#generaliism

Mortal Kombat tournaments were rare: for some, manifestations of destiny. For others, they were just unfortunate. 

Hotaru and Sonya hadn’t known each other before the tournament. But in between fights they’d found comeraderie in their shared intolerance of incompetence. They were acquaintances at best, but there was a sense that if times or places had been different, they could have been friends, maybe more if either weren’t so guarded.

 Their brief commune did, in fact, come to its climax when, at the top of the Sky Temple, Hotaru let his guard down – 

Jacqui raised a brow. Was she…was she serious? How long had she known her? Literally her entire life, this shouldn’t really come as a surprise to her.

“Aunt Sonya…you know my father. Me being sassy should not be a surprise to you. What did you think I’d come out cute and quiet like my mother?”

“Ms. Blade.” Jacqui stated blankly. The Grandmaster had been expecting her, but she didn't think the General would have arrived so soon. She must be eager to discuss something with him.

“Grandmaster Kuai has been expecting you.”

No words left Kabal’s lips, he was too occupied with his new metal device that supplied his oxygen. He gave Sonya no acknowledgement, his attention still grasped by his respirator.

After several moments of silence, Kabal managed to make eye contact with the general. His voice was gruff, showing his distaste with the situation. He was not too… fond of the other’s intrusion.

Your muse finds mine in the woods covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. Send me “Hey, are you okay?” For my muses reaction to being found by yours

Trying bitterly to resist the pain overcoming her, Jacqui slowly rose to her feet. She managed a strained smile at her aunt, even though she knew that right now she was General Blade and the General didn’t tolerate those too weak to fight. No way in hell could she be abandoned because of some stupid minor injuries.

“Y..yeah, I’m alright General Blade. J..just need to catch my breath. Don’t worry about me.”