#fatalistyc

🎬 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!"🎬

.｡*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. ❞

 it'd only be natural and probably fair to taste fire right on his tongue before he died , sometimes kuai liang believes himself to be TOO lucky to remain and let the older brother die .  he fought and murdered for the honor or lin kuei and what did he do ?  no regrets come from leaving the revenge mission undone and befriending the man that's burned his brother , somehow it doesn't happen to make him feel guilty .  but right now , right under the heaviness of this hot air he feels a touch of justice .

 a bad idea to follow hanzo to the ends of earth , to accompany the man in his quest to bring out titans . even scorpion wasn't that invincible to do it all alone .  kuai proves to be nothing but a problem now though . the next titan found itself a home under a volcano , and while it's weakened the sharpness of his ice and senses ,  they've killed their target . one problem remained was the fact that it'd take a few minutes for the volcano to burst and kuai couldn't move another step forward .

Bi-Han had known something was amiss the moment the specter lunged at him, hellfire blazing and seeking only to kill. His claims of what he had done had not gone unnoticed, how could he? It was a serious allegation, to be called the murderer of an innocent man’s family and clan, even the man himself. No matter where he got the idea from, only a fool would stand there and allow himself to be killed.

How he had managed to escape his wrath was beyond him, especially since his own staged death with the unfortunate random sod was sloppy at best: anyone who focused enough would have noticed the difference in stature and (what could be seen) of the face. If they even did that before Scorpion charred the body into a crisp.

As he peered down from his perch at the scenery before him, blue eyes narrowed. Whoever it is that had framed him, they would pay for it, for nearly damning his existence to the Netherrealm... yet, even though he had left no traces of his escape, Bi-Han felt a chill that was not even his own power trickle down his spine. Chances are, it wouldn’t take long for Scorpion to realize he had tricked him, and the vengeance of a hellfire demon of his caliber would burn even brighter than it did initially.

        :･ﾟ 🔥┇ At times the sun had yet to peek morning’s gaze when Hanzo would step outside and begin his practice routine. Years later, fire would join the sway and spin of his kunai, the swipe of his katana in the cool air — for now he has yet to experience the fatality of joy, or the death of his entirety. He is whole.

            He feels a watchful eye at his back — retracts the chain and catches the kunai in his fist before he glances over his shoulder: at his beautiful wife; she offers a serene smile — and once again, Hanzo is awestruck by her beauty as though it’s the first time he’s laid eyes upon her. Harumi. His Harumi. He returns the smile as he abandons his training in lieu of greeting her. In the glow of the rising sun, she is akin to an angel, her features lit up with gold.

            ❝As early as the blooming flower, I see.❞ Presses his lips to the corner of her mouth. ❝I trust you had a good rest?❞

Tales were weaved from many threads about the Lin Kuei. Who they were, embroiled in a feud between the rival clan, the Shirai Ryu, powerful and dangerous in their own rites. A clan trapped in mystery, living their lives out in the frozen landscape. And how her daughter was brought back from the brink of death with their aid, and she was now an assassin. Warrior? She was unsure what they were going by. Anna knew she had to pay them a visit in thanks.