#worldclassmenageriie

"Im sure hes fine, just taking a break from people probably. Even im not super good with tech and im only 1200." - chunhua

"Isn't that just his way, ha ha~"

​"Oh, you're only 1200, indeed! You have so much time to learn how to be good with technology!"

"It can be very rewarding to learn how to use, disassemble, reassemble or construct devices. I highly recommend it."

That... definitely was the strangest monkey he had ever seen. Was.... she wearing people's clothes?

The state of his mountain, his home left him in a barely contained fury. Seeing the overturned trees, the uprooted earth, the signs of death and those who had hurt his troop living there? Oh his heart screamed in a mix of fury, sorrow and many more complex emotions. Even then he somehow found the strength to give them a chance to leave, to leave his mountain and never return. He was no longer the monster that killed mercilessly when he had been wronged, he had achieved his own form of being a bodhisattva by himself. After all those years of being under the mountain, being forgotten by the world he found his freedom again and made his way back here. Having dealt with the intruders swiftly when they rejected his act of mercy.

Now fresh blood stained cracked and dusty knuckles as one hand held his boots while the other reached through the barrier when hearing the chirping trill. His voice was dry and cracked but he managed to make a small chirping trill of his own, his footsteps remaining unsteady as this was the first time in centuries he was actually able to move his body.

"... Do you bleed?"

What a loaded query.

There were memories which stirred; ones of screaming into empty white, weeping, tearing up hair and skin. How many times did her shrieks only answer in silence? How many times did she mold illusionary worlds from her insanity? How many times did she craft a desert with mountain in the distance? How many times did she walk to it, with fractured ghosts whispering in ears. Sometimes sweetly, others in harsh retribution.

It was countless, as the grains of sands on earth.

Old, unspoken truths of bygone eras drummed within her heartbeat. The wrath of forgotten gods, sundering of flesh and unsaid vow to hide one's self echoed.

No matter how much time passed, baboon would not escape it.

All this buzzed beneath countenance unreadable; a trait she mastered for centuries. However foreign one did not look at other and instead opted to rivet golden gaze towards skies above. Storms clouds were forming and petrichor filled air.

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@worldclassmenageriie said: Momo was more than capable of finding his own food...but sometimes stealing snacks from someone else was easier. Back-legs deep in Sokka's bag---he was definitely eating snacks that were not for him.

Sokka stopped short, staring at the suspiciously rustling shape near his bag. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Momo's back legs sticking out of the bag, tail twitching like a guilty little flag. The rustling stopped, then resumed with all the shameless confidence of a thief who knew he wouldn’t be caught in time. Sokka’s jaw slackened. Those were his snacks. His precious, carefully rationed, and hidden snacks.

“This is unbelievable,” he muttered, already feeling the deep, personal betrayal settling in. His arms folded across his chest, more for self-control than authority. “You think I can just replace those? You have any idea how hard it is to keep a decent snack supply when you’re traveling?”