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[forgingfires]

"You have contacted the great Red Son. Keep your message brief and to the point if you want a reply within twenty-four hours."

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[wildwarden]

Night Sky nodded. Again, fair enough. No point in respecting people that most assuredly didn't respect them.

"Plant lady is the worst one." She said with a huff. "You know... I have another name, too. Maybe you'll get to learn it one day."

[forgingfires]

"Fae true name business?" Red Son asked.

[wildwarden]

"Mmm. Sort of." She said. "It's a Sylvan Elf thing. We live so close to the fae and they're notorious for stealing names that we have two. The public ones like Night Sky, Ghost, Ash Blossom..." etc. "And private ones that we only tell our loved ones. I - ha." A mirthless laugh. "I almost forgot mine not long ago. Weird forest magic does that. I might need to tell someone just in case at this point."

[forgingfires]

"Not a terrible idea," Red Son said. There is a pause.

A huff.

"Dragon Girl is Mei. Scholar is Tang, Pig Man is Pigsy, Blue Thing...might be Sadie or Sandy or Sassy, I really haven't picked up his name. And Noodle Boy is MK, I've never heard his full name."

[wildwarden]

Night Sky pursed her lips to try and hold back a laugh.

"Aww. You do know their names. Sort of." Clearly this meant something! "Maybe I will tell you mine, once you earn it."

[forgingfires]

"To be fair, I'm only friends with Dragon Girl and Noodle Boy is just always there when I go see her," Red Son said. "The other three just kind of tolerate my presence as they insist." A pause. "Okay, the Blue Thing is actually friendly, but he's always like that."

[wildwarden]

"Ahuh. Sure." Totally not friends with everyone else she so believes you, Red Son. "Sounds like a real party back home. Do you miss the chaos? I mean... I guess this place is pretty wild sometimes, so I heard."

[forgingfires]

He's working through some issues.

He does pause at that question. "This place is more...mellow. Not many projects that I don't make myself. No chaotic mortals always bothering me. Its...different."

[wildwarden]

"Is that good or bad different?" She asked, arms idly crossing over her chest. "Is 'mellow' your style?" It sure didn't seem like it.

[forgingfires]

"I haven't decided," he said. "I've never really had long...breaks before."

He was either always busy, with training or trying to free his father, or...well, it was the last two years and he kept getting involved with the Monkie Kid.

[wildwarden]

She smiled. "I'm always in support of 'breaks,' especially for obvious workaholics like you." She said. "Maybe it's a sign."

[forgingfires]

"If the universe is giving me a sign, even more reason I don't want to do it. Destiny is terrible," Red Son said.

[wildwarden]

"Fair point." It was terrible! "Okay then, it's not a sign. But I'm still here to tell you that it's okay to not be working all the time." Which she had said a few times already, to be fair. "You're going to work yourself to death- not. Don't say that's impossible. You know what I mean."

[forgingfires]

Destiny was, in fact, the worst.

Red Son raised an eyebrow as she tells him to not say it was impossible. "Good catch," he said. "I work hard, its how I am. I don't work all the time. Just...most," he said and shrugged. "I'm getting used to free time."

[wildwarden]

She preened a little. It was a good catch, wasn't it. She's onto you, Red Son. "At least you're aware, I guess. Just be careful - you might make them look good, but eye bags are terrible."

[forgingfires]

"That's what glamour is for," Red Son said. "I know how to look good even if I've been up a month. I had to do that once. Admittedly, it only took twenty minutes to set fire to that party, but the party goers were quite rude."

[wildwarden]

Night Sky looked surprised. Again. "Elaborate." Up for a month? Setting fire to a party? Hello??

[forgingfires]

"We needed a potion that a demon lord wanted, it was my first foray into alchemy, mother had to get the ingredients, and I needed to figure out how to make the damned thing. We got the potion, went to a party of the demon lord to present it to hopefully get some magic scissors that were supposed to cut through anything, and then a bunch of demons hit on me while mother was trying to be diplomatic. I also looked about fifteen at the time, so you can imagine how charming those particular suitors were," Red Son said.

[wildwarden]

"Ew." She grimaced. "You know what? Totally fair to set them on fire."

[forgingfires]

"It usually is at parties. I'm at least attempting to be diplomatic," Red Son said. His temper may be short and volatile, but also he had to deal with a lot of immortals who wanted to mock him and his mother, or worse, try and claim them at their own like some pretty trinket.

There's a reason Red Son made them a robot army as soon as he could.

[wildwarden]

"Plan A diplomacy, plan B fire? Good to know." She laughed. "Did you ever get your scissors? What did you even need to cut that badly?"

[forgingfires]

"More or less. Plan B is if mother gets offended. We often skip plan B, but anyone who manages to get it regrets it immensely. If they survive. She's not as nice as me," Red Son said. Princess Iron Fan was not a merciful woman. "We did. We needed to move Wukong's staff. The thought was if we could cut it to ribbons, we could get it out of the way. Of course, the things broke on it," he said with a frustrated sigh.

[wildwarden]

"Don't piss off your mom. Also noted." Not that she had planned to anyway, but still. Good to know. "They broke?" So much for cutting through anything, apparently. "That seems excessive. Wukong must be powerful to have something like that."

[forgingfires]

"Wukong has only been outright beaten by beings who are part of the fabric of our universe," Red Son said. "Barring his youth, of course. But he's always been stupidly strong for no good reason."

[wildwarden]

"He sounds annoying." She said. "Is he like... actually a deity or something?"