#mp-yanluowang

[mpwukong]

Fickle Fates

Wajxaqib’ B’atz’ starter for @mp-yanluowang - Leaves of Fortune Room ft Wukong & Yanluo 

The love of your life is sitting across from you. 

“Eugh-! Yikes!” Wukong’s eyes widen as he’d unrolled the fortune, slipped from the leaf right at the bottom of the wall, and gazed over the mushy, rather ill-timed romantic fortune scribbled before him. Slowly his eyes turn to Yanluo beside him, the death god as ghoulish as he always had been, still with that limited short fuse when it came to monkey antics, causing the Monkey King’s eyes to narrow for a moment with a murmur of “you-?” before quickly shuddering with a shake of his head. 

“Nope, nope-!” Closing his fist he scrunches the fortune up and glances away with another scrunch of his nose. “Quick, read your fortune or I might start getting creative and make one up for you” he teases, casting the other god a amused smirk. Knowing the hell he can provide for the god. 

[phobetorxmp]

The Appointment

cont from here ft @mp-yanluowang w/ phobetor & yanluo 

“You were reading an erotic novel?” With a gleeful grin Phobetor rises to the game, as his hands move from neck to shoulders, down over the blades and to his sides, bending forward towards his ear as he does. Voice soft as he speaks with lips close to the shell, “why detective, you surprise me... first reading something so selacious, and then coming to visit me” Phobetor teases before his hands slip from the man and he stands straight again. 

Moving to stand in front of him again, Phobetor gently tilts his head, before lowering his eyes to the man’s shirt and nudges his head for it to be removed. “Do you like lavender?” He asks as his eyes continue to roam the Chinese deity. 

[mpxhel]

stick 'em with the pointy end | yl & h

with @mp-yanluowang continued from here

Hel levelled the taller god with an ironic look. The bejeweled dagger was a thing of beauty. Perfectly balanced as it should be, with all the right shine that was guaranteed to be underestimated. She accepted the dagger back and easily returned it to its velvet bed, before raising her eyes to the brightly lit sign of Böljande.

"I don't know what you were expecting, coming to a jewelry store." A raise of the eyebrow that told him exactly what she thought. "If you're looking for less gaudy weapons, I'm sure Daggers & Roses can slap together something for you." She shrugged referring to the armor and weapons shop Freya owned.

"Maybe it isn't big enough?" A frown twisted her delicately painted lips, before Hel gave a pointed sigh and disappeared towards the back room. Only to appear a few moments later with a sword still in its scabbard.

"Meteor steel, forged apparently from the fires of Tartarus," She intoned, eyeing the ancient Greek runes that ran the length of the scabbard. No ornamentation but the steel itself was invaluable. Only Hephaestus could do better. How Hel managed to acquire one for Böljande...

"Can't you just talk to the victim?" There was no curiosity in her words, just a simple statement of fact. How hard would it be to just summon the dead spirit and ask them to narrate their death? Hel used to do it all the time.

[benzaitenmp]

[ downpour ] receiver finds sender out in the rain

The little umbrella, decorative as it was, was more for show than anything. Benzaiten herself couldn’t find it in herself to be bothered by the rain. Even if she found herself soaked through to the bone, kimono pounds heavier with the drag of water, it was was always easy enough to find a dry place and simply convince the water to run off her clothes until there was a tiny puddle at her feet and the brilliant embroidery on her robes once again shone with crisp dryness. Besides, what was the point of having beautiful umbrellas if one did not intend to use them?

Rather than say anything, Benten took step after clacking step through the rain in her geta until she stood side by side with the umbrella-less man who seemed to have found himself stuck - or perhaps simply out - in the rain. She ended up having to stand rather close to position the umbrella over both their heads. When she managed it, finally gracefully balanced, Benten looked over at her new foul-weather friend with an elegant little smile.

“I quite like this weather. Do you?”

Then again, the goddess liked most weather.

[mpxchinsun]

Daddy Daughter Date

starter for @mp-yanluowang ft Chinsun & Yanluo

“Appa, I’m here-!” Chinsun calls out towards the door of the detective’s office, as her eyes take a cheeky, slow glance around the place. She’d agreed to meet him for lunch and she could hear the deep drone of his voice somewhere out towards the bullpen, which, coincidently, gives her a little time to... snoop. 

With a clack of her heels on linoleum tile flooring she moves towards his desk, an innocent little sway to her hips, leatherbound file holder propped against her waist as fingers casually tiptoe across the top of the file scattered about the place. “Always so messy-” she mutters under her breath, before oops, her finger just happens to accidently flip open the cover of a casefile. 

“Hmm” she hums, frowning gently as she leans closer to peer at the arrest sheet on top. She gets these kind of files sent to her all the time, but usually after the police had had the chance to omit anything they don’t want her prying eyes to see. 

[mpwukong]

A Walk With Death

A Walk With Death | cont from here w/ @mp-yanluowang ft Wukong & Yanluo 

“Oh, really?” Slowly relaxing his body from the kung fu stance he’d tensed up into, Wukong’s eyes narrow for a moment, as if daring the shadow to move and spook him once more, before relaxing fully with a boyish grin and a chuckle. “Oops-!” He offers, ruffling a hand over his floppy black hair as he looks over towards the other Chinese deity. Yanluo as stoic and dark as ever, but he had agreed to this walk, so Wukong concludes no one is able to resist the Monkey King charm. 

“So... Yanluo-” he hums, trying to seem cool as he stretches his arms over his head in a yawn, whilst side eyeing the man, trying to judge more of how he’s feeling from watching him, but really, he gives nothing away. “What you up to these days?” He enquires, innocently.