#ephemeralkryonics

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Subject: LK-520 Current Class: Euclid Security Clearance Level: 5 (Level 6)

Special Containment Procedure: LK-520 is to be kept in a cryo containment chamber at -600F (-351C) at all times in order to keep it in a constant stasis state. By no means will the subject’s cryo temperature be lowered unless specified by Doctor Hanzo Hasashi and Doctor Harumi Hasashi or Level 6 personnel. In the event of a power failure, a generator has been set in place specifically for the cryo containment chamber of LK-520, with a battery life of 600 hours. In absolutely no circumstances will the battery be unplugged from the chamber unless proven to possess a leak and must be repaired, in which case proper specialists will be called on site by Ilaria to fix the problem.

—— The Ilaria Corporation.

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Please provide protocol code. |

          ❝Doctor Hanzo Hasashi. Code 39866-09265…. Override Harumi Hasashi’s protocol permanently. Code 87654-00986 — Password: 1501. Osaka.❞

Override successful. Please advise. |

          ❝Bring temperature of LK-520’s containment chamber to -30 degrees throughout a period of forty-eight hours. Do not awaken subject until I say so.❞

Acknowledged. |

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          ❝I want extra security on this level at all times, but never inside the room. He must never come in contact with security personnel. Understood?❞ Doctor Hasashi.           ❝Even when you’re inside the room?❞ Daniel.

          ❝Especially when I’m inside the room. And that applies to you as well.❞

          ❝But — ❞, worry etches across the large man’s features, his gaze falling onto the monitor showing a panorama of the large room maintained cold at all times. ❝— what if the same thing happens as last time? Sub Zero could have caused serious damage not just to the base, but to you and — ❞

          ❝ — I am aware, Daniel❞,Doctor Hanzo Hasashi cuts off his adopted sun briskly, but not unkindly. He knows the risks. He knows what must be done. The sacrifices necessary. Long fingers travel across the colorless screen the color of cloud covered skies, lets them caress where the chamber rests at its center like a coffin with the subject his next experiments rests. ❝But there will be no repeat of last time. Tundra is much more — malleable — than his brother was. The danger is substantial if not nil. I need you and your team to make sure there are no unnecessary ins and outs. And shut down the cameras. There is no need for them. Are we clear?❞

         Resolved and resolute, the chief of security nods, pulling his eyes away from the screen and his father’s reaching hand. ❝….Yes, sir.❞

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          Forty-eight hours have passed, and now Doctor Hasashi, dressed in thick wool, stands next to the cryo containment chamber, thawed to a proper temperature. The machine next to it beeps with each calm heartbeats — the man inside serene, almost child like in the way he is oblivious to the world around him. Last they saw one another, Harumi was still among them — although LK-520 had been drugged and seldom aware of much, but he had captured Hanzo and his wife’s curiosity, had become their personal pet project. Now Harumi is no more, but the feelings associated with the palid face behind the thick glass has remained, he finds. Something in his gut stirs, makes him shudder despite the his warm attire. Licks his lips and strolls to the nearest console, sliding his hand across the scanner.

          ❝Doctor Hasashi. Code 39866-09265. Password: 1501. Osaka.❞

Please advise. |

          ❝Replace stasis agent with waking agent.❞

Acknowledged. Awaking patient. |

          It takes several minutes where he watches the body of the subject twitches, little spasms as brain and body become aware of one another once more. Eyes rolling beneath closed eyelids.… Is he dreaming? Or is he in a dark void? Soon Hanzo takes a step back as the thick glass slides downward, icy plumes swirling into the air of the cold room.

Awakening complete. |

                              ❝—— Welcome back, Kuai Liang.❞

[strykingshot]

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Kat hopped off the helicopter and waved to the pilot as they left. She tugged her coat closer to her as she approached the Lin Kuei temple. As soon as she stepped foot on the grounds she could feel eyes watching her as she walked through until she spotted the man she was looking for.

"Grandmaster Sub-Zero?" She asked, trying not to flinch as a sharp breeze blew across her face.

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          *:･ﾟ❤️┇ ❝Shit. Shit, shit, shit!❞  Tucked into Cassandra’s hand, the inter dimension device fizzles and dies, its last breath in the form of lights quelled and going dark. She’d hoped the device had survived the attack but as per her luck these days, the stupid thing had gone off-line — would not be recovered. Least — not yet.

            What had been meant as a reconnaissance mission had turned bloody so rapidly Cassie can’t recall how it even began beyond the fact a rebel faction had attacked them from the dark corners of the city, forcing the Earthrealm troops out and into the desert, scattering for survival. She’d lost Jacqui in the fray, and her comlink too had sustained too much damage — all the while Frost had followed Cassie out into the wastelands, running as fast as they could away from a fight they were too outnumbered for.

            After a while they’d found an opening into a hill, a cave once used by a wild animal Cassie prayed had abandoned or would not return to anytime soon. Outworld animals were generally quite unfriendly and not at all afraid of other creatures.

             The commander leans against the wall, her breath still catching in her lungs as she slides down along bedrock until she’s sitting on the cool ground away from suffocating suns — dog day suns which could so easily fry eggs on metal. How Cassie longs for the comfort of her home already, a margarita, some reality television, anything to escape this hell she knows they’ll be surrounded by for god knows how long.

            She groans and sighs, holds back from throwing the device somewhere into the dark with frustration. Get a grip, she thinks, this is no time to act out. ❝We’ll be here a while❞, she announces, slouched, ❝better get comfortable. I dunno how long it’ll be before they manage to get everyone back home. Scattering might not have been the smartest thing.❞ A pause. “Should’ve known not everyone was happy with Kitana’s coronation as Kahn.❞

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           ❝ You came here to capture him alive? How unfortunate, Kuai Liang, that I got to him first. His corpse cannot give you the answers you seek. It’s best you turn to a different source to find whatever it is you are looking for. ❞

[sasorikigai]

@ephemeralkryonics​ gets a plotted starter. 

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥|| Hanzo Hasashi remains submerged in the touch of fog; counting the time passed in inhalations and exhalations, as the sensation of pond water hugging his legs continue as if he’s softly kicking them in the water with every step he takes. His heart beats slowly, his thoughts submerged in the rustling of the familiar leaves, the universe’s intake of breath, the gentle rain landing on the sodden ground. The Shirai Ryu Grandmaster is in the water, as the susurrations of descending rain contours on and through him. How the breeze of triumphant victory as the breeze runs its cherishing hands across every dip and curve of his exhausted body. He closes his eyes briefly, encased in the touch of fog as the night’s lull settles into the effulgent colors of the Fire Gardens, sighing, mouth shaping into a lazy smile as he exhales a little puff of hot air into the caring cold. 

Every sensation seems to be amplified, except pain. It’s not pain anymore; it’s not the abysmal emptiness in where his heart used to hurt. Hanzo thinks it has all burned to ashes now. Hollow and light, there’s no one to miss anymore no longer. The pain of forgetting and moving on has taken a lot out of him, yet paradoxically, he had always feared for this very day. The very day when he was finally going to drown in the depths of his love, overbrimming and saturating the depths of his heart, Smiles abound, his eyes lock as renewed vigor incites his heart and cheeks. How it races and they flush. The carnal conversation flowing as if his body and soul wanted to reach towards Kuai Liang’s like flowers seeking the sun. How everything would spill from his lips like pristine waters from a celestial fountain. 

Sparked on by the ash of the long battle and fire that begin its delicate dance around his swelling heartstrings, the Shirai Ryu Grandmaster’s form dances amidst the moonbeams’ pattern saturating the conglomerated warriors standing erect in victory. Even in the clustered universe where so many remain gathered in groups, Hanzo witnesses the Lin Kuei secluded amidst the grounds, with his eyes distant, well past the boundary of the steep bridge connecting the Compounds and the village. Perhaps settled on a particular strand of memory, the plunging depths of his psyche as he too, was prone to remain distant with the reality unfurled out for him. 

“It’s exquisite finally listening to the embellished notes on the sweet sounds of the quenching rain that washes away all the trials and tribulations we have faced all these years,” heightened percussions of his heart flows through the slopes of his musculature, and he sighs, his gaze too, somewhere locked past the compacted forest above the clear lake, as pitter-patter of the drops disturb the once deathly still surface. “I have been waiting for the most opportune time to tell you this, considering, we have been occupied with circumstances unavoidable and grave. Please, follow me to my quarters if you would.” The furnace in wrapping, the resonance of his aureate warmth dances in rhythm as bare skin brushes against the shimmer of his lover’s shoulder, before letting his fingers clasp around Kuai’s palm. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥|| 

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“Have I seen you somewhere before? You look familiar.”

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          :･ﾟ 💉┇ Slick and almost sensual, the Tesla has come and gone around the many turns of the mountainous roads, its wheels signing like frying steaks on broken asphalt. Spectacular view, first as they crossed the mountain, and then as they entered deeper into the wilderness and the road became a two way with little to no indication of anyone else on said trek. Radio plays Bach, very low, almost inaudible, before a deep but soothing voice makes conversation with the auditor, jazz smooth, hedonistic — Hanzo impatient, waiting for the next song to relax him as he crosses the edge of the mountain and then downward, closer to ground, until finally he can see the lake peering from the trees.

            Gazes to the side and finds Kuai Liang in the passenger seat, eyes closed and his rhythmic breathing slowed, beautiful lips slightly parted. Asleep, somewhere in a dream from which he cannot reach him or touch him, and he hopes his dreams are good ones — maybe even — he is a part of it. Peaceful and soft, his lover like a flower about to close itself as the sun dips the horizon, clinging to the light yet relaxed and serene all at once.

             Soon asphalt gives way to a dirt road, but Kuai does not awaken, only stirs and turns his head away toward the open window. Vegetation denser — green and lush in stark contrast with the Arctic. More twists and turns, scent of pine and cool water as they cross the bridge onto the island, small but secluded from Annapolis Royal, into further wilderness until the cabin comes into view: wooden logged, one floor but large in their peripheral.

             Hanzo parks the car before a corded bundle of logs; an ax dipped into the large stump. Turns off the car — radio goes completely silent — for a moment he takes in the melody of nature: rustling leaves, waves of the lake at the pier, occasional bird chirping — before he brings his hand upon Kuai’s shoulder gently, calling his name carefully. ❝We’re here.❞

[tidewoken]

12, 16, 23

interview the writer // accepting

12. favorite book?

   Since High School I haven’t read a lot of books. I was reading any chance I got and I miss that. And what books I do are audiobooks I like to listen to before bed. I can’t pick one book to call my favorite but here are a few of my picks. WoW: Stormrage (I swear not just because it has Ysera in it lol), Sword of Shannara and The Witcher books. 

16. ice cream, candy, pie or cookies?

  You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream! Cookies and cream please!

23. anything spooky happen this week?

  Omg, so Idk if its because I’ve been playing phasmophobia a lot and I’m normally a huge weenie when it comes to that stuff. And I swear I heard “You there?” behind me one night. Without my headset in or on and my eyes were glued to my computer because I didn’t want to look behind me ahhhhhh! 

   But I wasn’t too scared as my cat was in the room with me and it made me feel better and no I didn’t see her reaction because I was too scared to look. I mean I normally find cabinet doors open at random times (never slamming shut or anything. Just open) But I have a cat that likes to open them and my dad sometimes forgets to close them BUT there has been times when nether my dad or my cat could have. I just learn to ignore it. But the random voice got me good I was scared T-T 

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          *:･ﾟ⚡┇ Thunder blooms at the horizon — does it not always when the Thunder God pays a visit? By the mountain in the far east, cracks of light in dabble skies, growling, rolling on a wave — but never violent as it reaches ground — when it reaches ground. A soothing drizzle and calming rumble, diamonds on leaves, soft earthy scent…. Akin to a summer’s mizzle, not too hot and not too warm — a little humid yet not uncomfortably so.

            Inside the Hasashi home, cross legged upon the tatami, Raiden sits and waits patiently, his eyes closed in concentration and mild meditation. His aura, calming, seems to radiate across the entire room — but moreso, it is Harumi Hasashi’s aura which seems to settle the entire household. She carries with her the tea tray which she keenly deposits onto the table before she too rests across from the Thunder God — her beauty is remarkably unmatched, her mannerism akin to a tsubaki’s petals, gentle but also contrasted with assurance.

            With a courteous nod, Raiden slips his hands around the warm cup of tea, brings it to his lips — sakura fragrance enveloping him until warmth carries down his throat and settles in his belly. 

            ❝As always, your tea making skills are exceptional, dear Harumi.❞ Another bow of the head as he deposits the ceramic cup on its saucer. ❝And I thank you for the invitation.❞

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          "You have been touched by the blood code. Your encounter was brief and your soul was inevitably freed, but the mark remains even still.” The code told her as much, right in this very moment, as it whispered into her ears. The Kamidogu was what gave him that scar, after all. And it had almost used him to fulfill its own wishes; to consume Earthrealm. But his allies freed him. Long ago, Skarlet would have said he was blessed to have been chosen by the power of the blood code. But now? Her perspective had changed much in the past decade. “You are fortunate to have escaped its influence before it stole your mind completely. It doesn’t like to let go of its toys very easily.”

[sasorikigai]

@ephemeralkryonics​ stabbed Scorpion’s Starter Call!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥|| He’s exploring it anew; he’s armed with a flashlight of memories, as the excavated bones of Shang Tsung’s Palace become as familiar to him as his own - maybe moreso, because he’s only heard the moribund susurrations of looming death, before his spinal cord was detached from his skull as the sun of his spilling warmth and magmatic wrath crippled before the mortal finality of his broken body and shattered mind. Where the most innate betrayal of the concept of his shelter had haunted him anew, in his damnation with a touch of immortality, he would feel twisting pain, as bones cleaved and shattered, fibers of his hardened muscles stretch beyond the threshold of his high pain tolerance and wrung him like a used rag. 

The once-flickering contentment of life extinguished, pulverized and trampled beneath the stampede of powerlessness. Hanzo Hasashi bled and eviscerated for nothing, but will of the mortal, and it was weak and fragile. Now, even with the stigmata of his torment still etched on the expanse of his skin like rippling veins throbbing for life, Scorpion’s will preceded the Sun shining above him, just as bright as the rumble of his flames ablaze, keeping him warm amidst the harrowing hailstorm of the desolate Arctikan tundra. 

The tectonic shifts of the recent past would render him in deep contemplation; if it weren’t for that old wretched vermin of a Sorcerer gone mad towards the indisposed God, then Harumi and Satoshi would have not met their gruesome, tragic deaths, nor all the others he’d remorselessly kill in maddening rampage. Driven by revenge and one-track mind of rendering Sub-Zero into sinew, bone and mangled flesh, Scorpion failed to see the chance he could make. The catalyst he could be when it comes to the Earthrealm’s fate, its future and beyond. With the architect of his suffering long dismantled and eradicated, all Scorpion felt was the hollow abysmal void of emptiness. The biggest pawn that wasn’t sacrificed and left on the battlefield to face all the Kings and Queens. 

Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy, and Scorpion refuses to deal another Lin Kuei to render him into a heap of ground meat. The blood of the innocents already stained his hands more than enough, and his presence bored more of a diplomatic nature, rather than of belligerence. But he will do whatever the damn it takes to see him, light the truth of his misguided vengeance and settle the bad blood. “I demand to speak to Sub-Zero, your Grandmaster,” the beast of the Infernal Demon within cries out, with the tip of the kunai turned downward. The Spectre flashes a Lin Kuei emblem and a stained cloth of former Sub-Zero’s garment, bearing their blood. “I no longer wish to shed further blood between us, for the wretched sorcerer who pinned both clans to extinction is dead. Bring him to me, or you will face the consequences.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥||

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[maximummusesarch]

❝ Deep down, I knew war was coming. ❞ - [ Sub-Zero for Frost ]

✧ BATMAN:  ARKHAM  KNIGHT  PROMPTS.

“But you never quite expected it to be like this, did you, Grand Bastard?”  Frost snarls.

[frstbiitten]

@ephemeralkryonics​ ha dicho: “ you just watch me and follow.” - [ Sub-Zero ]

What did he have in mind this time? They’ve been walking under the shadows in the middle of the night, could be a mission or even training but the expectation was taking the entire place of her mind. Left footsteps on the snow, Frost didn’t question at the moment any sort of his next movements, however, she is only amused as to why he has resolved to bring her with him, is it because she is the right fit to complete the task? Prefers to think about herself in this way rather than a possibility for something less positive.

[fiery-assassin-arc]

@ephemeralkryonics​ liked for a starter 

 “Grandmaster Hanzo said I was to come here to have a chat with you,” Takeda explained, nervous to be near Sub-Zero. He hadn’t seen him since that training exercise, and how he pushed back Outworld’s defenses, since some Emperor thought he’d appease Shinnok through invasion. Now he had to deal with losing one of his clan members through exile, which was unheard of. “How are you, after what happened?”

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We could all use some joy right now…