Wenling 🗡️

LEGO MONKIE KID OC BLOG...?

[rabbitrazorblade]

My name is Wenling.

I am fifteen years old. She and her.

I used to be the Lady Bone Demon’s prized assassin. She raised me from young to be the ultimate warrior—to lead the making of a world free from imperfections. Once she was defeated, I left the city to find work. I soon reached a pet shop and realized that moderately priced dog kibble was my calling.

(That was sarcasm, if you weren’t able to tell. I’m not the best at making that clear.)

There is some merit to such a silly claim. Animals really do serve as valuable companions.

I’m an orphan. Or, at least I was before. @the-lurkingshadow is…My mother figure? Friend? I truly am not able to tell you—as much as I hate being uncertain of anything. He teleported into my work one day to “catch up with me” and took me in.

I also like my sword, and miniature crafts. You can transform bits of garbage into…Not garbage. Decoration. I find that interesting, even if it’s of no real benefit.

That’s about it. 

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Mod’s Note:

Wenling is building up her menagerie of pets! Here they are:

Bao (a black horse. Also not actually Bao! She just named the horse after him).

Pangu (a Pixiu. She’s…Very ambitious with her companion choices.)

Scrap (a stray puppy her “friend” Hàoyú gave to her.)

FYI!! I sometimes have my OC Yiyun write on here, and whenever she’s talking the text is red.

I have no clue what I’m doing. I’m going to do it anyway though.

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[bao-shapechanger]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

Bao. Hello. It’s been a bit since I’ve checked in…I apologize for that.

Uh…how are you?

Little sister!

I'm fine.

Adapting without my vision. It really should come back any day now. Or, at least, it would have come back earlier, but-

Anyway. Tell me how you're doing. How are your studies?

[rabbitrazorblade]

School is easy, as per usual. Volunteering at the temple has not been particularly interesting as of late, either.

You…haven’t retrieved your vision. How long has it been?

[rabbitrazorblade]

Yeah so MK is probably bringing Bao and Wuking to you… and they’ve kinda been through hell and back…

I’m already halfway down the street. If transit is in my favor, I should be in the village in about half an hour.

In the meantime, I’m sure Mingze and the other monks able to help them.

[sandy-and-the-felines]

Uhhhhh MK just killed Baos abusive boyfriend—?

HUH?!

Where are they? Are they safe? Do they need backup?!

[rabbitrazorblade]

…I’m sorry, what just happened?

You don’t need to say any more. I’m on my way to the village. I’ll alert the temple that my family will be coming in soon.

Is it true? Is Gong really dead?…the universe is good.

[sandy-and-the-felines]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

Wenling is still in Megapolis after dropping Hàoyú off at his family’s apartment. Mostly because his mother saw how distraught she was (while also being soaking wet) and insisted that she stay until the weather was at least somewhat practical to travel in. She hates being pitied, but she wasn’t going to argue with her “friend’s” mom.

For the most part, it’s going well. She and Hàoyú are working on yet again other art project together. Despite it all, she can’t shake off the immense guilt she harbors. So…she decides to turn to a coping mechanism she’s had for a while: taking care of animals.

Wenling knocks on Sandy’s boat, attempting to peer into it.

Sandy. Are you home?

Hey there little buddy!

*Sandy happily opened the door, and stepped back. Over a dozen cats immediately charged forwards with delighted meows and tackled Wenling, climbing up her legs and sprawling on her shoulders.*

It's great to see you again! Come on in.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling almost cracks a smile, stepping inside whilst petting a cat that sits on her shoulder. She closes her umbrella, carefully placing it by the door.

I don’t suppose you’ll be needing help with the cats?

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling and Hàoyú’s trip home! Because mod finally has time to write it.

After Wenling and Bao had that…encounter, Wenling felt a sudden wave of guilt rush over her. What was she thinking? That she could save her older brother, all while keeping Hàoyú safe, too? She couldn’t. She’s far too weak.

H: So, uh…I guess we’re on our way back now?

W: Indeed. However, our very first course of action is to get out of these ridiculous clothes. We look like the traveling circus.

So, they got their regular clothes back and are now on their way to Megapolis. The storm rages on, and Wenling notices Hàoyú begin to shiver. She really shouldn’t have brought him along with her.

W: Don’t worry. We should be able to get there soon.

As soon as they get on an empty train (courtesy of the Lady Bone Demon) to the city, Hàoyú slumps into one of the seats, looking utterly exhausted. Wenling sits next to him, her arms crossed against her stomach, staring intensely into space before turning to him.

W: Are you alright?

H: Yep. Feeling real peachy, all things considered. You?

W: I’m fine. Wenling feels her world beginning to fall apart all over again. All because of that water deity, far too similar to the Lady Bone Demon for her liking. By Buddha, she wants his ugly head mounted on her bedroom wall. It would be the least she could do, after all he’s done. To Bao, to Zi…Except she can’t. She’s a failure.

As Hàoyù drifts off next to her, she feels the dreaded tears welling up in her eyes. That seems to wake him up.

H: I—hey, hey! What’s wrong?

Wenling doesn’t respond right away. If he knew just how dangerous of a journey she took him on, he would be completely justified in hating her. Perhaps the Lady Bone Demon was right about one thing: she would always be a danger.

She desperately tries to hold the tears in, but they fall from her eyes like a dripping faucet. She wipes them away.

W: No, it’s…it’s nothing. Go back to sleep.

Hàoyú suddenly hugs her. She hesitates, but hugs him back—only for a few moments, before letting go.

[bao-shapechanger]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

SO! Wenling and her “friend” Hàoyú are both on Gong’s island and have been for a while, because mod has just found out crap is about to go down and that they have to speed this plot up. H: Is this it? Whoa. I’ve never seen such a huge place before!

W: I’ve never quite felt so much burning hatred before.

Once they got there, they could feel the subjects staring at them. Reasonably so, it wasn’t every day that strange-looking adolescent humans just showed up. So, per Hàoyú’s request, they decided to try to blend in with the crowd just a little better. Needless to say, they look really dumb.

H: Oh! That’s…a really nice dress you’ve got there, Wen. Pfft…

W: Laugh and you’re going straight back to Megapolis.

Right now, Wenling is sort of stalking Gong’s palace in the bushes (with a pair of binoculars I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MENTION), Hàoyú by her side.

H: Do you usually stalk your brother like this? This seems kind of hardcore.

W: It isn’t stalking if he’s well aware of it. Bao’s sense of smell is as strong as all of the Celestials’ might combined.

*Bao was in one of the closed off gardens, protected from the storm eternally raging outside the walls of the Palace. He spoke to the small gaggle of beautiful (somewhat scaly) servants for a few more minutes before sending them away and moving on.*

*He settled down on a bench underneath a towering peach tree, setting down a small basket. Zi was sleeping inside, curled up between the fruit.*

*Bao watched his son with the softest smile, sighing and raising his voice.*

Wenling, you were taught better than this. Your friend is even wearing artificial scent. I'm actually rather insulted.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling face grows slightly pink, out of mild embarrassment.

Funny. I have absolutely no idea where he got that from.

She turns to Hàoyú, her voice low.

W: Axe body spray. Seriously?

H: I—my dad gave it to me! I feel bad…not using it.

[bao-shapechanger]

Loud, too.

*Bao barely had to look for more than a second before spotting his little sister's hiding spot.*

Get your sorry behinds out here and kowtow for mercy before I set the guards on you. You're insane.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling steps out, usually quite indifferent to Bao’s scolding. However, its effect is accentuated tenfold once she realizes just how stupid she looks. Her face goes red whilst trying to maintain her perpetually blank expression. Hàoyú seems to feel it, too.

H: You know what? Maybe the clothes weren’t my brightest idea.

W: Put far too generously. I’ll end you, Hàoyú.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao stares them both down, his only eye twitching as he takes in the attempts at outfits.*

I can't tell if you were trying to be offensive, or if you genuinely thought dressing like drunken rodeo clowns was a good idea.

What in the eighteen hells are you doing here, Wenling? With your... Friend?

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling attempts to get over herself, her voice trembling with sheer mortification as she explains what she was trying to do—her face failing to remain straight.

My schoolmate was not part of the plan. We crossed paths in the village and he made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t leave me be unless I let him “tag along.”

H: You let me come all on your own.

W: Quiet, Hàoyú. As I was saying…if you think I came here to battle your distasteful lover, you’re gravely mistaken. I only wanted to check in.

A beat.

W: The last time I saw you, you were battered and bruised. Upset, rambling about how you were a “bad brother…” And a day later, you’re gone. I wondered if you were dead in a ditch somewhere, but then I realized that you must have been…here. Now that I’ve—actually spoken to you, I’ll be on my way soon.

Wenling is startled a bit by Zi.

W: Ah. Hello, Zi.

( @zi-shapechanger )

[bao-shapechanger]

He is not distasteful, watch your mouth in front of Zi.

*Bao snapped, reaching up to nuzzle Zi and scratch behind his ear.*

Hush for a moment, little one.

*He stood up, face flush with anger and embarrassment. The shiny bruise on his cheek seemed even brighter in his humiliation.*

You should have come through the front doors. You'd have been welcomed. Did you.. get through the storm without trouble?

[ @zi-shapechanger ]

[rabbitrazorblade]

We were fine. Hàoyú felt a bit under the weather, but he’s been saying that he feels better.

Wenling pauses.

I didn’t want to intrude. I know that you can be…quite private, and I didn’t want you to be angry with me. Though, one could argue that sneaking in is precisely what intrusion is. I just thought…that if you knew I was here, but if I didn’t talk to you, you would know that I would…be here for you, regardless of what happens. Now that I’m saying it out loud, it sounds—rather stupid.

Wenling is very bad at feelings. She wants to get rid of feeling! Stomp it out like flies.

[zi-shapechanger]

*Zi is just half asleep on Baos shoulder. It’s clear he’s very much clinging to him*

When-Len? Can you help Baba? He told me he fell and got hurt

[bao-shapechanger]

That storm can cause pneumonia in minutes if you're not correctly protected or trained. I'm not surprised he feels unwell.

I.. I am not angry with you. I wish you'd come properly, instead of sneaking around like you're not my sister. You're always welcome here. Your friend, too.

*Bao was going to continue before Zi squeaked and spoke up, his face going crimson.*

Zi, please, Wenling doesn't need to know about my embarrassing tumbles.

*Especially because Wenling knew Bao, better than almost anyone. And Wenling knew that Bao had never tripped or fallen before, not with his keen senses.*

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling’s expression hardens ever so slightly, growing pensive. Hàoyú picks up on this, and is seemingly about to ask her if she’s okay, before she pipes up herself.

Have you been icing it? If you need it, I’m able to get an ice pack.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao nodded, shifting the fabric of his hanfu so it covered Zi a little more and kept him warm and cosy.*

Yes, I've been icing it. It's not my first bruise. But I appreciate your concern.

*He looked uneasy, glancing over his shoulder at something unseen.*

Wenling, you know you're always welcome here. I just don't think you'd like to stay. It's very cold.

[rabbitrazorblade]

“Cold.” Wenling knows what that word means. It means destruction, havoc, bloodshed…entails horrors that she (which she admits begrudgingly) cannot surpass. Much less Hàoyú. If anything happens to him, she is solely responsible.

What was she thinking? How could she do that to her friend? She should have just come by herself. By the Gods, she was stupid.

…Yes. I suppose this is where we part ways, for the time being. I need to take Hàoyú back to the city.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao's shoulders dropped with relief. No further explanation would be needed, not with his sister. She understood.*

Of course, I understand completely. I would be devastated if you started to ignore your schoolwork over field trips.

*He did stand up, stepping forward to hug Wenling and kiss her cheek. His voice dropped to a whisper.*

Never come without protection again.

*Then he stepped back.*

Be safe through the storm home. And give MK my love.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling simply nods, grabbing Hàoyú’s hand—rather tightly.

A silly thing to worry about. You know I always do well.

…Goodbye, for now. Goodbye to you, too, Zi.

[bao-shapechanger]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

SO! Wenling and her “friend” Hàoyú are both on Gong’s island and have been for a while, because mod has just found out crap is about to go down and that they have to speed this plot up. H: Is this it? Whoa. I’ve never seen such a huge place before!

W: I’ve never quite felt so much burning hatred before.

Once they got there, they could feel the subjects staring at them. Reasonably so, it wasn’t every day that strange-looking adolescent humans just showed up. So, per Hàoyú’s request, they decided to try to blend in with the crowd just a little better. Needless to say, they look really dumb.

H: Oh! That’s…a really nice dress you’ve got there, Wen. Pfft…

W: Laugh and you’re going straight back to Megapolis.

Right now, Wenling is sort of stalking Gong’s palace in the bushes (with a pair of binoculars I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MENTION), Hàoyú by her side.

H: Do you usually stalk your brother like this? This seems kind of hardcore.

W: It isn’t stalking if he’s well aware of it. Bao’s sense of smell is as strong as all of the Celestials’ might combined.

*Bao was in one of the closed off gardens, protected from the storm eternally raging outside the walls of the Palace. He spoke to the small gaggle of beautiful (somewhat scaly) servants for a few more minutes before sending them away and moving on.*

*He settled down on a bench underneath a towering peach tree, setting down a small basket. Zi was sleeping inside, curled up between the fruit.*

*Bao watched his son with the softest smile, sighing and raising his voice.*

Wenling, you were taught better than this. Your friend is even wearing artificial scent. I'm actually rather insulted.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling face grows slightly pink, out of mild embarrassment.

Funny. I have absolutely no idea where he got that from.

She turns to Hàoyú, her voice low.

W: Axe body spray. Seriously?

H: I—my dad gave it to me! I feel bad…not using it.

[bao-shapechanger]

Loud, too.

*Bao barely had to look for more than a second before spotting his little sister's hiding spot.*

Get your sorry behinds out here and kowtow for mercy before I set the guards on you. You're insane.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling steps out, usually quite indifferent to Bao’s scolding. However, its effect is accentuated tenfold once she realizes just how stupid she looks. Her face goes red whilst trying to maintain her perpetually blank expression. Hàoyú seems to feel it, too.

H: You know what? Maybe the clothes weren’t my brightest idea.

W: Put far too generously. I’ll end you, Hàoyú.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao stares them both down, his only eye twitching as he takes in the attempts at outfits.*

I can't tell if you were trying to be offensive, or if you genuinely thought dressing like drunken rodeo clowns was a good idea.

What in the eighteen hells are you doing here, Wenling? With your... Friend?

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling attempts to get over herself, her voice trembling with sheer mortification as she explains what she was trying to do—her face failing to remain straight.

My schoolmate was not part of the plan. We crossed paths in the village and he made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t leave me be unless I let him “tag along.”

H: You let me come all on your own.

W: Quiet, Hàoyú. As I was saying…if you think I came here to battle your distasteful lover, you’re gravely mistaken. I only wanted to check in.

A beat.

W: The last time I saw you, you were battered and bruised. Upset, rambling about how you were a “bad brother…” And a day later, you’re gone. I wondered if you were dead in a ditch somewhere, but then I realized that you must have been…here. Now that I’ve—actually spoken to you, I’ll be on my way soon.

Wenling is startled a bit by Zi.

W: Ah. Hello, Zi.

( @zi-shapechanger )

[bao-shapechanger]

He is not distasteful, watch your mouth in front of Zi.

*Bao snapped, reaching up to nuzzle Zi and scratch behind his ear.*

Hush for a moment, little one.

*He stood up, face flush with anger and embarrassment. The shiny bruise on his cheek seemed even brighter in his humiliation.*

You should have come through the front doors. You'd have been welcomed. Did you.. get through the storm without trouble?

[ @zi-shapechanger ]

[rabbitrazorblade]

We were fine. Hàoyú felt a bit under the weather, but he’s been saying that he feels better.

Wenling pauses.

I didn’t want to intrude. I know that you can be…quite private, and I didn’t want you to be angry with me. Though, one could argue that sneaking in is precisely what intrusion is. I just thought…that if you knew I was here, but if I didn’t talk to you, you would know that I would…be here for you, regardless of what happens. Now that I’m saying it out loud, it sounds—rather stupid.

Wenling is very bad at feelings. She wants to get rid of feeling! Stomp it out like flies.

[zi-shapechanger]

*Zi is just half asleep on Baos shoulder. It’s clear he’s very much clinging to him*

When-Len? Can you help Baba? He told me he fell and got hurt

[bao-shapechanger]

That storm can cause pneumonia in minutes if you're not correctly protected or trained. I'm not surprised he feels unwell.

I.. I am not angry with you. I wish you'd come properly, instead of sneaking around like you're not my sister. You're always welcome here. Your friend, too.

*Bao was going to continue before Zi squeaked and spoke up, his face going crimson.*

Zi, please, Wenling doesn't need to know about my embarrassing tumbles.

*Especially because Wenling knew Bao, better than almost anyone. And Wenling knew that Bao had never tripped or fallen before, not with his keen senses.*

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling’s expression hardens ever so slightly, growing pensive. Hàoyú picks up on this, and is seemingly about to ask her if she’s okay, before she pipes up herself.

Have you been icing it? If you need it, I’m able to get an ice pack.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao nodded, shifting the fabric of his hanfu so it covered Zi a little more and kept him warm and cosy.*

Yes, I've been icing it. It's not my first bruise. But I appreciate your concern.

*He looked uneasy, glancing over his shoulder at something unseen.*

Wenling, you know you're always welcome here. I just don't think you'd like to stay. It's very cold.

[rabbitrazorblade]

“Cold.” Wenling knows what that word means. It means destruction, havoc, bloodshed…entails horrors that she (which she admits begrudgingly) cannot surpass. Much less Hàoyú. If anything happens to him, she is solely responsible.

What was she thinking? How could she do that to her friend? She should have just come by herself. By the Gods, she was stupid.

…Yes. I suppose this is where we part ways, for the time being. I need to take Hàoyú back to the city.

[bao-shapechanger]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

SO! Wenling and her “friend” Hàoyú are both on Gong’s island and have been for a while, because mod has just found out crap is about to go down and that they have to speed this plot up. H: Is this it? Whoa. I’ve never seen such a huge place before!

W: I’ve never quite felt so much burning hatred before.

Once they got there, they could feel the subjects staring at them. Reasonably so, it wasn’t every day that strange-looking adolescent humans just showed up. So, per Hàoyú’s request, they decided to try to blend in with the crowd just a little better. Needless to say, they look really dumb.

H: Oh! That’s…a really nice dress you’ve got there, Wen. Pfft…

W: Laugh and you’re going straight back to Megapolis.

Right now, Wenling is sort of stalking Gong’s palace in the bushes (with a pair of binoculars I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MENTION), Hàoyú by her side.

H: Do you usually stalk your brother like this? This seems kind of hardcore.

W: It isn’t stalking if he’s well aware of it. Bao’s sense of smell is as strong as all of the Celestials’ might combined.

*Bao was in one of the closed off gardens, protected from the storm eternally raging outside the walls of the Palace. He spoke to the small gaggle of beautiful (somewhat scaly) servants for a few more minutes before sending them away and moving on.*

*He settled down on a bench underneath a towering peach tree, setting down a small basket. Zi was sleeping inside, curled up between the fruit.*

*Bao watched his son with the softest smile, sighing and raising his voice.*

Wenling, you were taught better than this. Your friend is even wearing artificial scent. I'm actually rather insulted.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling face grows slightly pink, out of mild embarrassment.

Funny. I have absolutely no idea where he got that from.

She turns to Hàoyú, her voice low.

W: Axe body spray. Seriously?

H: I—my dad gave it to me! I feel bad…not using it.

[bao-shapechanger]

Loud, too.

*Bao barely had to look for more than a second before spotting his little sister's hiding spot.*

Get your sorry behinds out here and kowtow for mercy before I set the guards on you. You're insane.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling steps out, usually quite indifferent to Bao’s scolding. However, its effect is accentuated tenfold once she realizes just how stupid she looks. Her face goes red whilst trying to maintain her perpetually blank expression. Hàoyú seems to feel it, too.

H: You know what? Maybe the clothes weren’t my brightest idea.

W: Put far too generously. I’ll end you, Hàoyú.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao stares them both down, his only eye twitching as he takes in the attempts at outfits.*

I can't tell if you were trying to be offensive, or if you genuinely thought dressing like drunken rodeo clowns was a good idea.

What in the eighteen hells are you doing here, Wenling? With your... Friend?

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling attempts to get over herself, her voice trembling with sheer mortification as she explains what she was trying to do—her face failing to remain straight.

My schoolmate was not part of the plan. We crossed paths in the village and he made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t leave me be unless I let him “tag along.”

H: You let me come all on your own.

W: Quiet, Hàoyú. As I was saying…if you think I came here to battle your distasteful lover, you’re gravely mistaken. I only wanted to check in.

A beat.

W: The last time I saw you, you were battered and bruised. Upset, rambling about how you were a “bad brother…” And a day later, you’re gone. I wondered if you were dead in a ditch somewhere, but then I realized that you must have been…here. Now that I’ve—actually spoken to you, I’ll be on my way soon.

Wenling is startled a bit by Zi.

W: Ah. Hello, Zi.

( @zi-shapechanger )

[bao-shapechanger]

He is not distasteful, watch your mouth in front of Zi.

*Bao snapped, reaching up to nuzzle Zi and scratch behind his ear.*

Hush for a moment, little one.

*He stood up, face flush with anger and embarrassment. The shiny bruise on his cheek seemed even brighter in his humiliation.*

You should have come through the front doors. You'd have been welcomed. Did you.. get through the storm without trouble?

[ @zi-shapechanger ]

[rabbitrazorblade]

We were fine. Hàoyú felt a bit under the weather, but he’s been saying that he feels better.

Wenling pauses.

I didn’t want to intrude. I know that you can be…quite private, and I didn’t want you to be angry with me. Though, one could argue that sneaking in is precisely what intrusion is. I just thought…that if you knew I was here, but if I didn’t talk to you, you would know that I would…be here for you, regardless of what happens. Now that I’m saying it out loud, it sounds—rather stupid.

Wenling is very bad at feelings. She wants to get rid of feeling! Stomp it out like flies.

[zi-shapechanger]

*Zi is just half asleep on Baos shoulder. It’s clear he’s very much clinging to him*

When-Len? Can you help Baba? He told me he fell and got hurt

[bao-shapechanger]

That storm can cause pneumonia in minutes if you're not correctly protected or trained. I'm not surprised he feels unwell.

I.. I am not angry with you. I wish you'd come properly, instead of sneaking around like you're not my sister. You're always welcome here. Your friend, too.

*Bao was going to continue before Zi squeaked and spoke up, his face going crimson.*

Zi, please, Wenling doesn't need to know about my embarrassing tumbles.

*Especially because Wenling knew Bao, better than almost anyone. And Wenling knew that Bao had never tripped or fallen before, not with his keen senses.*

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling’s expression hardens ever so slightly, growing pensive. Hàoyú picks up on this, and is seemingly about to ask her if she’s okay, before she pipes up herself.

Have you been icing it? If you need it, I’m able to get an ice pack.

[bao-shapechanger]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

SO! Wenling and her “friend” Hàoyú are both on Gong’s island and have been for a while, because mod has just found out crap is about to go down and that they have to speed this plot up. H: Is this it? Whoa. I’ve never seen such a huge place before!

W: I’ve never quite felt so much burning hatred before.

Once they got there, they could feel the subjects staring at them. Reasonably so, it wasn’t every day that strange-looking adolescent humans just showed up. So, per Hàoyú’s request, they decided to try to blend in with the crowd just a little better. Needless to say, they look really dumb.

H: Oh! That’s…a really nice dress you’ve got there, Wen. Pfft…

W: Laugh and you’re going straight back to Megapolis.

Right now, Wenling is sort of stalking Gong’s palace in the bushes (with a pair of binoculars I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MENTION), Hàoyú by her side.

H: Do you usually stalk your brother like this? This seems kind of hardcore.

W: It isn’t stalking if he’s well aware of it. Bao’s sense of smell is as strong as all of the Celestials’ might combined.

*Bao was in one of the closed off gardens, protected from the storm eternally raging outside the walls of the Palace. He spoke to the small gaggle of beautiful (somewhat scaly) servants for a few more minutes before sending them away and moving on.*

*He settled down on a bench underneath a towering peach tree, setting down a small basket. Zi was sleeping inside, curled up between the fruit.*

*Bao watched his son with the softest smile, sighing and raising his voice.*

Wenling, you were taught better than this. Your friend is even wearing artificial scent. I'm actually rather insulted.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling face grows slightly pink, out of mild embarrassment.

Funny. I have absolutely no idea where he got that from.

She turns to Hàoyú, her voice low.

W: Axe body spray. Seriously?

H: I—my dad gave it to me! I feel bad…not using it.

[bao-shapechanger]

Loud, too.

*Bao barely had to look for more than a second before spotting his little sister's hiding spot.*

Get your sorry behinds out here and kowtow for mercy before I set the guards on you. You're insane.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling steps out, usually quite indifferent to Bao’s scolding. However, its effect is accentuated tenfold once she realizes just how stupid she looks. Her face goes red whilst trying to maintain her perpetually blank expression. Hàoyú seems to feel it, too.

H: You know what? Maybe the clothes weren’t my brightest idea.

W: Put far too generously. I’ll end you, Hàoyú.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao stares them both down, his only eye twitching as he takes in the attempts at outfits.*

I can't tell if you were trying to be offensive, or if you genuinely thought dressing like drunken rodeo clowns was a good idea.

What in the eighteen hells are you doing here, Wenling? With your... Friend?

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling attempts to get over herself, her voice trembling with sheer mortification as she explains what she was trying to do—her face failing to remain straight.

My schoolmate was not part of the plan. We crossed paths in the village and he made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t leave me be unless I let him “tag along.”

H: You let me come all on your own.

W: Quiet, Hàoyú. As I was saying…if you think I came here to battle your distasteful lover, you’re gravely mistaken. I only wanted to check in.

A beat.

W: The last time I saw you, you were battered and bruised. Upset, rambling about how you were a “bad brother…” And a day later, you’re gone. I wondered if you were dead in a ditch somewhere, but then I realized that you must have been…here. Now that I’ve—actually spoken to you, I’ll be on my way soon.

Wenling is startled a bit by Zi.

W: Ah. Hello, Zi.

( @zi-shapechanger )

[bao-shapechanger]

He is not distasteful, watch your mouth in front of Zi.

*Bao snapped, reaching up to nuzzle Zi and scratch behind his ear.*

Hush for a moment, little one.

*He stood up, face flush with anger and embarrassment. The shiny bruise on his cheek seemed even brighter in his humiliation.*

You should have come through the front doors. You'd have been welcomed. Did you.. get through the storm without trouble?

[ @zi-shapechanger ]

[rabbitrazorblade]

We were fine. Hàoyú felt a bit under the weather, but he’s been saying that he feels better.

Wenling pauses.

I didn’t want to intrude. I know that you can be…quite private, and I didn’t want you to be angry with me. Though, one could argue that sneaking in is precisely what intrusion is. I just thought…that if you knew I was here, but if I didn’t talk to you, you would know that I would…be here for you, regardless of what happens. Now that I’m saying it out loud, it sounds—rather stupid.

Wenling is very bad at feelings. She wants to get rid of feeling! Stomp it out like flies.

[bao-shapechanger]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

SO! Wenling and her “friend” Hàoyú are both on Gong’s island and have been for a while, because mod has just found out crap is about to go down and that they have to speed this plot up. H: Is this it? Whoa. I’ve never seen such a huge place before!

W: I’ve never quite felt so much burning hatred before.

Once they got there, they could feel the subjects staring at them. Reasonably so, it wasn’t every day that strange-looking adolescent humans just showed up. So, per Hàoyú’s request, they decided to try to blend in with the crowd just a little better. Needless to say, they look really dumb.

H: Oh! That’s…a really nice dress you’ve got there, Wen. Pfft…

W: Laugh and you’re going straight back to Megapolis.

Right now, Wenling is sort of stalking Gong’s palace in the bushes (with a pair of binoculars I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MENTION), Hàoyú by her side.

H: Do you usually stalk your brother like this? This seems kind of hardcore.

W: It isn’t stalking if he’s well aware of it. Bao’s sense of smell is as strong as all of the Celestials’ might combined.

*Bao was in one of the closed off gardens, protected from the storm eternally raging outside the walls of the Palace. He spoke to the small gaggle of beautiful (somewhat scaly) servants for a few more minutes before sending them away and moving on.*

*He settled down on a bench underneath a towering peach tree, setting down a small basket. Zi was sleeping inside, curled up between the fruit.*

*Bao watched his son with the softest smile, sighing and raising his voice.*

Wenling, you were taught better than this. Your friend is even wearing artificial scent. I'm actually rather insulted.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling face grows slightly pink, out of mild embarrassment.

Funny. I have absolutely no idea where he got that from.

She turns to Hàoyú, her voice low.

W: Axe body spray. Seriously?

H: I—my dad gave it to me! I feel bad…not using it.

[bao-shapechanger]

Loud, too.

*Bao barely had to look for more than a second before spotting his little sister's hiding spot.*

Get your sorry behinds out here and kowtow for mercy before I set the guards on you. You're insane.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling steps out, usually quite indifferent to Bao’s scolding. However, its effect is accentuated tenfold once she realizes just how stupid she looks. Her face goes red whilst trying to maintain her perpetually blank expression. Hàoyú seems to feel it, too.

H: You know what? Maybe the clothes weren’t my brightest idea.

W: Put far too generously. I’ll end you, Hàoyú.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao stares them both down, his only eye twitching as he takes in the attempts at outfits.*

I can't tell if you were trying to be offensive, or if you genuinely thought dressing like drunken rodeo clowns was a good idea.

What in the eighteen hells are you doing here, Wenling? With your... Friend?

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling attempts to get over herself, her voice trembling with sheer mortification as she explains what she was trying to do—her face failing to remain straight.

My schoolmate was not part of the plan. We crossed paths in the village and he made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t leave me be unless I let him “tag along.”

H: You let me come all on your own.

W: Quiet, Hàoyú. As I was saying…if you think I came here to battle your distasteful lover, you’re gravely mistaken. I only wanted to check in.

A beat.

W: The last time I saw you, you were battered and bruised. Upset, rambling about how you were a “bad brother…” And a day later, you’re gone. I wondered if you were dead in a ditch somewhere, but then I realized that you must have been…here. Now that I’ve—actually spoken to you, I’ll be on my way soon.

Wenling is startled a bit by Zi.

W: Ah. Hello, Zi.

( @zi-shapechanger )

[bao-shapechanger]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

SO! Wenling and her “friend” Hàoyú are both on Gong’s island and have been for a while, because mod has just found out crap is about to go down and that they have to speed this plot up. H: Is this it? Whoa. I’ve never seen such a huge place before!

W: I’ve never quite felt so much burning hatred before.

Once they got there, they could feel the subjects staring at them. Reasonably so, it wasn’t every day that strange-looking adolescent humans just showed up. So, per Hàoyú’s request, they decided to try to blend in with the crowd just a little better. Needless to say, they look really dumb.

H: Oh! That’s…a really nice dress you’ve got there, Wen. Pfft…

W: Laugh and you’re going straight back to Megapolis.

Right now, Wenling is sort of stalking Gong’s palace in the bushes (with a pair of binoculars I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MENTION), Hàoyú by her side.

H: Do you usually stalk your brother like this? This seems kind of hardcore.

W: It isn’t stalking if he’s well aware of it. Bao’s sense of smell is as strong as all of the Celestials’ might combined.

*Bao was in one of the closed off gardens, protected from the storm eternally raging outside the walls of the Palace. He spoke to the small gaggle of beautiful (somewhat scaly) servants for a few more minutes before sending them away and moving on.*

*He settled down on a bench underneath a towering peach tree, setting down a small basket. Zi was sleeping inside, curled up between the fruit.*

*Bao watched his son with the softest smile, sighing and raising his voice.*

Wenling, you were taught better than this. Your friend is even wearing artificial scent. I'm actually rather insulted.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling face grows slightly pink, out of mild embarrassment.

Funny. I have absolutely no idea where he got that from.

She turns to Hàoyú, her voice low.

W: Axe body spray. Seriously?

H: I—my dad gave it to me! I feel bad…not using it.

[bao-shapechanger]

Loud, too.

*Bao barely had to look for more than a second before spotting his little sister's hiding spot.*

Get your sorry behinds out here and kowtow for mercy before I set the guards on you. You're insane.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling steps out, usually quite indifferent to Bao’s scolding. However, its effect is accentuated tenfold once she realizes just how stupid she looks. Her face goes red whilst trying to maintain her perpetually blank expression. Hàoyú seems to feel it, too.

H: You know what? Maybe the clothes weren’t my brightest idea.

W: Put far too generously. I’ll end you, Hàoyú.

[bao-shapechanger]

( @rabbitrazorblade )

SO! Wenling and her “friend” Hàoyú are both on Gong’s island and have been for a while, because mod has just found out crap is about to go down and that they have to speed this plot up. H: Is this it? Whoa. I’ve never seen such a huge place before!

W: I’ve never quite felt so much burning hatred before.

Once they got there, they could feel the subjects staring at them. Reasonably so, it wasn’t every day that strange-looking adolescent humans just showed up. So, per Hàoyú’s request, they decided to try to blend in with the crowd just a little better. Needless to say, they look really dumb.

H: Oh! That’s…a really nice dress you’ve got there, Wen. Pfft…

W: Laugh and you’re going straight back to Megapolis.

Right now, Wenling is sort of stalking Gong’s palace in the bushes (with a pair of binoculars I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MENTION), Hàoyú by her side.

H: Do you usually stalk your brother like this? This seems kind of hardcore.

W: It isn’t stalking if he’s well aware of it. Bao’s sense of smell is as strong as all of the Celestials’ might combined.

*Bao was in one of the closed off gardens, protected from the storm eternally raging outside the walls of the Palace. He spoke to the small gaggle of beautiful (somewhat scaly) servants for a few more minutes before sending them away and moving on.*

*He settled down on a bench underneath a towering peach tree, setting down a small basket. Zi was sleeping inside, curled up between the fruit.*

*Bao watched his son with the softest smile, sighing and raising his voice.*

Wenling, you were taught better than this. Your friend is even wearing artificial scent. I'm actually rather insulted.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling face grows slightly pink, out of mild embarrassment.

Funny. I have absolutely no idea where he got that from.

She turns to Hàoyú, her voice low.

W: Axe body spray. Seriously?

H: I—my dad gave it to me! I feel bad…not using it.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Ah, yes. The day Wenling sneaks out!

As Wenling sneaks out of the temple for the palace, carrying a bag full of tools (AKA: her weapons) and a singular water bottle, she sees a familiar silhouette strutting around the village.

W: …Hàoyú? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Megapolis with your family. Is everything alright?

H: Oh! Hey, Wen. Nah, everything’s fine. I just thought I’d check in with you guys. Where are you going, anyhow?

W: Nowhere in particular.

Hàoyú eyes her suspiciously.

W: It…isn’t nowhere, per se. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m off to go find my brother before he hurts himself. Given, he’ll dismiss me as soon as he sees me, so I’ll be on the sidelines in case he needs anything.

H: Geez. Sounds intense.

W: Intense indeeed.

H: Uh…need any help? I could come with you, if you want.

W: That won’t be necessary. Besides, he’s staying in Gong’s palace. If you’re smote, that would be entirely on me for allowing you to come.

H: Hold the phone. Gong’s palace? That’s so cool!

W: It’s not as “cool” as you think. Not when you realize that this god is a brutish piece of scum.

H: DOUBLE geez. Well—it isn’t like you’ll be confronting him head-on, right? You’ll just be in the area. Like a creeper.

Wenling scoffs indignantly.

H: C’mon. You know you want to! It doesn’t always have to be “Wenling on her lonesome” adventures. We can have “Wenling and Hàoyú” adventures, too.

Wenling initially wants to argue some more, but she pauses for a hot second. Feeling her face grow red, she resigns with a compromise:

W: After this ordeal…I send you back to the city in the morning, and you go back to your family. Understood?

H: Whatever you say, boss.

[bao-shapechanger]

BAO!

*MK runs over to Bao, clearly worried sick about the shapeshifter. Though he’s clearly been going through it, with a couple injuries himself from his previous fight with possessed Sun Wukong. MK eyes are dark, bags under his eyes and tear streaks on his face*

I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!

Never do that again! You scared the crap out of me!

*Bao flinched back so hard he nearly fell back down again, gripping the cloak around his shoulders even tighter. It didn't do much to hide the many, many bruises and little injuries, and it certainly didn't hide his matted hair and wild eyes. Eye.

Bao had been injured so many times in the past, battered this way and that. But this was the first time MK had seen his precious hair unkempt.*

MK..?

I...

I...

*Bao looked a little dazed, like he wasn't quite sure what to do, battling with his newfound beliefs and his instinctual bond with his family.*

M-MK, Qiaotian-

*He stumbled towards, towards MK, almost immediately tripping on his torn skirt.*

[noodle-delivery-boy]

*MK catches Bao in a hug and cradles him close, tears rolling down his cheeks as he holds his baby brother in his arms.*

I thought I lost you Bao…

Never scared me like that. Never again.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao took longer than he wanted to react, as if there was a sluggish weight in his mind. Quite possibly, severe exhaustion.*

M'sorry... I didn't... Wukong, h-he-

*He took a deep shuddering breath, burying his face in Wukong's shoulder.*

I'm a coward. I'm sorry. I'm not brave.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

You’re not a coward, Bao. You’re a brave idiot sometimes.

*MK picks Bao up*

Now you need rest. I’m taking you to the nest— Wait no your going to the medical temple. You’re still injured.

[bao-shapechanger]

He said if I didn't fuss, y-you'd be safe-!

*Bao was suddenly in the air again, and his mind went blank with fear.

Dangling off Wukong's hip, helpless to go where he was forced. Falling over and over to the whim of a madman.*

Let GO!

*A sharp, anguished birdlike screech rattled in the air, as Bao twisted himself free. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, unfeeling of the new bleeding wounds on his arms and knees. The rock was cold against his forehead, the dust tickling the back of his throat as he heaved for breath.*

P-please.

I can't... I can't. T-too small. I can walk.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

Okay, okay, but you need to see someone…

*MK offered Bao his hand*

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao stared at his outstretched hand, glancing back up at MK. Then he reached out, taking it and allowing his big brother to pull him back onto his feet.*

Where.. are we going?

[noodle-delivery-boy]

You need medical help, Didi, you’re covered in bruises, I’ll even get an exam with you if you want.

*MK looks worried, prepared to catch Bao if he fell.*

[bao-shapechanger]

I'm... I am?

*Bao looked down at his arms, mottled with bruises and little cuts*

I want to see Wenling. She'll help. At the.. the temple, the one I was in before..

*Still dazed and exhausted, Bao learned against MK for support, tail wrapping around his ankle like they'd be torn apart at any moment.*

[noodle-delivery-boy]

I’ll take you there Didi.

*MK summons his cloud and flys them to Wenlings Temple*

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao allowed himself to slump against MK in the cloud, holding onto Wukong's cloud around his shoulders. It was still so cold. He hated being cold. He was dozing by the time they settled in front of the temple, his tail lashing unhappily behind him.*

@rabbitrazorblade :]

[rabbitrazorblade]

Outside the temple’s entrance, Wenling leans against a stone wall—her sword cast away on the ground next to her.

Bao is an utter idiot, she thinks. Why wouldn’t he ever let anyone help him? And if he did, he would always run off afterwards. He’s so…so…

Why does he always do that? Maybe, by some wild chance, it’s not him. Maybe it’s her. Perhaps, she’s just too weak to protect him. Perhaps, she’s not a proper fit for…her family.

She feels herself choking up. Don’t do it, Wenling. Get a hold of yourself! You’re not supposed to cry when your brother is still in the hands of a psychopath and you have to help him—

It’s too late. Big, fat stupid tears begin rolling down her cheek as her breath uncontrollably quickens—quiet sobs being let out against her will. She takes a deep breath, wiping them from her face. Don’t feel sorry for yourself now. You have to go out and do something, you mindless dolt.

Almost on cue, MK and Bao land in front of her. She gasps subtly, straightening her back as she runs towards them.

MK? Bao—? What happened…? Don’t bother answering that, I already know. Wukong happened.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

Bao needs some… medical attention. He’s not in good shape.

*MK looks stressed and worried and somehow more tired than the unconscious shapeshifter at his side*

He’s taken a hard beating

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling feels the previous irritation at what she perceives to be recklessness prickle back up her spine, before forcing it down. Bao needs her.

Let’s go inside.

She walks towards the temple’s front door, opening it for MK.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao practically forces himself awake, leaning on MK to get off the cloud*

MK's hurt too, Wen, he fought. Y'gotta help him first.

I was just - I-I just watched. Didn't do anything, Wen.

*As soon as Bao was close enough he was reaching out, clumsily pulling Wenling into a hug.*

Sorry.

[rabbitrazorblade]

You couldn’t possibly. You were trapped inside a cage by…whatever thing Wukong got possessed by. Don’t even try to argue with me—

Wenling slightly flinches at Bao’s touch, not expecting it.

Sorry? You’ve nothing to be sorry for. What happened couldn’t be helped. If…if anything, I’m sorry I—wasn’t of much help. I’m going to help the both of you now, so…don’t worry, okay?

[bao-shapechanger]

You don't get it. I..

*Bao felt fresh tears welling up, nuzzling his face into Wenling's shoulder and holding her tight.*

I'm a shitty big brother. And little brother. Wukong t-told me everything. H-how everyone feels, what they were hiding.

[rabbitrazorblade]

What on earth on you talking about? Bao, look at me.

Wenling grabs his shoulders to let him know just how serious she is.

Are you really going to listen to that…thing? That stupid rock just wanted to break you. To control you. You can’t let it. You’re in control of your self-perception, not any supernatural nonsense that tries to hurt you.

A beat passes.

You’ve been feeling this way for much longer, haven’t you? You’re an idiot if you really think that!…you’re the best brother I could have ever wished for.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao squeaked like a squeezed hamster when he was grabbed, pulling back slightly to look at Wenling. His one eye was dark and cloudy with a thick fog of pain, blinding him to the truth.*

We both know that's not... Not true, Wen. M'not anything. Just a...

*A carrier for the Cintamani Jewel. A vessel, or a display case. He'd failed so miserably at being a person, perhaps he'd do better as a picture frame for the powered stone lodged in his head.

Horribly, selfishly, a little part of Bao was miserable at how easily Wukong's jewel could be removed. Most of what Bao thought and did was selfish.*

Help me get Qiaotian inside. He's really hurt. Hiding it, again. He always hides it.

[rabbitrazorblade]

Both of you are getting hauled in. As much as you seem to hate hearing it, I care about you, too.

Wenling proceeds to begin dragging both of her brothers inside, albeit a bit slowly (girl is 5’2 and a half).

[bao-shapechanger]

BAO!

*MK runs over to Bao, clearly worried sick about the shapeshifter. Though he’s clearly been going through it, with a couple injuries himself from his previous fight with possessed Sun Wukong. MK eyes are dark, bags under his eyes and tear streaks on his face*

I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!

Never do that again! You scared the crap out of me!

*Bao flinched back so hard he nearly fell back down again, gripping the cloak around his shoulders even tighter. It didn't do much to hide the many, many bruises and little injuries, and it certainly didn't hide his matted hair and wild eyes. Eye.

Bao had been injured so many times in the past, battered this way and that. But this was the first time MK had seen his precious hair unkempt.*

MK..?

I...

I...

*Bao looked a little dazed, like he wasn't quite sure what to do, battling with his newfound beliefs and his instinctual bond with his family.*

M-MK, Qiaotian-

*He stumbled towards, towards MK, almost immediately tripping on his torn skirt.*

[noodle-delivery-boy]

*MK catches Bao in a hug and cradles him close, tears rolling down his cheeks as he holds his baby brother in his arms.*

I thought I lost you Bao…

Never scared me like that. Never again.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao took longer than he wanted to react, as if there was a sluggish weight in his mind. Quite possibly, severe exhaustion.*

M'sorry... I didn't... Wukong, h-he-

*He took a deep shuddering breath, burying his face in Wukong's shoulder.*

I'm a coward. I'm sorry. I'm not brave.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

You’re not a coward, Bao. You’re a brave idiot sometimes.

*MK picks Bao up*

Now you need rest. I’m taking you to the nest— Wait no your going to the medical temple. You’re still injured.

[bao-shapechanger]

He said if I didn't fuss, y-you'd be safe-!

*Bao was suddenly in the air again, and his mind went blank with fear.

Dangling off Wukong's hip, helpless to go where he was forced. Falling over and over to the whim of a madman.*

Let GO!

*A sharp, anguished birdlike screech rattled in the air, as Bao twisted himself free. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, unfeeling of the new bleeding wounds on his arms and knees. The rock was cold against his forehead, the dust tickling the back of his throat as he heaved for breath.*

P-please.

I can't... I can't. T-too small. I can walk.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

Okay, okay, but you need to see someone…

*MK offered Bao his hand*

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao stared at his outstretched hand, glancing back up at MK. Then he reached out, taking it and allowing his big brother to pull him back onto his feet.*

Where.. are we going?

[noodle-delivery-boy]

You need medical help, Didi, you’re covered in bruises, I’ll even get an exam with you if you want.

*MK looks worried, prepared to catch Bao if he fell.*

[bao-shapechanger]

I'm... I am?

*Bao looked down at his arms, mottled with bruises and little cuts*

I want to see Wenling. She'll help. At the.. the temple, the one I was in before..

*Still dazed and exhausted, Bao learned against MK for support, tail wrapping around his ankle like they'd be torn apart at any moment.*

[noodle-delivery-boy]

I’ll take you there Didi.

*MK summons his cloud and flys them to Wenlings Temple*

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao allowed himself to slump against MK in the cloud, holding onto Wukong's cloud around his shoulders. It was still so cold. He hated being cold. He was dozing by the time they settled in front of the temple, his tail lashing unhappily behind him.*

@rabbitrazorblade :]

[rabbitrazorblade]

Outside the temple’s entrance, Wenling leans against a stone wall—her sword cast away on the ground next to her.

Bao is an utter idiot, she thinks. Why wouldn’t he ever let anyone help him? And if he did, he would always run off afterwards. He’s so…so…

Why does he always do that? Maybe, by some wild chance, it’s not him. Maybe it’s her. Perhaps, she’s just too weak to protect him. Perhaps, she’s not a proper fit for…her family.

She feels herself choking up. Don’t do it, Wenling. Get a hold of yourself! You’re not supposed to cry when your brother is still in the hands of a psychopath and you have to help him—

It’s too late. Big, fat stupid tears begin rolling down her cheek as her breath uncontrollably quickens—quiet sobs being let out against her will. She takes a deep breath, wiping them from her face. Don’t feel sorry for yourself now. You have to go out and do something, you mindless dolt.

Almost on cue, MK and Bao land in front of her. She gasps subtly, straightening her back as she runs towards them.

MK? Bao—? What happened…? Don’t bother answering that, I already know. Wukong happened.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

Bao needs some… medical attention. He’s not in good shape.

*MK looks stressed and worried and somehow more tired than the unconscious shapeshifter at his side*

He’s taken a hard beating

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling feels the previous irritation at what she perceives to be recklessness prickle back up her spine, before forcing it down. Bao needs her.

Let’s go inside.

She walks towards the temple’s front door, opening it for MK.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao practically forces himself awake, leaning on MK to get off the cloud*

MK's hurt too, Wen, he fought. Y'gotta help him first.

I was just - I-I just watched. Didn't do anything, Wen.

*As soon as Bao was close enough he was reaching out, clumsily pulling Wenling into a hug.*

Sorry.

[rabbitrazorblade]

You couldn’t possibly. You were trapped inside a cage by…whatever thing Wukong got possessed by. Don’t even try to argue with me—

Wenling slightly flinches at Bao’s touch, not expecting it.

Sorry? You’ve nothing to be sorry for. What happened couldn’t be helped. If…if anything, I’m sorry I—wasn’t of much help. I’m going to help the both of you now, so…don’t worry, okay?

[bao-shapechanger]

You don't get it. I..

*Bao felt fresh tears welling up, nuzzling his face into Wenling's shoulder and holding her tight.*

I'm a shitty big brother. And little brother. Wukong t-told me everything. H-how everyone feels, what they were hiding.

[rabbitrazorblade]

What on earth on you talking about? Bao, look at me.

Wenling grabs his shoulders to let him know just how serious she is.

Are you really going to listen to that…thing? That stupid rock just wanted to break you. To control you. You can’t let it. You’re in control of your self-perception, not any supernatural nonsense that tries to hurt you.

A beat passes.

You’ve been feeling this way for much longer, haven’t you? You’re an idiot if you really think that!…you’re the best brother I could have ever wished for.

[bao-shapechanger]

BAO!

*MK runs over to Bao, clearly worried sick about the shapeshifter. Though he’s clearly been going through it, with a couple injuries himself from his previous fight with possessed Sun Wukong. MK eyes are dark, bags under his eyes and tear streaks on his face*

I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!

Never do that again! You scared the crap out of me!

*Bao flinched back so hard he nearly fell back down again, gripping the cloak around his shoulders even tighter. It didn't do much to hide the many, many bruises and little injuries, and it certainly didn't hide his matted hair and wild eyes. Eye.

Bao had been injured so many times in the past, battered this way and that. But this was the first time MK had seen his precious hair unkempt.*

MK..?

I...

I...

*Bao looked a little dazed, like he wasn't quite sure what to do, battling with his newfound beliefs and his instinctual bond with his family.*

M-MK, Qiaotian-

*He stumbled towards, towards MK, almost immediately tripping on his torn skirt.*

[noodle-delivery-boy]

*MK catches Bao in a hug and cradles him close, tears rolling down his cheeks as he holds his baby brother in his arms.*

I thought I lost you Bao…

Never scared me like that. Never again.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao took longer than he wanted to react, as if there was a sluggish weight in his mind. Quite possibly, severe exhaustion.*

M'sorry... I didn't... Wukong, h-he-

*He took a deep shuddering breath, burying his face in Wukong's shoulder.*

I'm a coward. I'm sorry. I'm not brave.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

You’re not a coward, Bao. You’re a brave idiot sometimes.

*MK picks Bao up*

Now you need rest. I’m taking you to the nest— Wait no your going to the medical temple. You’re still injured.

[bao-shapechanger]

He said if I didn't fuss, y-you'd be safe-!

*Bao was suddenly in the air again, and his mind went blank with fear.

Dangling off Wukong's hip, helpless to go where he was forced. Falling over and over to the whim of a madman.*

Let GO!

*A sharp, anguished birdlike screech rattled in the air, as Bao twisted himself free. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, unfeeling of the new bleeding wounds on his arms and knees. The rock was cold against his forehead, the dust tickling the back of his throat as he heaved for breath.*

P-please.

I can't... I can't. T-too small. I can walk.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

Okay, okay, but you need to see someone…

*MK offered Bao his hand*

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao stared at his outstretched hand, glancing back up at MK. Then he reached out, taking it and allowing his big brother to pull him back onto his feet.*

Where.. are we going?

[noodle-delivery-boy]

You need medical help, Didi, you’re covered in bruises, I’ll even get an exam with you if you want.

*MK looks worried, prepared to catch Bao if he fell.*

[bao-shapechanger]

I'm... I am?

*Bao looked down at his arms, mottled with bruises and little cuts*

I want to see Wenling. She'll help. At the.. the temple, the one I was in before..

*Still dazed and exhausted, Bao learned against MK for support, tail wrapping around his ankle like they'd be torn apart at any moment.*

[noodle-delivery-boy]

I’ll take you there Didi.

*MK summons his cloud and flys them to Wenlings Temple*

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao allowed himself to slump against MK in the cloud, holding onto Wukong's cloud around his shoulders. It was still so cold. He hated being cold. He was dozing by the time they settled in front of the temple, his tail lashing unhappily behind him.*

@rabbitrazorblade :]

[rabbitrazorblade]

Outside the temple’s entrance, Wenling leans against a stone wall—her sword cast away on the ground next to her.

Bao is an utter idiot, she thinks. Why wouldn’t he ever let anyone help him? And if he did, he would always run off afterwards. He’s so…so…

Why does he always do that? Maybe, by some wild chance, it’s not him. Maybe it’s her. Perhaps, she’s just too weak to protect him. Perhaps, she’s not a proper fit for…her family.

She feels herself choking up. Don’t do it, Wenling. Get a hold of yourself! You’re not supposed to cry when your brother is still in the hands of a psychopath and you have to help him—

It’s too late. Big, fat stupid tears begin rolling down her cheek as her breath uncontrollably quickens—quiet sobs being let out against her will. She takes a deep breath, wiping them from her face. Don’t feel sorry for yourself now. You have to go out and do something, you mindless dolt.

Almost on cue, MK and Bao land in front of her. She gasps subtly, straightening her back as she runs towards them.

MK? Bao—? What happened…? Don’t bother answering that, I already know. Wukong happened.

[noodle-delivery-boy]

Bao needs some… medical attention. He’s not in good shape.

*MK looks stressed and worried and somehow more tired than the unconscious shapeshifter at his side*

He’s taken a hard beating

[rabbitrazorblade]

Wenling feels the previous irritation at what she perceives to be recklessness prickle back up her spine, before forcing it down. Bao needs her.

Let’s go inside.

She walks towards the temple’s front door, opening it for MK.

[bao-shapechanger]

*Bao practically forces himself awake, leaning on MK to get off the cloud*

MK's hurt too, Wen, he fought. Y'gotta help him first.

I was just - I-I just watched. Didn't do anything, Wen.

*As soon as Bao was close enough he was reaching out, clumsily pulling Wenling into a hug.*

Sorry.

[rabbitrazorblade]

You couldn’t possibly. You were trapped inside a cage by…whatever thing Wukong got possessed by. Don’t even try to argue with me—

Wenling slightly flinches at Bao’s touch, not expecting it.

Sorry? You’ve nothing to be sorry for. What happened couldn’t be helped. If…if anything, I’m sorry I—wasn’t of much help. I’m going to help the both of you now, so…don’t worry, okay?