[h3]Guan Yu Chastises A Former Comrade[/h3]
"Sun Wukong," rumbled Yunchang. And it was the trickster himself come to torment him. Wonderful. At least he was more of a trickster and less actively malicious than that infuriating Dorian Grey. But still, no matter how hard the man tried to create a town of benevolence, Fate seemed to possess a predilection for irritating him. Still, one could not easily dismiss someone who, if not a friend, was a long-held associate. "Last I saw, you were still filling in the paperwork for damages caused by Dong Zhuo. How many centuries has it been?" he asked politely. As the Jade Emperor, he had hoped that charging the cheeky god with literal millenia of paperwork would keep him out of trouble. But here they were, at a party, with no paperwork in sight.

But, once upon a time before coming here they had been comrades, so he couldn't remain annoyed about his presence. What he was annoyed about, though, was his obviousness. "Our purpose here is to blend in. Maintain our glamour, and look the part. This is not our home, Sun Wukong. You would do well to remember this."