#yidashi

@yi-dashi / @shojinfire is an excellent roleplayer who clearly puts a lot of thought and heart into their depictions! I'm always very impressed at the amount of meta/musings/drabbles/general content that they put out for their muses - everything they write is very well-thought-out and interesting. Keep on keeping on!

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Ah, damn.

Viktor should really have stronger opinions about his own death, shouldn’t he? It should be something terrifying. It should be something that he’s dreaded for years.

He can’t really find it in himself to care, though. He’s known his damnation ever since he left High Command, ever since the rose-tinted goggles were stripped from his face. (He prefers the yellow tint of his helm, personally.) It’d catch up to him, one day or another.

At least this death has some panache!

He grins up at the Bladesman (the man’s killed him - perhaps that’s enough to make the leap to Yi) and laughs. It hurts, hurts beyond anything he’s felt before, but pain’s something temporary. Especially now.

“You completed your mission! I’d- I’d applaud.”

But he can’t - what a shame. He settles for fixing Yi in his sights. Let the other man remember this. Let the other man remember him.

When such things grew boring for the monkey, it was time to start searching again.  But here, with Master Yi, he was still learning and experiencing so much.  As he listened to the words of his Master, he bobbed his head thoughtfully, contemplating each with an eagerness to understand.  If he didn’t have the answers, then who might?  Old tales from the Vastaya spoke of legends; beings beyond this world who could perhaps speak on such things more readily than any human.  Perhaps his teacher simply hadn’t encountered such things, yet.  Maybe they might someday together!

Ever the optimistic monkey, Wu tilted his head at the beckoning to come down so not to raise their voices for chatter.  He couldn’t help but smile a bit at that, rocking his body a bit until finding that point beyond to send him rolling down the slope of the dojo.  The edge of the roof would crumble a bit under the simian’s weight causing chunks of it to come tumbling down ahead of the younger male, crumbling near to where Yi was located below.

What seemed to be blatant disregard for Yi’s safety was more intertwined with confidence that the Wuju Master was more than capable of dodging anything that the monkey dislodged.  Including the Monkey if he happened to be falling a bit too near to the other male.  With a twist of his body, and a playful flip to exaggerate his skill, the simian would land in a crouch, letting the impact disperse through his form rather than be focused solely in his legs.

‘SOMEONE HELP ME NOT BE GAY. RENGAR IS MAKING ME GAY!!?’

'HEY NID WANNA HUNT??'

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The restaurant is mostly empty. That, in this case, is a good thing - Viktor has no desire to disrupt Nonna’s business with his presence and the associated gawking. Most of her customers don’t even know of the connection between the two of them. It’s not as if she shows off her leg to them!

He shuffles awkwardly to the small secondary room in the back, closing the door behind himself. It is easy enough to squeeze into one of the corner booths, pressing his right shoulder to the wall as he pulls a knee to his chest. No one is here. He undoes the straps of his mask, setting it down on the scratched table with a clink.

Nonna bustles into the room, flour and grease streaking the front of her apron. “Vitya!” she exclaims, wrinkled face breaking into a grin. “I thought you were avoiding me. You’re so pale, have you been sleeping? More than a few hours, that is!”

Viktor looks away, expression unreadable. “I’ve been doing well-”

“You’re a horrible liar, you know!”

“You worry more than you should. I’m perfectly fine.”

The older woman tsks in the way only mothers can. “It’s been a slow night. I’ll go make you something to put some color back on you - stew?”