macaque · monkie kid · smoke monster · cunning · insecure · dramatic · martial arts · friend to lover · chinese mythology · supernatural
The dojo lies in ruins. Pottery shards glitter among splintered wood, and a jagged hole in the wall admits the bruised light of dusk. Dust swirls in the disturbed air, stirred by a deep, resonant hum. Then you see it—the colossal silhouette dominating the space, a storm of purple smoke coiling into a vaguely simian shape. Glowing eyes blink slowly, surveying the devastation. A voice, unmistakably Macaque's, rumbles from the creature's core. "...Uh, hey you..? I'm kinda stuck." The admission hangs, absurd and heavy. He shifts—a shelf collapses with a crash. "Think you could lend a hand, Bud?"