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[topkong]

Who: Wukong and (insert your name here)!
When: Early April
Where: Capablanca
What: Someone's really enthusiastic about gathering up various food supplies... with mixed results, of course.
Rating: None for now, but will edit if needed...?



A. An apple a day keeps...

[ Juggling a few apples in his hands, Wukong at least looks the part of an entertainer as he tries to show off the few applicable personable skills that he has. In front of the farmers, however, it's more likely they're surprised by the fact a walking, talking monkey is a Hero rather than him trying to get information from them. Three apples, in perfect condition, looking like they'd never touch the ground if the monkey could keep his concentration...

And then, noticing you approach, he tosses one in your direction. Think fast, because the other ones will be coming too! He hopes you can juggle, otherwise there might be a few disappointed farmers and their children. ]


B. If you teach a monkey to fish...

[ But with his newly acquired information, he's told that fishing might be the better option when it comes to finding fresh and delicious food. The apples, safely stowed away in a basket he acquired from earlier, friendly folk, sit nearby as he swings a net around. It looks like that he would be using something that isn't a rod for some reason, though one sits next to the apples looking like it could picked up and used immediately.

Looking out at the river, the water sparkling as the sun hits it just right... Wukong's a little concerned that he might not be able to catch as many fish as one who may be skilled at the fine, patient art of fishing. Mostly because he's not exactly patient, practical, and a little too energetic for his own good. ]

You know, I've never gone fishing before. I have a much better idea.


C. Honey, I've made a terrible bee-stake...

[ The clouds are coming and soon, the sky is dark and threatening a terrible storm. The wind is picking up and the smell of ozone lingers on the senses. Then, suddenly, a horrible buzzing. It's nearly louder than the wind, and it's bearing down on you quickly because... ]

RUN! RUNRUNRUNRUN!

[ You're in the way of Wukong, who doesn't even try to be nice as he pushes past you roughly. Then again, there's probably a reason for his rudeness and it comes swiftly, on many irritated wings. A swarm of bees, hurtling toward you and the monkey, who is already past---

--- you better catch up because this is going to bee-come a huge problem for you. ]


D. Wildcard

[ When not being a dumb, Wukong is locating fruits for another purpose! He's even keeping them separated, because he has a taste for banana nut bread that only one can sate. Or, perhaps you see him resting in the shade of a tree--- either in the sun, or dodging the storm, being particularly thoughtful. Either way, come at me scrub lord. I'm ripped? Or, come fight me at aslyfox ]

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[forbothofus]

[… Okay. That makes more sense. And judging by that smile, you’ve caught his interest.]

You'll have to be careful not to bruise the fish if you're going to use magic or force.

[They won't sell if damaged, and why else would you want to catch so many fish at once? Despite the warning, Emil looks curious to hear this plan. Without his monster entourage, he assumed he'd be fishing the standard way... by himself. And while using a fishing rod is tempting to be sure, there's a certain satisfaction from using more efficient methods.]

What’s your idea?

[topkong]

[ Erk... did Emil somehow figure out his plan? Wukong knows force and magic better than fishing, so he thought about just slamming right into the water and hoping for the best. But bruised fish, that'd be pretty awful--- he saw that chef screaming earlier, about something being TOO ROTTEN and something else being TOO FROZEN...

... last thing he wants is a loudmouthed, angry guy yelling TOO BRUISED at him. Is it worth it?

...

It's worth. ]

Oh, don't worry! 'Careful' is my middle name. So, I'm going to charge up as much mana as I can and hit the water. The best part is, I can do it all from here!

[ He demonstrates by tapping Emil on the nose, the staff stretching out from his side. ]

All we'd have to do is just make sure the fish are collected, and we're good as gold! You with me?

[forbothofus]

[He's seen too many bad fishing attempts in his life not to make such guesses. The people of Luin were competent enough, but his young aquatic monsters are forever flinging bashed fish onto the shore.

Emil arches his shoulders back but doesn't evade the tap. The resonance of the weapon's mana moves through his skin and he analyzes the signature. Those green eyes are crossed a moment as he focuses on the staff’s tip, then Wukong. He does not doubt his power but… this method of fishing begs consideration. Emil’s smile and tone suggest he’s hoping this won’t turn out tragic.]

Yeah. Let's try it.

[He'll shrug out of that pristine white jacket first and leave it folded neatly by the basket before joining Wukong at the river bank. Though he's figured out the goal, he makes no request for a cut of the profits. If Wukong is honorable, it goes without saying. If not, money is of little interest to him. But good food is, and if the fish end up battered, Wukong may have to hear Emil's complaints before the Chef's.]

[topkong]

[ Well, at least one of them has to be the voice of reason, logic, and common sense. Not necessarily all three at once, or heck--- even just one of them. It's going to be up to Emil to keep Wukong from going too over board with his plan.

But he does notice the other hero carefully take care of his uniform, which does cause him to think about doing the same! Funny, as he never prioritized his appearance (or really cared for it, outside of looking cool)... so to see Emil fold his jacket at least puts the thought in his head for the future.

Taking care of your own personal things is a thoughtful thing, isn't it? Wukong should also be considerate... ]

Oh, and just in case--- if it goes well, then I'm happy to split up some of the colle. If it doesn't... [ and he reaches to scratch the back of his head ] ... well, I'll see what I can do anyway. I'll take an earful even if it includes less money, too.

[ In short, he won't let Emil take responsibility for Wukong's experiment. He's a good monkey, a noble monkey!

But he'll pull his staff toward him, holding it over the water. The mana flows from his body, into his weapon, which oddly vibrates as it stretches to its limits. He's only done this a few times, imagining an orb that gathers at the very tip of the staff...

Hopefully Emil is ready with the net, which sits by Wukong's feet. ]

[forbothofus]

[After two months of keeping his own uniforms clean, plus helping roommates with thier laundry, it's a reflex. White is not a dungeon-friendly color (and these clothes aren’t conveniently enchanted against stains.)

Emil grants a warm smile and nod of thanks.] That’s kind of you to offer, thank you.

[He retrieves the net then stands outside the range of the staff and watches closely. Knight sight allows him the full brilliance, and he takes it in with interest and appreciation. Magic is different here. He sees the warm light of mana gathering, and feels it charging the air, but it's like comparing the salt ocean to fresh water. Even the simplest of artes form in ways he hasn't experienced.

…There may be a bit of worry as tremors from the staff reach him. A number of images flash in his mind. Mainly of fish raining from the sky. He starts to say something, then presses his lips together, offering benefit of the doubt.]

[topkong]

[ With a sharp exhale, he swings downward as hard as he can--- in a way, he mirrors the movements of a fisherman who would cast their pole, flinging the line and lure out as far as possible to find the deepest waters and to attract the best fish.

Except... he probably didn't mean to also throw his weapon out into the water. Up into the air it goes, in an arc before hitting the water with the mana-infused end down, obviously heavy with charged energy.

Ah. He scratches his top of his head. He'll have to swim out and find it now. Great. ]

I mean, it'd be dishonorable to not share the wealth. We're Heroes together, aren't we?

[ In a way, they're all allies regardless of their actions or backgrounds. When one benefits, everyone else does at some point. With a huff of frustration, he's about ready to dive in and swim before suddenly a loud, muffled THUMP reverberates through the water, bubbles forming and...

... nothing. No fishstorm. Nothing of the sort. A dud? Even Wukong's staff floats to the top of the water, signifying whatever it did already ran its course. ]

Sounded louder more than anything, I guess...?

[ Wukong would be right, up until the first fish floats up to the surface. Then, another. And another. ]

[forbothofus]

[His first thought is that it's an interesting technique – rather like wielding a spear. Then he catches his fellow hero’s expression…

In the interest of damage control, Emil studies the glow under the water. The magic is still active, but it's not dissipating. Meaning whatever Wukong was prepared to cast is still active. Suddenly, an umbrella holds more appeal than a net.]

We are. And these jobs are certainly easier with two people. It’s nice to have company-

[A rumble draws his attention back to the river. There it is! And they weren’t drenched! But that much force in the water…]

Wait, I don’t think it’s done…

[Yep, there’s the result. Emil extends a hand to stir the water with a gentle spell and draw some of the fish towards the bank. Once close enough, he reaches out to net one and pull it in for them to look at…]

[topkong]

[ Whew. He poured a lot of mana into that, mostly to keep it from causing the water to explode outwardly and sending the fish into the sky. Not only would that have been panic-inducing to the farmers, who probably wouldn't expect a sudden, torrential downpour of broken fish and water, but practicing control is important.

Especially when you're not used to exerting it. ]

... okay, let's see. I hope they're not mushy.

[ A fish-shaped bag of mushy meat and organs doesn't sound appealing to Wukong, and it wouldn't be to the chef either. Pressing his face down, nearly onto the fish, he's definitely checking it out with more than just an appreciative eye. ]

Eyes are clear. The flesh--- [ and he presses his finger against it ]--- isn't giving. The scales didn't all flake off, too. I think it worked. What do you think, friend?

[ The careful, analyzing expression melts into a cheery, toothy grin. He's proud! ]

[forbothofus]

[He studies the fish when Wukong isn't in the way. That's definitely a better technique than he expected. An excellent shine to the scales, the fins aren't torn, and there's a healthy glow from the mana still contained in the body. It looks delicious.

Friend. There's a pleasant sound. Cheerfully, he assures,]

I can't promise the chefs will be happy, but I'd cook with it. That was great!

[He raises his head to note the other fish beginning to drift away from them.]

We should collect those too...

[topkong]

[ There's only one pair of eyes that suddenly sparkle brighter than the fish's--- it's Wukong, who only has to turn his head slightly to curiously look at Emil. ]

Hm? You think? I mean, as long as they don't look too damaged... but you can cook? That's pretty cool. I've always wanted to learn, but I've never had time.

[ Too much time spent training to be the best and fighting plenty of stronger opponents left very little time for anything leisurely, which Wukong considered cooking to be. ]

Okay. I'll have to rig up another net. Shouldn't be too hard, I have all the components needed.

[ Taking his jacket off, he quickly ties it up in a way to make a capable though smaller 'net'. It may not be easy to drag through the water, but he can deal with it while Emil uses the actual one. ]

Hopefully no one will get upset that I'm doing this. Frankly... wearing a uniform all the time is still a little uncomfortable.