<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/ab51/f/2013/238/b/4/b4f037a9c8c3929ac0dcda9def6b97df-d6ju4wh.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Who:</strong> Sun Wukong "The Monkey King"<br/><strong>Where:</strong> China<br/><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br/><strong>With Who:</strong> Kita, Red, Bigby, Cu Chalainn, Open</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Red made a pun of course making full use of his name. And Sun being Sun couldn't help but laugh at the bad humor of it. After a few words with Bigby, he paused and did a bit of silver tongue'd flattery. The Dreadwolf could weave words as easily as he stitched nightmares it seemed, and he placated Sun's ego with a few candied ones. "Hmmmph. The one who reads the fear of the masses is wise indeed." It was Sun's own way of paying a compliment in kind, and trying, as humbly as possible(for him) to graciously accept Bigby's, as well as his explanation about the misunderstanding.<br/><br/> And the spear-wielder who drew a bit of Sun's ire, perhaps due to the innate and very obvious similarities between them spoke of wanting to see what he was capable of. The King puffed his chest out slightly in response. "Any not my enemy always want to see just what I'm capable of. You will bear witness soon enough." Kit, bless her paranoid, rapidly beating(because of the sheer paranoia) heart. She wanted to scout the castle, and scout the other guests; despite this being a place of good energy. He almost sighed, then decided against.<br/><br/> Just like he had some ways he was set in and would not change, so did the Kitsune. He wouldn't ask her to get rid of her instincts which had served her well so far. Instead, he smiled. He plucked a blond hair from his head, and blew on it before handing it to her. "Speak to it. I will hear. And you will hear me. We can stay in touch while you get a lay of the land." A bit later, during the feast, Sun was stuffing his plate to then stuff his face, when a massive and ugly bird flew in, landed on the table, and was fully possessed by the Djinn. Sun was on his feet in an instant, but paused when the fowl had something to say. <br/><br/>A challenge of death should Rumplestiltskin be rebuked. The ultimatum caused the Monkey King to peal into laughter while the Celt removed the now dead bird. "Even a scared Cobra will rear it's hood to a threat. The Djinn fears what you are doing, Queen Snow. What you are creating here. Or else he wouldn't send empty threats; he would take action. Hah! This creature of darkness already knows cowardice before the war even truly begins. I look forward to seeing how my staff makes him bounce. Hahahah! Oooh oooo!"<br/></span><br/>