#-Spooked Mechanic || punsandfuturekingsmen

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punsandfuturekingsmen

"The cactus is appropriately Texas festive. Also the star is shapes like the state." :)

“...”

“Yeah, okay, that makes sense. Texas does that. Continue as you were.”

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@bluescarfvivi​ @punsandfuturekingsmen​

“... Vivi what the hell-”

“Arthur please collect your feral girlfriend.”

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arthurtristankingsmen

Arthur laughs. "Well I honestly thought you might say 'me', but that might've been more a me thing. But like-- this is much better thank you excellent A++ 10 outta 10."

“HAH! Thanks, Arthur. It’s one of the most long winded jokes, but I happen to like it. Was told that one by a dear friend a long time ago.”

“As for the ‘me’ part, nah the answer where I’d say that was if the question was ‘the worst joke’.” And she just grins with a finger guns motion towards Arthur.

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"what’s your favorite joke?"

Ah, it was the mechanic again! Arthur had spooked Yang more than once now, especially with the odd discovery of comic books, and stories. She truly may never recover from that event in their strange friendship of a sort they had. All the same despite that, she found his company enjoyable, refreshing really for such a youthful personality to have around, and to be asked such a question was fun in it’s self. She knew just the terrible, horrible, joke she could share.

“I’ve got plenty of favorite jokes, but one comes to mind.” And she wouldn’t warn him in advance for how any of this would go. Arthur had so willingly taken this risky step when he knew damn well just how old Yang was, and how many things she could know. “It starts with a man whom is traveling. And he gets stranded, his vehicle will move no more, but he broke down near a monastery. The man walks up and knocks on their door, telling them his car broke down and he needs help. The Monks graciously accept him inside, give him a meal, and help him get someone to fix his vehicle. But that night as he tried to sleep, he heard something strange elsewhere in the temple. Morning comes and he asks what it was, and he is told that they can not tell him, for he is not a monk. He’s disappointed but says thank you, and goes on his way.”

She lets this sink in a moment, her expression still calm with a smile. But there was a glint in those hazel eyes of hers that reflected a spark of mischievous nature. “Some years go by. And as the man once more travels his same long route, his car breaks down near by yet again. So the man once more asks for shelter and help, which the Monks happily accept him a second time. A bed. a meal, and a repair. Yet when he slept that night, he heard that same sound, that odd noise, that had haunted him years ago. So once more when morning came around, he asks the monks what it was. And again, they tell him that they can’t tell for he is not a monk. Now, the man says ‘Okay, I am dying to know now. How do I become a monk so I may know?’ The monks reply, ‘Travel the earth, and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.’ The man sets about his task. Some 54 years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, ‘I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.”

Yang’s eyes began to twinkle then, her smile groaning broader. Entire body giddy with amusement already. “The monks reply, ‘Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.’ The monks lead the man to a wooden door where the head monk says, ‘The sound is right behind that door.’ The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, ‘May I have the key?’ The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire, And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, ‘This is the last key to the last door.‘ The man is relieved to know that he has finally reached to the end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound... It is...”

Then she just stops. And clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth a moment, grin suddenly so very wide. “But, ah, I can not tell you either. For you are not a monk.”

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arthurtristankingsmen

"When you're friends with me, every day is cursed :D "

“Of this I am well aware, considering the food situation we have going with you at this point, Arthur.”

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A package is left. One contains a multitude of green teas, and the other, some cookies in a variety of flavors. A small clay teapot was in the package as well, carefully wrapped and etched with sakura blossoms into the deep earthy material. There is also what appaears to be a custom built microphone in a second box within the package. The sender is unlisted, but it reads merry christmas, and happy birthday with a tiny tree and a few balloons drawn on.

Now this all came as quite the surprise for Yang, her eyebrows lifting high as she went through these various offered gift items. So carefully picked and chosen. How on earth did someone know her well enough to choose these items, knowing full well just what the woman enjoyed? The woman gave a gentle chuckle of contentment as warmth raised in her soul, running fingers over the teapot for a moment.

Hmm... Someone knew it had been her birthday as well- which narrowed the list down. "Whom might you be, mystery sender~." As much as the old soul wanted to know the truth, she wouldn't go hunting. Instead, she was going to take enjoyment of this. Already using the pot to make some of the brand new tea, while nibbling on a cookie. As for the microphone? Well, that was being put through sound tests near immediately while hooked up too her high end laptop. At least for the moment, until she can get it set up into her at home studio.

Needless to say, she was incredibly happy.

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@punsandfuturekingsmen @sonxflight

How unfortunate that Yang KNOWS YOUR ADDRESS ARTHUR. Because here is Yang with a wok in one hand, and Jack with the rope. They are going to end your crimes this day Arthur that’s all.

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@punsandfuturekingsmen​

“Arthur, put the knife down...!”

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arthurtristankingsmen

Arthur took another longgg look at the cover in front of him, even holding it up next to her to compare. He frowns, lips pursed, clearly thinking hard. "....Talia? Yang? Are you like..... cosplaying? And also super strong? Or has Tempo gotten even freaking weirder??"

Just what was with this guy? Yang hadn’t expected him to take any interest in her after the surprise she’d given him, the scare of lifting his van. She watched him hold up the comic book, eyes squinting at the back of it and seeing some... Oddly familiar shapes. She lifted her mug again, taking a deep and slow drink.

What, was that a magazine? No, it had a comic book style on it. That was clearly a city of Aku on the background behind the text. What the hell? She was sure that the weird portal she’d ended up through was to a place with nothing like that here...

But then Arthur had said her name, her real name that she’d not told anyone. And it sparked surprise and anger in her. Eyes going wide as she quickly choked on the mixed drink, needing to hunch forward and spit take, loosing it on the ground in front of the bench she had been sitting on.

“How in the hell-- Excuse me?! How did- Explain! How do you know that name?” This blonde sure as hell wasn’t a god damn god, that’s for sure.

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Arthur comes delivering a burger and fries, with a few yellow tulips in a bunch. "Happy V-day, Yang! From one friend to another. If you want tomorrow on national discount chocolate day we could pick up a few bags." He's grinning as he says it.

Well! Looks like someone had been determined to give her a Valentine of some sort. And it made Yang release laughter in amusement, placing her drink down as she moved over so that she may accept the offered meal and the friendly flowers.

“Hah, you know exactly where I am coming from! I’d love going off on getting all the discount sweets and goodies. My higher metabolism will burn that off real quick when I train and exercise to keep in top condition. I’ll even buy you the fancy stuff.”