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@sonwukong-blog
(Open RP)
Wukong stretched. His arms curled behind his head as he rested against a rock. It had been quite some time the Monkey King had made any resemblance of an appearance. One could blame it on the training Wukong always did.
"Bored, bored, bored," Wukong muttered. He closed his eyes.
Wukong heard the approaching footsteps long before he heard the voice. He scoffed to himself, wondering who in their right mind would disturb the Monkey King. Wukong opened his mouth, an insult ready on his tongue, when a voice spoke to him. Wukong's mouth was left hanging open and his eyes snapped open. He whirled around, staring at the figure of his mentor.
Master! he exclaimed. Wukong was quick to bow.
I have been eagerly awaiting your return. Of course I have continued my studies! I wouldn't think of anything else to do, hehe. You sure did beat that routine into my head, so I couldn't forget it even if I wanted too! Wukong stared up at his master, eyes shinning.
How have you been? It's been quite some time.
ooc;
((feel free to drop me an ask if you feel like interacting with PTSD Irelia k. (mostly applicable to noxians and zaunites, none noxians and zaunites are welcome too)
in the meantime i will procrastinate responding to wukong))
(( what an ass of a sistur ))
Eh? Wukong looked over at Diana. His eyes squinted and he studied her figure very carefully. Who are you again? He asked bluntly. Wukong scratched his head, the gears turning painfully slow in his mind. Suddenly realization dawned on him. Oh yeah, you're that moon lady, right? Yeah, I think I heard about you! A silly grin stretched out on his face.
". . . -- Agh! You are nothing but INFURIATING!" He bellowed, his voice quite loud even with his petite size. He whacked his hand away from his face, pointing his staff at him as maliciously as he could muster. "I dare you to say those things again!"
Wukong grinned a toothy grin. A challenge was it? Wukong would not back down from a challenge. Calm down, Pipsqueak, he began, though have the down part taken care of; you just need to learn the calming part.
Irelia laughed and followed the Monkey King. “Believe me, Wukong, if I were having you fight a monster for me I would not be asking you in person. You know it’s my job to be on the front lines.” Irelia took one of the baskets for herself, calling over to Wukong, “If you find rotted or wormy fruit, feel free to do whatever you would like with it. I usually just give them to the livestock. There’s a few buckets around here for the inedible fruit. If you fill a basket, leave it by the shed and grab an empty one.”
Yeah, yeah, Wukong said, waving Irelia off as he got to work. It was easy for him to scale the trees and pick the fruit; he was doing what he did naturally. Wukong was tempted to devour the succulent fruit in his hands, but Wukong needed to show more self-control than that. He resisted the temptations, dropping the peaches into the basket hanging from his waist.
His tail wrapped around the branch of the tree, leaving both hands free to pick the fruit. Another reason Wukong did not outright eat the fruit was that it would be incredibly hard to explain where it had all disappeared too. He was not sure that Irelia would be convinced a plague of locusts suddenly descended onto the orchard. Wukong came across a few pieces of rotting fruit. He let them fall to the ground and only collected them to place in the buckets after he had cleared out the current tree he was working from.
His anger was flared within seconds of the primate's remark, and he pointed at him with a sharp, clawed finger with a look of disgust. "No, you idiot, only the master of all magic designed to bring about your end! And I will not do so much as hesitate if you dare insult me again!"
Wukong blinked. Oh, so there is something beneath that hat! I was a little worried I was loosing my mind, hehe.
Wukong squatted down. He stretched an arm out, poking the fuming Yordle in the forehead, complete bypassing Veigar's menacing claws. No need to get your magic in a twist, Pipsqueak. You have to admit, it is rather hard to distinguish your body from my point of view, what with that large hat on your head. So why don't you calm down...though I think you're down enough; it's the calming part you should work on, hehe.
"Oh, I seem to have skipped over your existence initially. Though I suppose I wouldn't have to remind you of your superior; you don't fight me much. Therefore, I'll let you off on a neutral note, monkey." He seemed like he was trying his damn well hardest not to insult him, with mixed results if anything.
Wukong blinked down at the Yordle. His hand slowly descended, measuring Veigar's short height. Wukong cocked his head to the side, his face twisted into confusion. From his vantage point, all Wukong could see was Veigar's large hat.
...Did that hat just talk to me?
Talon couldn't help but chuckle, nodding his approval to the Monkey King before he departed.
Wukong mock saluted to Talon as the assassin walked away. See you around, Stabby.
"welcome," Talon said with a low bow. "I want you to know that I have utmost respect for you, but I will be making monkey jokes."
Wukong raised an eyebrow. I didn't pin you as the joking type. For your profession, everything seemed a bit too...cut throat. Wukong burst into laughter. I couldn't resist. Let me just cut to the chase. HAH.
*Sona approaches you with a smile playing a fine melody upon her Etwahl. Very soon after you feel a vibration in your head and you hear the words "Greetings, Monkey King. I hope you feel welcome here." She then continues on, welcoming every new person she comes in contact with and the vibration in your brain soon ends.*
Wukong laughed. He waved his hand, a toothy grin on his face.
Wukong glanced over at Irelia. Peaches? His interest was piqued. Wukong hopped down from the rock, standing in front of the captain. And what can the Monkey King do you for you, Irelia? If those succulent pieces of fruit are involved, I’ll do anything, hehe.
Irelia smiled, a triumphant glint in her eyes. “It’s picking season and the workers I usually hire to help me have been hired to help fields elsewhere. My other friends are busy… but you never seem to be.” She gestured with her thumb over her shoulder at her family’s estate and her ‘garden’ behind it.
“You can earn your take of the fruit my helping me harvest it before it all rots.”
Wukong's grin dropped. Picking fruit? But that's work! I thought you wanted me to do something exciting, like fight off a monster. Wukong scratched the back of his head, grumbling under his breath. Yeah, yeah, I'll help you, but only because you're offering some of those peaches as a reward. Wukong brushed by Irelia, snagging an empty wicker basket along the way.
Wukong glanced over at Irelia. Peaches? His interest was piqued. Wukong hopped down from the rock, standing in front of the captain. And what can the Monkey King do you for you, Irelia? If those succulent pieces of fruit are involved, I'll do anything, hehe.
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Wukong sat down, sticking a pinky in his ear and turning the digit. Feel better? Heh, that's an easy one. He removed his pinky and flicked away whatever he had collected. My Master taught me meditation techniques to dispel any sort of negative feelings...but if that doesn't work a bit of physical training never hurt, hehe.
