanding her devotion to acting. It was her whole life, literally. 

The girl knows with her exceptional insight that the male his mood had been mellowing after the practice. She had spoken confidently but it also appears she startled him. The glare said it. Well... Probably she had encroached on his private practice. But she didn’t feel morally bad about it. “You? Should I recognize you from Sakura?” She asked in that same slow tone, same dull look in her eyes. She did not consider what kind of picture she was painting of him by asking that question. Yiyang dealt with other people’s emotions often after the fact, at least out of character. In character... It depended on the role of course. “I’ve been living on Mount Phoenix since I was 16. It’s possible, but I don’t think I’ve seen you up close.” She simply concludes in a robotic cadence. “Can you teach me?” She steers back to her question.

[mpyiyang]

Open Starter: Dancing in the Rain

[mpyiyang]

It was a summer daze, summer haze in the summer rain. Mount Phoenix was hot during the summer, and at times that would lead to this situation. A huge bout of rain, splattering down on the streets and greenery of the island. Generally speaking, Yiyang wasn’t a big fan of rain. Because as an actor it could ruin her costume nad make up. However she had also long ago accepted it as part of the roles she played. Whatever the weather, the characters still existed of course. 

Today however... Whether it’s the character or something buried deep inside. The rain had lured Yiyang out of her apartment. Bringing no umbrella she had been enticed to step out through the double doors to her building and feel the rain prick her skin everytime a droplet hit her. It poured like the heavens were weeping. She smiled because she thought it was exciting. Right there in front of the Chinese apartment building she walked out to the puddles and jumped in them like a little kid. The bigger the splash the better. It wasn’t cold because it was hot, if anything it served as a refreshing shower. After minutes long of running through the rain, splashing up the water that was on the ground, the demigoddess had taken off her shoes and discarded them somewhere by the side of a path. Her arms were thrown up and the smile on her face impossibly wide. A simple happiness as she danced, or did something that passed for it. Her voice echoed out in old Chinese songs and newer pop songs, mixing them however she felt like as she twirled and swirled and on her barefeet over stone and grass and earth, dancing in the rain.

[mpyiyang]

Open Starter: Dancing in the Rain

[mp-zhiwei]

Voices | Open Starter

[mp-zhiwei]

It was early in the morning, dawn just about to break, and Zhiwei had left the apartment he shared with his boyfriend to start his time training. Being out at this time wasn't unusual, but the instructor wasn't just out here to practice.

There was this new fire inside of him now. Before when it came to his training, the demigod had mainly used it as a medium to work out his unstable emotions. He wanted to burn through this loneliness of having such a small family, not exactly growing up with a mother's touch since he lost his mother at such a young age. His uncle was there for him of course but he grew up with discipline and tough love instead.

Now that he has people that he cares about, his talent wasn't just going to be for tournaments anymore. After finding out that there were these wicked people hunting the divine, and Zhiwei himself coming in too close of contact easily becoming a target, the young instructor has been hellbent on doing more than just train to keep up with his strength. He needed to be in tip-top shape so when these people came back to look for him or Xiaolang, or anyone else for that matter, he wasn't going to let these monsters take anyone else. Not if he's around to stop them.

Very slowly as the sun comes up, Zhiwei has worked past his warm-up and pulled out an old sword swiftly going through different movements. Any wandering eye that catches the instructor during his training may very well easily misjudge his moves for a dance. It was easy just from watching the fluidity and grace with every step and every swing, but his hard work shows. Zhiwei is already panting lightly, skin sheen with sweat dripping from his jaw and down his neck all while he wears this look of hard determination.

He can't stop.

He also can't allow himself to be weak enough for these monsters to take him either.

[mpyiyang]

As Yiyang stands there she can’t help but watch for a long time. Silent in the corner where she had entered with footsteps light and quiet. She wasn’t creeping on purpose, stood there in her all gray attire. Gray slacks, gray tee, gray vest, hair tied messily in something akin to a bun, no trace of any make up on her features. Even her sneakers were gray. But what she sees before her is beautiful. Gracious movement yet she senses something almost deadly in it. It’s right on that perfect balance, the line between beautiful and horrific. She doesn’t expect him not to notice her at all, but the daughter of Cao-Guijiu stays where she is and watches till she can’t anymore just stare.

“Excuse me. I’ll be blunt, I want you to teach me.”

Her eyes were slow. Here movements were slow. Even the way she spoke was slow and dragged out. But she said in very little effort exactly what she wanted. This Yiyang, the one outside a role, was what had gifted her the nickname Yi Blank, or even zombie. She couldn’t disagree with it because that is how she felt to some extent when she was out of a character to play, like a zombie looking for a brain to eat. But rather than eating and eating more, she wants to eat one and become them. Maybe she has found her new object of obsession.

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[mpwukong]

Tricky Family Dinners | Wukong, Yiyang & Tao

“Sauté? What does that even mean-” the Monkey King mumble to himself as he holds a spatula in one hand, and a cook book in the other. In front of him, in his beautifully modern, minimalist kitchen a wok of bean shoots sizzles dangerously. An easy stir fry, that was what he wanted to make. Something with lovely, fresh, crunchy vegetables for his growing children, to keep them healthy (and no doubt be the only meal to actually get vegetables into Tao in a week), but nothing was ever easy when you’re an ancient god who never does anything this mundane and normal for yourself. 

Lifting his head as he hears the door, Wukong is happy to give up trying to decipher this damn recipe, as he sets down the spatula and luckily remembers to turn off the heat under the wok. Still in his apron, the god eagerly shuffles through his apartment in his socks and pulls open the door with a bright smile for his precious younguns. “Hey guys-” he chimes happily, gesturing Yiyang through first and pressing a kiss to her silky black hair as she passes. With Tao moving through second, Wukong happily claps a hand on his shoulder and kicks the door close with his foot. “Stir fry tonight! I hope you guys are hungry for some food from home!” He hums, fingers slipping up to ruffle Tao’s hair before moving away back to the kitchen. He has more vegetables to chop! @taoxmp @mpyiyang​

[taoxmp]

Following Yiyang inside Wu’s apartment, Tao mumbles a short “Always~” after hearing his father’s ‘question’ about being hungry. When was he ever not hungry? Even as a kid he could eat tons of food and still be ‘hungry’. Just out of habit he ducks his head away from those fingers, that are ruffling through his hair. Usually because he doesn’t like his hairstyle to be ruined by Wu’s grabby hands, but this evening they are messy anyway, so he skips any comment about it, only quicken his pace a little as he shuffles along towards the kitchen. 

The kitchen is quite chaotic - as expected - and with curious eyes Tao inspects the vegetables, that already ended up in the frying pan, by poking around with a  cooking spoon in the pan. “It isn’t finished yet… right?” He asks a little skeptically while his eyes are still busy to invetigate the food. Tao didn’t expect that Wukong would be on time with his cooking, when they arrive at his door, but yet the food looks very ‘unfinished’. Does Wu even know what he wants to cook? A worry crinkle is slowly forming on Tao’s forehead. “It smells a little burnt…” 

@mpyiyang @mpwukong

[mpyiyang]

As Yiyang is greeted by the door being flung open in a way only Wukong could make it, a smile was blooming inside her. However it did not come to the surface as she stood there in her long black dress and gloves that went almost over all of her arms. She thought she made a great eerie, seemingly with one foot in the afterworld, mediator and fortune teller. “Hi uncle.” Her monotone voice sounds out, but Wukong knows not to think too much of it as she is in one of her characters, like close to always. In her own way she lets him know she is happy to see him. When he presses a kiss to her head she whispers into his ear, tone still eerie, but in a way that fits her character appreciating him. “A good fate for tonight is in the cards, thank you for having us.” And with that she steps through after slipping out of black flat shoes. 

The idea of food from home is exciting to Yiyang and so she happily follows Tao to the kitchen to see what was in store for them. However, it isn’t exactly surprising that... If he cooked himself it needed some work. She appreciated the effort and enthusiasm of her uncle though. “I’m receiving the feeling that it is burning, you might want to turn off the heat,Tao.” The girl says, not moving to do it herself with him standing right in front of it. “Since you’re not finished, we can help you and do it together. Surely that would be fun. Uncle can chop, Tao can be in charge of the pans on the stove and I’ll curate.” Because really Wukong should remember the time Yiyang acted a chef once, and she almost chopped her toe off when she dropped the knife. Instead it had left a scar where the knife had landed on her foot, thankfully without too much injury. 

[mpwukong]

Pretty Doll | Wukong & Yiyang

“-ah” Wukong chuckles with a small tilt of his head, as if Yiyang had happened upon a hidden truth, before he glances over at her with a grin. “Don’t I still get into a lot of trouble?” He asks, before pulling her closer, gently by the arm, in a small squeeze to his side before he chuckles and nods. Yes, there were times when he and his brothers and sisters had been mischievous. “The animal world is a little different to that of mortals and gods. A lot less rules. You just always do as your mother says-!” He lifts a hand to waggle a finger with a nod. Some things were universal!

At the mention of calling her mother, Wukong looks over at his ward and nods softly in approval. “I know she would like that-” he hums, having promised the woman that he would care for her daughter he had also warned her that the island was an exciting place. It wouldn’t be the first time a demigod had gotten so wrapped up in it all, they might forget to call home as frequently as they had promised. 

At the question of his monkey family, Wukong has to think for a moment, head tilting as he hums softly. “It’s hard to say. It was so long ago…” he thinks aloud. He’d never been asked that before. Not many gods could point to their origins in the way he could, so it perhaps doesn’t seem like something to consider for others. “I don’t really remember them. More… the feelings. That is what I remember” he nods, head turning to look down at her, before he smiles softly and lightly pinches her cheek. “That is the downside, perhaps, to living for so long. Your memory doesn’t always stay with you…”

[mpyiyang]

“Isn’t that the same here?” Yiyang says with a naughty chuckle. If people didn’t know better the chuckle might actually make her look like Wukongs direct daughter! “Always listen to mom?” Though Yiyang had no more respect for anyone else, her mother being the top, it was no secret that she had gone against her mother’s wishes from time to time. But she was happy to admit that her mother was just trying to protect her and give her a stable life! Probably, in a way, her mother had been very right in all her advices when she was still that kid troubled to remain in a school. Head to far outside the classroom to be pulled back in. 

The thing about Wukong though, was that he was not mortal, and that made for countless stories that she could listen to for hours on end if she had the opportunity! This time as well her big eyes are set on the god, holding onto his hand and hanging on his lips to hear his answer. Even as he says it’s been such a long time, she is waiting to hear a story, anything. His answer though isn’t exactly what she expected, though she didn’t know what she expected to hear. Feelings... Now it was questionable apparantly if Yiyang had many of those, because she was practically always acting. She never bothered with this question because she thought it was unnecessary, but she does see an interesting parallel here. He remembered the feelings, maybe it was similar to how characters came to her? 

And so Yiyang nods and hums softly as she considers it. She only realizes he’s looking at her when he pinches her cheek and with a cute whine she looks back up at him, cheeks huffed cutely. Your memory doesn’t always stay with you. The words she hears fall off his lips and like waves washing over her ears. He sounded a little melancholic. Her arms hug around his tightly even though it makes walking together a little more difficult. “It’s okay! The nice thing is you can always make new memories.” She says while beaming him a smile, like she was the little cherub floating in old renaissance paintings. 

[mpyiyang]

mpxjennie

Jennie relaxed in Yiyang’s massage. She clearly needed one. Stress had been mounting the last weeks, and each movement of Yiyang’s hand helped release the growing tension. She was very appreciative of Yiyang’s assistance, and she silently thought to add more money on the card for them. Jennie would address that thought at a later moment.

“Well, I’m glad you have such high expectations for me.” A soft chuckle leaves her lips. Jennie’s standards were probably non-existent for a future love, but she also doubted she would ever be one to find it. She was still so broken over everything with Shuhua. Jennie always loved far too deeply, and though dramatically, she doubted anyone would be able to win her heart. At her question, she sets down the proposal. “It is a mere proposal, though it is rather boring.” She complains, and she turns her chair to face Yiyang. A small smirk plays on Jennie’s lips as she reaches forward to pull the woman onto her lap so that her back pressed against Jennie. “You have massaged my shoulders long enough. You can read the rest for me now so I can work on emails.” An arm stayed loosely around Yiyang’s hips so that she could leave Jennie’s lap if she wanted to. Jennie offered her the proposal and showed her the starting place before she turned on her laptop.

Yiyangs hands let go as her boss moves her chair to face her direction instead. Yiyangs soft but confident smile remained as it was on her face as her hands lowered and she looked at her lady sitting before her. She sees the look on her face but nonetheless is a little surprised when she’s pulled over. However she is quick to go with it and also smile a little wider, as she comfortably gets on her boss’ lap. Ooh she was allowed to read it for her! Exciting. She didn’t know all that much about business dealings and had bluffed most of it for a CEO persona she once took up. But, she was curious! Especially as it concerned her workplace and basically her little sanctuary! Maybe that was an odd term to use because really, it wasn’t usually that quiet or serene at Sakura. But to Yiyang this was the place where she could live and breathe freely while pushing her own creativity and extending it. 

She nods in a polite manner to Jennie, hiding her excitement mostly. Her role was allowed to smile and show a little bit but not to be impolite or burdensome. She begins reading from where Jennie had pointed out and actually the proposal sounded very interesting. As she did her best to read it flawlessly, despite slowing down once or twice or repeating a word to correct her pronunciation, the maid was having all kinds of ideas and possibilities. When she finishes she places the proposal down on the desk and asks. “Are you going to accept it? It sounds like a nice idea if we could go out and extend our services.”

[mpyiyang]

Bloods and Bonds

[mpyiyang]

continued from mpxvincent : @mpxvincent

Vincent had just got out of a fight. Not one of the ones that he was paid to do. He never left the building looking this rough, having enough magical healing ointment and other remedies to assist him. However, now, he had just stopped some asshole from stealing some soft little love demigod's bag, and it turned out that their firsts were mightier than expected.

Patting his bleeding nose with a rag, he tilts his head as he watched her. A small frown rested on his lips. He did not immediately answer her question, but soon, he finally spoke softly to her as he finally thought he got rid of all the excess blood that had pulled all over his face. "Some asshole Ares kid. They are too much like their father."

He throws away the blood covered tissue before leaning against the nearby wall. Arms cross as he surveys her, trying to figure out what her intentions are. "No need to worry. I've handled worse."

Roaming the bustling city during the night was not an activity Yiyang participated in all that often. But tonight she had stepped out of her apartment and walked the streets. Simply because she felt like it, and when did she not listen to her intuition? Clearly it had been correct as the blank canvas had stumbled upon quite the scene of a young man, muscular but bloodied. It was obvious he hadn’t just fallen. 

The Chinese girl her head tilts to one side slightly though her expression remaisn that same void of nothing. “Ares...” She repeats as if thinking it over. Probably her father knew of him more but she had never met the man. Or god she should probably say. But even so the statement seemed to hold its truth for she would not be surprised if one of his kids would beat someone up. Not that she judged them, it was just the truth. She nods once as if accepting this explanation, fingers curled into the sleeves of the grey sweat hoodie she wore, on her grey sweatpants. 

“Oh, you have?” She asked, her gaze had shifted during her thoughts but now it was slowly tracing back to her and... A hint of a smile pulled one corner of her lips up. Which character would come to her first~? She thought as her curiosity was leading her to ask more. “Do you usually get bloodied like this? Are you usually the winner or the loser?” Although it was cute that he told her not to worry, it was probably obvious from her line of questioning that in fact... She indeed didn’t exactly worry about his well-being. 

[mpyiyang]

Bloods and Bonds

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[mpwukong]

Pretty Doll | Wukong & Yiyang

“That you are-” Wukong hums and nods in agreement at the young demigoddess’ comment about being a good friend, because she could literally adapt to whatever they needed. “The young people of the island are going to be very lucky to have you” he nods, taking her hands as she helps him up, before slipping her arm under his and starts to guide her towards the edge of the park. His hand remaining gently resting on hers in the crook of his arm as he smiles over at her, pleased to see her enthusiasm and excitement for the job placement he’d found for her. Maybe she was feeding off of his excitement, but if she could enjoy it, then there was no harm. 

“Make sure you save time for your cousin Tao-” he hums with a nod, “I know he is looking forward to you two growing close, like brother and sister” he grins and glances back down at her. He may be putting words in his son’s mouth, but it would do the boy well to have a sibling type relationship! “You know, when I grew up and was very young, there were lots of monkeys around. We’d fill the trees and call to each other all day, until the last call at night and everyone fell asleep, cuddled close, knowing all our brothers and sisters would be there when we woke up” he hums, with fond memories of a time long, long ago, before he’d started his own mythical journey. 

“Family is important” he says softly, lowering his arm to instead take her hand, as they move closer towards the busy streets. Yiyang had never really expressed any sorts of feelings of missing her father, yet still the Monkey King was keen to fill that position as best he can. 

[mpyiyang]

Yiyang her step was bouncy and excited, like a little kitten sleepy one moment and excited the next to see the world and play in it. Her eyes constantly wandered around even though the real Yiyang had of course seen everything here plenty of times. It was part of the role, which was in turn part of her. Even for her uncle who’d known her so long it would be hard to pinpoint who she really was, because it was an enigma. Not because she wanted to hide, but because she was an actor in the purest form. He was one of the few who had seen her before this had fully set in though. So he knew better than anyone, except her mom that is. 

“You’re right! If I get it I promise I’ll work really hard.” She beamed a smile at the God. She had rarely not worked hard in her previous jobs, even if her character was a slacker she’d make up a reason for them to do what must be done anyways. She acted her characters perfectly but also perfectly adjusted them to lessen the hindrance. But, even so, previous jobs often could not handle her changing characters for long and eventually they’d run into a problem. This time, it might be different. As Tao is brought up, Wukongs biological son, Yiyangs head tilts slightly though a smile remains evident. She was more than happy to spend time with him but she also knew it could be difficult on him. The good thing though was that like his father he didn’t perticularly care about her changing personality. Nonetheless, it made it hard to get a grip on her to get close. She understood that, yet she still hummed with a decisive nod at the god his words. 

“Really?” Yiyang asked with bright eyes, the story of Wukong as a baby monkey intriguing her. She’d never felt a need for a lot of family, siblings or friends but of course the image he painted was very beautiful and nice. “I bet you got into a lot of trouble!” She teased him with the remaining wide grin. Yet what she hears in return to her teasing is Wukong his soft voice, not his ever-teasing tone. A tone he used with Tao and her, those he cared for. She nodded once more with a hum to confirm that she heard him and would keep the words in her heart as she glanced at their hands. “I’ll give mom a really long call tonight.” She eventually said. Out of her parents it was the one of the two she could actually contact. The other... She didn’t remember even his face. It never bothered her but she understood what Wukong was saying. “Do you miss them? The other monkeys?” 

[mpyiyang]

mpxjennie

Jennie rests in her chair. She grabs one of the larger stacks of paper that she needs to review. She did not have the energy to try and focus to Yiyang and do more accounting work. So, she found this the best time to look over a few business proposals that involved working with Sakura or using a few of their hosts for different types of events. Her motley group of hosts seemed to finally be getting the attentions he deserved, and she was completely ready to use them to the best of her ability. Much as she did Yiyang now. This had turned into the perfect excuse to get a massage. which was well needed after reviewing all of these reports.

“Are you telling me what to do?” She raises her brow as she looks over at Yiyang. The question comes out playful. “You are getting rather brave.” She chuckles softly, and she goes back to her report. Her eyes skim the words before she speaks again. “And regardless, I am far from the fairest in this empire. However, I am sure looking for the fairest to join my side. It is too bad you guys keep me so busy. I will rot here alone in my old age.” Jennie relaxes as the woman starts trying to massage her shoulders. Yiyang is not particularly good, but she has not done anything yet that Jennie deems intolerable yet. So, she merely continues going through the report, marking here and there at important spots.

Jennie’s quirk of her brow and tilts of that small, perfect round head was met with Yiyangs smile as if of course she was innocence itself when it came to the matter. “But of course not, lady.” She says with a similarly playful undertone. Not replying to the latter part of that statement. Being humble was good, talking back was not. So even though it sounded like a moment to refuse Yiyang in her role just let the comment slip away. It was clearly meant jokingly anyways so this was the correct response. 

She whines softly at the claim that she wasn’t the fairest, no one should dare talk about her like that of course! And she would always fully support her whether it felt untrue or not. Even untrue support was support! “You are of course doing well at gathering those similarly fair around you, but my lady is the brightest peony in a field of different-colored roses.” Of course she chose a peony for Jennie, because in China it was thought of as the king of flowers. It was only fitting for her. Not to mention they also represented nobility and wealth. “Of course I want my lady to find someone, but I’m afraid my standards for your future partner are too high.” She jokes back with a half smile as her fingers continue to knead along her shoulders, shifting over slightly every now and again. She can’t help but glance at the document though that the demigoddess is reading through. “May I ask what matters is keeping lady Jennie tense in her shoulders?” She asks in referral to it.

[mpwukong]

Pretty Doll | Wukong & Yiyang

Smiling brightly as he watches her awaken, Wukong crouches down on old knees to look back at her with a hum. “Somewhere I think you will do great” he murmurs back, gentle fingers reaching out to pull a small blade of grass from her silky hair, before his finger gently taps the tip of her nose and his smile widens. It wasn’t a job at the hospital, because all he could really get her there was a cleaning job, and that just seemed like a waste of such a lovely young lady. Then having enquired around a little, and quickly deciding that a job with Tao was definitely not a choice, he’d happened upon a cute little café that he is sure would fit her perfectly. 

“It’s called Sakura, and it’s pretty, just like you-” he coos, finger lifting her chin a little before he flashes a small wink. Perhaps, like every father, he is a little guilty of doting and being utterly enthralled by the young lady in his care, but he just can’t help himself. “It’s a café, somewhere people go to make friends” he explains with a small nod before chuckling gently and sets his hands on his knees. “Will you help your old man up? Then we can go and look, if you’d like?” He chuckles, eyes turning up to crescents, as he may be a kung fu master, but even he gets seized knees sometimes! He is, after all, a very old monkey.

[mpyiyang]

With her long, dark hair flowing around her over her shoulder, back and arms as she hugs her knees a soft sleepy smile remained on her lips. Content in that moment with just the sun and Wukong. She hums with delight at the picture he paints for her of the job that he had found. She had no reason to doubt any of her uncle his words. Even if he liked his tricks he was definitely not joking now, when it came to Yiyang and their connection. She had always felt genuine affection from him and for him. 

As he lifts her chin so she looks at him rather than half dosing off again under the warm rays of sunlight she smiles with glee. “Friends? I can be a really good friend, I can be whicheeeeever friend they want~.” Her tone singsongs a little, both proud of and confident in her craft of taking on characters, acting if you would put it simply. It really wasn’t that simple though. It was quite literally her life. She laughs as Wukong complains about getting up, without any moment of hesitation she raised up to stand with energy and youthful vigor, extending both her hands to take his and pull him up. She bounced a little in place as she beamed up at him. “Let’s go right now!” The sleepiness was wearing off now as she was excited about the opportunity since it came from him. She didn’t let go of his hand even as they walked down the roads to find Sakura. A place she’d find out she would be working at much longer than any of her other jobs. Because the fit was perfect.