fatalistyc

[fatalistyc]

It would be odd to come back to his normal life and think of what he has done tonight, nothing compared to his plans for every single day that are often carefully crafted by him. This was completely unplanned, perhaps he will take the chance to come back in the future if the opportunity shows once again, Hanzo will miss this experience, even if it represents the contrary to the type of man he is.

He was clearly sweating due to the stage lights and the excitement, little did he care, even heard whistles coming from the crowd when his hair fell down. By the next minute he was wrapped in a friendly embrace with the actor, in another context, the resolution would be much different -he would end up seeking a doctor-.

The music is inviting his subconsciousness to continue with the party, and live a little, right? In the end, there might not be another opportunity like this near the future. “Shall we sing another? I feel quite… euphoric.” Or again, could also be the Piña Colada.

There would be an interesting story to tell to the clan members when he returns to the normal life he made sure to craft for his comfort at this age, life couldn’t get more interesting from here for Hanzo. Singing at a karaoke bar, with people cheering for him while singing along with his questionable singing skills, wearing the flowery shirt that someone mysteriously packed for him. It was a moment he would only mention just to mess up with people, no one would believe that the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu would enjoy karaoke so much. He joined into a duet with Johnny, singing the same words as him, trying to match his voice pitch to not feel so uncomfortable hearing his trembling voice through the speakers. Seeing everyone in the room being so into their performance gave him some confidence, or was it the Piña Colada as well? Everything would be okay as long as he doesn’t start spitting fire. By this point he was already on stage, Hanzo freed his hair from a ponytail that spent at least 5 minutes to make it look perfect, and now his dark strands were falling over his shoulder. “Give it to me, what you say, give it to me right away give it to me, give it to me.” It will be an interesting story after the song ends, which concluded with everyone applauding and whistling, including the bartenders of the place.

#chxxseyourfighter #nights of the passion lanterns: threads #((yeesssssssssss another oneee))

[fatalistyc]

There would be an interesting story to tell to the clan members when he returns to the normal life he made sure to craft for his comfort at this age, life couldn’t get more interesting from here for Hanzo. Singing at a karaoke bar, with people cheering for him while singing along with his questionable singing skills, wearing the flowery shirt that someone mysteriously packed for him. It was a moment he would only mention just to mess up with people, no one would believe that the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu would enjoy karaoke so much. He joined into a duet with Johnny, singing the same words as him, trying to match his voice pitch to not feel so uncomfortable hearing his trembling voice through the speakers. Seeing everyone in the room being so into their performance gave him some confidence, or was it the Piña Colada as well? Everything would be okay as long as he doesn’t start spitting fire. By this point he was already on stage, Hanzo freed his hair from a ponytail that spent at least 5 minutes to make it look perfect, and now his dark strands were falling over his shoulder. “Give it to me, what you say, give it to me right away give it to me, give it to me.” It will be an interesting story after the song ends, which concluded with everyone applauding and whistling, including the bartenders of the place.

Perhaps this is powered by the slight amount of alcohol in his veins, let himself be carried away by the lack of inhibitions, live a little, especially for a man who has been dead for too long. Knowing Johnny, not as the movie star but as the man behind the title are two different things, in moments like these both concepts fuse and make Hanzo wish to turn his face in another direction. Too late, he got himself into this unfortunate event.

Hanzo has seen movie musicals before, a couple of times to be fair, but he never understood said concept, singing out of nowhere with music coming from thin air and everyone dancing. That is exactly how he felt while Johnny was singing and inspiring the guests, clapping their hands, shaking their shoulders to the rhythm, and singing along. Elder Gods, take this poor soul.

Suddenly, the mic appeared in front of his face, how did this happen? "When I was high as the sky, out all night just dancing." His voice sounded quite off-key, even had a light on his face, almost forgetting about the rhythm of the song. "You say, 'let's go home'… That's the time I start romancing." The Piña Colada is doing its magic.

#chxxseyourfighter #nights of the passion lanterns: threads

[fatalistyc]

Perhaps this is powered by the slight amount of alcohol in his veins, let himself be carried away by the lack of inhibitions, live a little, especially for a man who has been dead for too long. Knowing Johnny, not as the movie star but as the man behind the title are two different things, in moments like these both concepts fuse and make Hanzo wish to turn his face in another direction. Too late, he got himself into this unfortunate event.

Hanzo has seen movie musicals before, a couple of times to be fair, but he never understood said concept, singing out of nowhere with music coming from thin air and everyone dancing. That is exactly how he felt while Johnny was singing and inspiring the guests, clapping their hands, shaking their shoulders to the rhythm, and singing along. Elder Gods, take this poor soul.

Suddenly, the mic appeared in front of his face, how did this happen? "When I was high as the sky, out all night just dancing." His voice sounded quite off-key, even had a light on his face, almost forgetting about the rhythm of the song. "You say, 'let's go home'… That's the time I start romancing." The Piña Colada is doing its magic.

A single glass of the tamest drink that he could think of rests before him on the glass table, Piña Colada, with its own little pathetic umbrella to make it seem more festive. The people gathered here for a reason that Hanzo was unsure of, karaoke night? The thing that is used as a modern torture machine for unlucky strangers and drunk individuals with broken dreams of becoming the next pop star.

All of that is not new to Hanzo, he never got to see it by himself before. Remains with his arms over his chest like armor -don't look in my direction you fool!- knowing that this was going to be a short night before going back to his bedroom. He sees a familiar face on the stage, and squints his eyes in the direction, Johnny Cage? Of course, he shouldn't be surprised when he opened his mouth.

Is not a surprise the fact that he knows how to sing, and give a performance, he was an actor and was supposed to be a complete artist. What surprised him is that Johnny saw him while singing passionately, everyone was invested in him by now and being involved in his performance. "… I betcha I'll make you holler you've had enough" he sings unsure of the lyrics, he knows the lyrics, but is not exactly elated at the idea of him approaching the table.

#chxxseyourfighter #nights of the passion lanterns: threads

[fatalistyc]

a kiss for hanzo from harumi. <3 maybe two kisses while she's at it.

Light of his life, only for her his heart flutters with joy, the soft lips on his were fairly welcomed. Can't deny it, his soul has missed hers so much. His hands lightly place over her back to shorten the distance between them, not even air would be between each other while they are together. However, the third kiss is initiated by Hanzo, responding with the same amount of love that Harumi has given to him in a short period of time.

#handpickedriot #((I screamed when i woke up and saw you in my inbox this morning)) #((sorry for the wait too))

[fatalistyc]

//I have a few things to do in this blog to get back into the good mood, such as removing and adding muses to my list (bc I have needs and I'm adding a few Genshin characters to the list) and of course, a visual update to this blog because it needs one.

#✧.* ➳ || ｄａｎｃｉｎｇ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｓｍｏｓ: ooc. #((im trying to get used to writing in a tablet bc my laptop takes 1000 years to load)) #((so yeah that will do it for now))

[fatalistyc]

A single glass of the tamest drink that he could think of rests before him on the glass table, Piña Colada, with its own little pathetic umbrella to make it seem more festive. The people gathered here for a reason that Hanzo was unsure of, karaoke night? The thing that is used as a modern torture machine for unlucky strangers and drunk individuals with broken dreams of becoming the next pop star.

All of that is not new to Hanzo, he never got to see it by himself before. Remains with his arms over his chest like armor -don't look in my direction you fool!- knowing that this was going to be a short night before going back to his bedroom. He sees a familiar face on the stage, and squints his eyes in the direction, Johnny Cage? Of course, he shouldn't be surprised when he opened his mouth.

Is not a surprise the fact that he knows how to sing, and give a performance, he was an actor and was supposed to be a complete artist. What surprised him is that Johnny saw him while singing passionately, everyone was invested in him by now and being involved in his performance. "… I betcha I'll make you holler you've had enough" he sings unsure of the lyrics, he knows the lyrics, but is not exactly elated at the idea of him approaching the table.

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🎬 It was karaoke night on the island, and what better way to make sure that the night went off without a hitch than to sing to your heart's content. And so as soon as the event began to get underway, Johnny made his way up to the stage, already with his song selected as the band began to play, his foot stomping to the beat of the music.

Out into the distance, the actor began to see the all too familiar face of one of Earthrealms allies, Hanzo Hasashi. Well, now he had to up the entertainment value. And so with that...Johnny Cage began to sing.

"When I came home last night, you wouldn't make love to me." Swaying his hips in a circle to the music. "You went fast asleep, you wouldn't even talk to me." Cage then points his finger toward Hanzo. "You say I'm so crazy. Coming home intoxicated" Now it was time to get the crowd involved, clapping to the beat. "I say I just wanna love you. Guess that's why I'm so elated, come on! Give it to me baby!"🎬

#chxxseyourfighter #nights of the passion lanterns: threads

[fatalistyc]

The luggage remains by his side, resting against the chair he had the luck to find, would walk into his room by now but preferred studying the ambient before anything. For Hanzo, vacations aren't a common thing, and it was his students who insisted on the decision for him to accept the invitation and spend some nights around people he might know and recognize as safe to spend time with.

After an hour, he returned to the said seat and left his things in the inconveniently odd room that has been selected for him to spend the weeks in. Perhaps it was part of the festival, to meet new people -it was clear that the invitation that arrived at his place also mentioned the permit of allowing 'lust' to control your inhibitions as if he had any interest in such-. Hanzo planned everything beforehand about what he would do during these days: meditating. Returned to the seat he found before, checking a pamphlet with a map of the possible places to visit, activities, and mantras of the island.

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads #((hanzo is here with his grumpy self))

[fatalistyc]

Through the corner of her glowing eyes a figure approaches with severity, it's finely wrapped in green fabrics that catch her attention. Even before turning her sight towards the shape, the edenian recognized to who the glimpse of green reminded her. "My intentions never ceased, Jade." The woman replies with a smile, a curve of her lips that could only let the other know how satisfied Tanya was with her irritation.

Millennia could pass through her fingers and there wouldn't be a single day in which Tanya repents of her decisions. It was all about surviving in the end, being one of the last of her kind led her to betrayal, once and over again, her fire consumed the skin of more than one outworlder. "Don't assume for a second that I'm pleased to see you as well, on the other hand, I'm simply amused that you're intact." But Tanya is not so foolish, the air is thin and ready to be cut with any weapons of their choosing.

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ To no one’s surprise, Jade felt an immediate and immense rage. That was the only thing she could ever bring herself to feel for the woman known as Tanya. The ambassador. The betrayer. Clever as any devil with the beauty of a tempting siren and a heart blacker than Shinnok’s. A hundred thousand years could pass on and Jade would still hate her down to her bones.

Her fingers twitch—eager to reach for either her bo or glaive—but she keeps both hands still. She refused to be baited by her.

❝ Tanya. ❞ Even her name was spoken with the centuries worth of disdain. Emerald eyes harden as Jade releases a shaking breath, forcing herself into a calm facade. ❝ Still slithering your way through the realms I see. ❞

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#razorangz #((a good way to kick out yhe procrastination of leaving this blog in the darkness)) #((thank you vikky💖💖💖💖))

[fatalistyc]

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I didn’t realize we were in a rush.

Do you want some of this ?

Well, you are smarter than me.

Don’t feel bad.  I’m smarter than everyone.

Does she fancy you or something ?

Why do you say that ?

Do think it’s funny joking about that ?

Sometimes I feel like (s)he does act kind of weird around me.

Maybe because you blush a lot when (s)he talks to you.

You blush at everything, you just have that complexion.

Why do you have to be so harsh on people ?

Just because you won’t tell people doesn’t mean you can say whatever you want.

I don’t want to get into a fight with you.

I know you probably hate me, but you’re the only person who actually talks to me.

I never said I hated you.

Are you happy that you don’t have friends ?

They wouldn’t be interested in that stuff.

You mean they’re not interested in the world around them.

No one would have to know.

What are you laughing for ?

You’re acting like you’ve never kissed anyone before.

Don’t go telling people in school about this, okay?

Are you pissed off with me ?

Can we take our clothes off ?

You were tempted for a second there.

I tempted you.

Do you think I should, or are you joking ?

Oh, who cares ? The economy’s fucked anyway.

Obviously I didn’t have unprotected sex with anyone while you were gone. Jesus.

So go on, what’s her name ?

What’s she like in her natural habitat ?

Am I doing something wrong ?

I would never pretend not to know you, _______.

I thought you didn’t drink alcohol.

If they don’t show up, I will actually murder _______.

Are you cold ? You look like you’re freezing.

When I go out at the weekend or whatever, I don’t go after other girls or anything.

If I wanted you to fuck me here, would you do it ?

You’re always making me do such weird things.

What does that mean ? I can’t make you do anything.

Do you think there’s any other person I would do this type of thing with ?

What do you want me to do ? Leave you alone ?

You mean, if you just didn’t want to see each other anymore ?

I would feel surprised honestly, because you seem like you enjoy it.

And what if I met someone else who liked me more ?

You’re making me insecure, talking about not wanting to hang out anymore.

I thought you liked me.

You have nothing to worry about with your appearance.

I don’t just like you for your brains, trust me.

I would miss you if you didn’t want to see me anymore.

Let me get you a drink, what are you having ?

Can you let go of me ?

_______, would you ever fuck off ?

Sorry for making a fuss.

You would never hit a girl, would you ?

Did he ever hit you ?

That’s insane, what have I ever done ?

You don’t sound like you are laughing.

What’s all the secrecy about, then ?

This is starting to sound very shady.

I have more interesting things to gossip about than your sex life, okay ?

That is vile language to use.

How did you get her to keep quiet about it ? Did you tell her something bad would happen if she told on you ?

You’re getting it way out of proportion now.

If I stay in the car, I’m only going to say things I regret.

I don’t want to speak to him.

Good for you, (s)he doesn’t deserve you.

#ask meme

[fatalistyc]

maximummuses​:

“…I see”  The truth made enough sense to Bi-Han.  If he knew for a fact he hadn’t killed Hanzo’s family, then someone would have manipulated Hanzo into believing that.  Quan Chi played that role to perfection.  But the revelation that Kuai and Hanzo were friends was a concerning development, to say the least.  Bi-Han would like to believe his little brother.  He would like to believe that Hanzo Hasashi has changed his ways, mended his bridges.  He would like to believe that there is no more feuding between the Lin Kuei and the Shirai Ryu.  But Bi-Han also knows the story of the frog and the scorpion.  He knows how the scorpion promises to not sting the frog and how it went back on that promise.  It is in the nature of a scorpion to sting.  So Bi-Han cannot trust Hanzo Hasashi, for causing death is in his nature.  “What has become of the other Lin Kuei who stood with me at the tournament?  What has become of Sektor?  What happened to Cyrax?”

It alleviates his heart once his brother finally processes every word that came out of his mouth, it must not be easy for Bi-Han to find out about this odd twist of things, but in the end, both Grandmaster searched for an alliance, not for a rivalry that had no longer substance in itself. It’s better to heal together instead of burning the bridges between them. It surprises Kuai how well his brother took the news but knows him well despite the years, it might have slightly washed away his memory but not everything related to his brother’s manners. Perhaps he’d be cautious in the future when Hanzo is invited once again. The cryomancer breathes deeply to release a cloud of cold air, how was the best way to explain all of it? “We could say that Sektor didn’t run with the best of luck once my humanity returned after being consumed by the Netherrealm’s flames and magic, he and I played the role of cat and mouse for some time, Sektor of course, paid with his blood, however, Cyrax...” His memory lives still and hopes that his soul is finally safe and resting as he should be, but wishes that his heart was still beating and sharing this walk with them. “Cyrax made the ultimate sacrifice to defeat Sektor, he was a loyal friend until the end, without him, I can safely say that the Lin Kuei would have never seen a second chance.”

#maximummuses

[fatalistyc]

maximummuses​:

The ice clone was unlike anything Frost had ever seen before.  She had used her powers in the cages before, but that was either for dramatic effect or to freeze someone solid.  Making something out of ice like that?  Especially something as complex as a human being?  That was more than difficult.  She knew she was slow, in freeing herself from it.  She knew that her failure would spell certain doom for her.  But at the same time, like Kuai Liang observed, Frost carried a brutality which is matched by few.  “Not until you teach me how you did that.”  She crosses her arms and awaits a response.  Perhaps she was wrong to so quickly dismiss Kuai Liang and his teachings.  Perhaps Frost had something to learn from him after all.

There was a lot that Frost needed to learn but is not simply related to when it comes to her abilities, ignores what the mind needs to learn too, her world is still quite close to it. Could see the silver lining in this, either way, she was eager to learn something new that could be useful for her one day, how not be excited about knowing how to do a trick like this? Remembers that it was his brother who taught him how to do it, and even reacted almost in the same way. “I guess I have no choice.” He muttered and stood up from the snow, directing his body towards his student. “Performing the movement known as ‘ice clones’ is not one that can be performed right at the first time, don’t push yourself too hard with it, is not one of the easiest things to do.” He explains as he separates his feet from each other, positioning himself in a fighting stance again, relaxing his muscles and liberating any sort of tensions. “You must have a perfect image of your body in your head, be aware of yourself in the place that you have to take in the moment, I’ll do this slowly this so you can see, think of an sculptor copying a perfect shape from their mind, you’re the one creating that shape with your own power.” As Kuai spoke to Frost, a large layer of ice spread from his fingertips through his arms, covering his chest and reaching his feet, moving his body back while creating an exact clone of ice of himself. “Pay attention, I don’t let the ice envelop my body but I let it grow towards me, it must replace the empty space I just left.” It was a process that it took him almost a minute to complete, to finalize with another clone of himself, standing in the same way he was not so long ago. “Again, the secret is letting it grow towards you, not over you, and don’t forget about having a perfect mental image of yourself, those two points are crucial for most cryomancy related skills.”

#maximummuses

[fatalistyc]

heamatic​:

           :･ﾟ ❤️┇ ❝Alright guys, I think we’re almost out of the woods — ❞— so to speak. Cassandra’s device has been glitching ever since they got to Outworld; a lot of its information has been wrong, and admittedly, they’re lost in the Living Forest. She expects a nasty retort, somewhat deserved for misleading her team, only to get… nothing. Nothing but a mild, heated breeze whistling through the leaves and the occasional creak of wood as the faces change expressions.

            ❝Guys?❞

            Slowly, Cassie swivels to face her teammates — finds herself alone. ❝Seriously?!❞, she huffs. Are they playing some trick on her out of frustration? Jacqui wouldn’t let that happen. Would be more Jin’s idea of a bad revenge joke — no replies, not a peep. In the dirt she sees their boots’ imprints, only to stop abruptly, each and everyone of them lined up and then — nothing. Vanished.

           A strange shadow catches her attention as the sun peers through the foliage — looks up and sees the shape of the vampiress, silent flapping wings at her back. ❝Oh shit — ❞, are Cassie’s last words before she sprints into a run through the vegetation.

Her hunger is the one taking control, even if she will feast on the bodies of the other soldiers she has killed not so long ago, but her blood has a special scent that simply triggers her senses. Will have to see however the best way to finish with her life once the woman is finally out of chances from surviving. 

As usual in her, a screech liberates from her throat, not only the sound has a terrifying effect on her prey but allows Nitara to perceive the distance and the place where the prey is currently by now. The forests aren’t one of the best environments to hunt, miscalculating her flight would mean that her body would smash against a tree or two. Decides to descend.

Another screech echoes through the trees, the distance between her and the young girl is starting to shorten, once she has seen where she is exactly, Nitara rises in the air, a few meters above the trees to finally let her body direct itself downwards, keeping a safe angle and her wings against her back. Is common to miscalculate were a prey is going to be next when the environment is not helpful, once Nitara has shortened almost completely her distance, she crashes against the girl, resulting in both rolling over thousands of dead leaves and some decaying bushes, the hunter protecting herself by embracing her torso with bother wings and stopping only when her body impacts against a tall talking tree. Needed to recompose quickly, even if her body was aching now.

#heamatic #((dinner time! :D))

[fatalistyc]

heamatic​:

:･ﾟ 🔥┇ ❝— No…❞

Hanzo’s voice is but a sigh in the wind, yet his terror is no less potent. He witnessed it all, the rise and fall of a friend he now knows he loves with every fiber of his being. He’d sent Kuai Liang away because he did not want him to die — again. The events of his life and unlife had been nothing short of tragedy after tragedy: Kuai deserved better than this… and yet he’d returned for him.

❝You fool…❞, croaked. Broken. Tears blur his vision as they begin their descent down feverish cheeks. He forces heavy limbs to move, taking what’s left of his energy to push himself from his hiding place. It is too late for him: if D’Vorah is not wounded enough, she’ll finish him — but he will make sure she does not touch even a hair on Kuai Liang’s head. Not again.

He staggers a few steps before collapsing to his knees. ❝Why did you come…❞, he asks, winded. ❝I t-told you — to return huh-home…❞ And yet secretly, he is happy to see him, that his features would be the last he sees.

If only Sub Zero was not afflicted by the same toxin….

Doubt devoured his heart not so long ago, needed an answer for a growing fear that increased from the back of his mind. In these crucial hours, the only familiar face he can trust is the one of his friend, one that he appreciated more than what words can confess. Promised to stay by his side until his last breath if possible, both would take care of the other, not let one fall without being by themselves.

His heart might stop soon, the more the blood rushes desperately through his cold veins the more the poison spreads. Can feel the ache in his fingertips enveloping his skin and forcing the muscles to contract. Never felt so much pain in his life, a quicker death would be gentler. 

Icy eyes find one last time the dark ones of his friend, poor Hanzo, his body has been aching for who knows how long, but Kuai doesn’t regret coming back. “I know... I know that.” Manages to say. Yes, he’s a fool, but wouldn’t leave a friend behind, not in the worst moment.

“For... you.” His voice is taken prisoner by the poison, D’vorah could come back and finish what she started, and yet it wouldn’t be enough. The cryomancer does his best to keep his sight on Hanzo, using what is left of physical strength to approach him, it was good to try, even if the suns in the sky are starting to die at the corner of his view. Breaths with difficulty, the world is veiled behind a blurred image of what reality truly is, his knees might not respond to any sort of effort from now on, but it won’t stop him, it wasn’t enough.

#heamatic #((that's okay Jester no worries)) #((here have some pain))

[fatalistyc]

drecmcrcfters​:

Rarely his mind get panicked by this new environment or any unexpected situations, and yet, this is whole entire new place for him and this is the world that he isn’t used to it at all as if he just got travelled through the time and space. So much information for him to take as once his hand rests upon his forehead and his temple; his chatoyancy brown eyes shake in panic while he is gazing up at the woman. What did she just order to the other? First of all, how in the world did he got here in this desert?

“Outworld?” Carvel mutters in shock as he never heard of that name from anyone, even though he acknowledges there maybe are the realms from what he has been lived on. Wait, then where is everyone? Is it just him? Then, another name but familiar one of the realm has shocked him once more. “Earthrealm?” He is from the Earth for sure, but that’s how they are calling the Earth as the Earthrealm? That was incredibly new to him. As his psychic mind begins to proceed slowly, he… might have involved into this whole new case somehow. “I’m… Yes, I am from the Earth, or Earthrealm.” He murmurs before letting out a deep sigh and correcting his sitting posture. This would help him to focus and directly to see this case to face it. “I’m Carvel,” a pause, “Thank you for saving me from this… uh, the desert.” Then he frowns. “Was it only me who was stranded on the desert? And—” He stops and gazes Jade quietly. “—Oh, this must be a new case for you perhaps. Finding a human from the other realm.”

It wasn’t every day that she casually finds an outsider in the realm, let alone an Earthrealm to be more specific. According to most Outworlders, these creatures seemed fragile, easy to manipulate and conquer over, is no strange to her that Shao Kahn has done his best effort to merge this realm with it, perhaps because of its resources or could simply be an unconditional thirst for power -which is not so adjacent from the reality-. However, they were surprisingly strong, as seen by this one in particular.

Surprisingly, he was alive and breathing and even speaking, it was a miracle since how cruel that environment could be, even for an Outworlder or Edenian like her. “You were lucky, there’s many threats hiding in the sand even if you don’t get to see them at first sight, mostly creatures that hide in it, this a natural habitat for many predators, but also criminals.” She began, giving a sign to the other woman to leave them alone but leave the vase with water just in case. “You can call me Jade, I’ve heard is a common name for a stone where you come from.” Adds before sitting down on her knees, making sure to maintain a safe distance from Carvel, perhaps he wasn’t completely sure about his surroundings. “Unfortunately, we weren’t able to tell if you were the only one stranded or if someone else was by your side, we found you close to a dune, there weren’t any other signs.” Jade explains, keeping the information clear for him. “I’ve seen Earthrealmers before, they’re surprisingly strong for creatures with a brief lifespan, but no, I never encountered one by myself before.”

#drecmcrcfters #((sorry for the wait oops hope Carvel enjoys his stay))

[fatalistyc]

umbrclflame​:

Bi-Han jerks as he was taken out of his line of thought. He offers an apologetic smile to Hanzo, even though shame wells up in his stomach at the thought of losing his otherwise composed outward appearance in front of him. Nobody had ever had to witness his moments: Kuai Liang suspected that much and his little brother had always tried to ask him about it. Every time, he denied it vehemently - 

He offers a sheepish smile. 

“Sorry, I suppose I got a little distracted in my own mind.” 

The question catches him off guard, how casual Hanzo had became around him. Sometimes he could almost even forget that he had once tired to kill him (”Of course you could, you sometimes forget why you are even in a room to begin with.”). “I would be honored if you would show me around, Hanzo.” 

At the second part of his inquiry, he freezes, then rubs at his elbows. “I just - I have a lot of things on my mind. I made so many mistakes in my life, some that still haunts me even now.” 

Life is a whole new different thing for someone whose heart has recently started to beat just like it used to, but the mind is different, tainted even, breathing and aging seems so odd even when it's natural moving forward with the time once again. Might be the same thing that is torturing Bi-Han right now, even when Hanzo cannot speak for him or his brother either. Being reborn is both a blessing and torture.

To be trapped inside of his thoughts is no strange for the Grandmaster, both carry the trauma of being simply puppets in a game they weren’t aware of, simple ignorant participants. But there is no reason for him to raise a wall between them, less considering they aren’t so different from the other.

At last, Bi-Han is willingly opening himself to Hanzo, somehow quite unexpected for him, is he no longer a threat in his world? It’s safe to say that his soul is no longer enveloped by Netherrealm’s dark energy. “I cannot blame you for it, Bi-Han, but you are no longer under the control of others, not Quan-Chi and neither your former Grandmaster, at first all of this freedom can be quite unusual, but know that everyone is willing to help you in your path.” Once he is done speaking, Hanzo finally stands up from the ground, leaning a hand towards the cryomancer. “Come with me, the Fire Gardens await for us.”

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[fatalistyc]

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‘Something is not settling within our own realms,’ Carvel hears a troubling sound of his connection, Uilleam, the Dream Master. He remembers how agitating he was since this situation never happened as their realms have been hidden beyond of all living beings. ‘Carvel, whatever happens to you and us, my connection I made for you won’t wavered unless someone would try to find out of who you are.’ A psychic remembers how the Dream Master vanishes into the thin air with a word of encouragement. ‘Be brave.’

He doesn’t remember what happened before he fell alseep, but all he could feel was dizziness, perhaps the cries and screams of pain that echoes within his mind non-stoppable. After seeing someone resembles to a jewel of jade, nothing intact within his memory. He shifts his body and then… this is different. That’s when his brown chatoyancy eyes dart open in realization. Slowly sitting up on a blanket that seems to be provide for him until he grunts by a sudden headache. Similar aura of the Earth but totally different from his planet. His mind alerts him. Where the hell is he in? Carvel pauses once he notices someone nearby his existence, then lifting his gaze up to see who it is. “… What—” He panicked. “Where am I?”

She stops any desire to start any sentence in expectation to witness any movement from the stranger she has found stranded alone in the desert, is not usual to find humans lost in Outworld, let alone the possibility itself to find one in this realm. Were the barriers between them found an open portal or something along the line? Nothing has been normal since she has her sense of memory with her, and it collects ages or centuries of odd situations surrounding her.

Tells the warrior by her side, a shorter woman than her wearing some soft orange drapes around her body along leather armor to bring the water they have collected from the last 2 storms, in a vase made out of silver and brass, the foreigner could be dehydrated. Jade didn’t wish to disturb him or scare him, but it’s obvious that he is not pleased with whatever is happening around him. “Please, we are doing our best to help you, you are now in Outworld, I assume you come from Earthrealm.” She slowly brings her body down, crouching in front of him, exposing her gloved hands to his dark eyes. “I’m Jade, I found you stranded on the desert.” The warrior claims as the other woman come with the metallic vase, doing her best to fill with water a cup made out of clay and handing it to him.

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[fatalistyc]

“Nonsense my dearest.” The pyromancer hides the gloom of a memory linked to those words, she didn’t die exactly, but had to pretend it, has a reputation as an illusionist that needs to keep, but the day her Kahnum perished was never forgotten. “Is not easy to kill a woman like me, and even if they ever put their hands on me, I always make them pay for it.”

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           ❝ I BELIEVED YOU WERE DEAD. ❞  The former Kahnum eyes Tanya with a bittersweet gaze.  ❝ I thought that surely they executed you after they did so to me. ❞

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