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The Double Edge of the Full Moon

WHO: MK, Red Son, Saya, and Monkey King [Closed]
WHAT: Another Weremonkey episode
WHEN: September 29th - September 30th
WHERE: Bloomcrown - Around Red Son's workshop
WARNINGS: Violence, and lots of emotions.

This time there was no late chasing after MK this time. They knew the full moon was coming. MK was on time at the workshop. The went into the containment room and into the nest. It wasn't as lavish as the last one, honestly. Mostly blankets and pillows. The good furs were all in his nest back home, well, at his two homes. He didn't feel like moving them this time. This would only be for two nights and he could deal with this nest until then.

He sat down in the nest and waited. The sun set and the moon came out. MK groaned as his bone popped and his muscles grew. Fur grew over his body as he was changed by the curse all over again. He shook as he rolled around, feeling it coming over him. His mind changed as well and he gave into his instincts. He felt himself become that beast again. He knew his memory would disappear but that's the way it was. He'd figure it out later. He had the scroll. He'd figure it out later.

If only he knew what these next few nights had in store for MK and the others.

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The first night of the full moon. The weremonkey laid in his nest and didn't move much at first. MK wasn't in the mood for all of the entertainments and things in the room for him. The means of keeping him stimulated and out of trouble. They were all so boring to him right now. They held no attention or drive. He didn't really feel like it. He looked to the door finally. The big metal door that was meant to keep him in here. Keep him contained.

He glared at that door. A soft rumbling growl emitting from his chest. A spark of anger that threatened to ignite. That burning irritation was there and smoking. Wonder who would come into the room to see him. Wonder what would happen when they did.

The day came and went. The moon shined in the sky and again, MK transformed. The sound of snapping and groans, and growls filled the room. He arched and rolled around on the floor. He felt the way everything was changing. Again, it hurt. Not as much as whatever was going on in his heart and in his head. He didn't know why he was in such a foul mood all day really but he was. Time to go back to being a beast. The went still after transforming. He went still and just laid there.

Then came the chirps. Soft. Sad chirps. Sad whimpers. A soft mournful sound.

He's crying.

Two nights and no memories. All MK had were vague feelings and flashes of things that came to his mind when he tried to remember. Again, he woke up not in the best mood. Not really excited to start the new day. He felt worn out, sore, and just heavy. Everything felt heavy. Like he was still wearing all that bulk and fur from the transformation, even with it gone.

He sighed as he pushed himself up to go see everyone at the workshop. Might as well make sure no one got hurt over the last to nights.

The morning after the first night, Red Son had stayed long enough to let MK see he was in one piece, injuries already healed, and hopefully disheveled appearance excused as something else. He was quick to say he had an early morning job and left as quickly as he could.

In truth, he went to wherever was willing to sell alcohol that early and started drinking to get away from his own thoughts and heartbreak. Perhaps not the healthiest way to go about it, but he's been having intense emotions since curing Saya and he just wanted a break.

It was a very expensive break. At least when he found himself at the bar Saya worked at (when he knew she wasn't working), it was some breathing room for his wallet.

His mind does wander. From his feelings, to what MK might be thinking, to what he wants, to what he thinks he can have, to what he might lose-

To things Saya said. About MK.

About herself.

He had noted it, but he was too out of it to really talk about it. He knew Saya had wanted a conversation last month, but he knew he got out of that because she was about to sleep. He hadn't wanted a fight that close anymore than she did. But now she wouldn't sleep.

So when the sun was starting to set, he was knocking on Saya's door. Absolutely reeking of alcohol, clothes still in a state, and not looking the most steady.

[MK had been up surprisingly early, and gone almost as quickly. Wukong had let him, figuring his successor needed time to clear his head and try to sort out his feelings. He'd check in if MK wasn't back before nightfall.

In the meantime he's been processing, sorting through all the feelings except the ones that wanted to throttle Red Son. It's nice enough out that he's just hanging out in the little sparring ring/courtyard, but not really noticing anything else as he muses.]

[It's taken all day to center himself enough to not immediately want to punch Red Son for the disaster of the last two nights, especially after speaking to Saya about what happened and her undeserved guilt in this. None of it should have happened in his mind and there was just one demon that was the most at fault for all of it. It was time for a talk.

It isn't that hard to find Red Son, which is good. He approaches his nephew, glare already in place.]

I think it's time we have a talk.

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