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[voidselfshipp]

I love this sm op this is so fun and cute. I love the lil Liu kang like😐 accurate.

a bit late but- mk1 anniversary yaaay??

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MK2021 Scorpion 

Needless to say, this is the solemn face of a man who materialized Hanzo Hasashi’s suffocated, long-slaughtered dreams to come true. And instead of being veiled beneath the ash-drenched moribundity of eternal despair and deprivation of humanity and happiness, Scorpion now accepts his own unadulterated, revivified Phoenix self as the purified infernal flames burn ablaze, in the sweet exchange of the raison d'être of their existence; to love and to be loved.  

Modern Kuai Liang 

Kuai Liang’s eyes are filled with adoration, instead of terrible emptiness in him, with an indifference that brings the bittersweet beauty of crumbled landscape in him; dead roses, deserted hallways, abandoned buildings, and old crime scene photographs. Ryou Sakai embodies the duality of unyielding strength, while holding tender poignant gleam in the depth of his dark amber eyes. 

SJ verse Fujin 

As the world’s unfettered onslaught of darkness mounts with the proportional strength of resplendent light, and Fujin admires the halcyon immaculacy of the samurai’s exquisite skill to become seamless with the light itself. It’s ethereal and divine, which makes them both unaffected by the evil’s moribund stretch, constantly threatening to consume them, even against their volition. 

Modern Raiden Ishikawa 

Along with Commander Hanzo Hasashi, Ryou Sakai is the only agent of the law whom the Director of Alliances entrusts the most. This is his face when Raiden finally manages Ryou to return as an active field agent at once; in lieu of no other than Hanzo’s mysterious disappearance. 

MK11 AU Satoshi 

Their current situation is not their final destination; linked by the throes of loss, death, and despair, Satoshi looks up to Ryou Sakai, not only as a surrogate son as Hanzo Hasashi appointed Ryou as his godfather, but of the propagated legendary warrior full of magnanimity, mercy, and goodness which Satoshi strives to follow, as he yearns to redeem his father from the wretched fate of being an undead. 

[voidselfshipp]

Thinking of Liu Kang re writing the timeline so raiden,fujin n I have always been together and I didnt get kicked out for not being an ass <3

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[fiery-assassin-arc]

She never liked boats. It sent her into a state of vertigo ever since she was little. Probably due to the heavy rocking of the waters against the fleet. She became ill on the ride before going into the fight made by her sister, and her army that is connected to her thoughts; a note made by Sub-Zero. Sub-Zero. Sub-zero. Raiden. Raiden. After what HE did, not even giving another thought, a terrible, destructive thing blossomed inside of her chest. He had another choice; he could have saved Frost. THERE WAS ALWAYS AN ALTERNATIVE. But the damage is done. She's gone and Iris is alive. Oh how Iris wished she was faster. Enough to speak out the cursed word no and halt her.

Amber irises stared at the sleeping figure laying on the ground, her face at peace. No one was allowed to touch her. Never throw her body into the Sea of Blood or they'll face her wrath. Just like how her Grandmaster did: in the form of almost burning him. Just like the Thunder God will soon witness. Hands, red with blood from digging her nails into her pink flesh, balled into fists as she took notice of his expression: tired, confused. Such a contrast to her rage, heat rolling off her skin like the bloody waves down below. "Don't 'Phoenix' me. You, you knew that there was another choice. There was another way to get rid of the other cyborgs and save her!" Her throat ached from crying, but it didn't stop her from screaming the accusations in his face. "

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          *:･ﾟ⚡┇ The floor vibrates — the walls of the vessel shake. There is a storm brewing above the Sea of Blood. They have a while to go before reaching Kronika’s Keep, and so they will enter the storm shortly. He feels it in his bones, the ozone rising, but it does not hurt: invigorates him instead. What few cyborgs remained on the decks were being thrown overboard and into the endless sea. The toll is heavy. Weighs considerably onto Raiden’s shoulders. So many lives that could have been saved, now broken down.

            He stares into the endlessness, smells the stench of blood from the growing waves below. Lightning flashes at the horizon — and then he senses someone behind him. Staring, jagged pieces at his back. Slowly he turns, his hands clasped behind his back. He looks tired, drained — but so does the fiery haired woman gazing at him with what he suspects is animosity. Confused, he nods at her. Asks: ❝Phoenix…? How can I be of assistance?❞

[brynhildrromantia]

⠀   ⠀⠀ ❝ Hello my name is Sheep ❞ , and this is a quick over view as well as a permanent pinned post with brief information. I have roleplayed Brynhildr for many years, dabble in Norse Mythology regularly - as it is a main source of inspiration spiritually and or otherwise. As well as have continued writing outside of Tumblr in a few other medias, I am here mainly for old friends and to just casually relax and roleplay. I’d like to also note for the time being, my blog is still a wip.

⠀   ⠀⠀▐ ⋮ ⅰ . } I roleplay Brynhildr taking from Fate Grand Order as well as Fate Prototype, depending on which version you want. You need specify, otherwise I will roleplay post Summer event Brynhildr when we see her as a Berserker version. All this means is that her spirit origin is permanently altered, so that in earlier hours she is who she truly use to be, when she were alive. Versus the evening hours, where she is far more volatile. Suffering from her curse, more severely than she was before. If you want to opt out of evening hours Brynhildr at any time, feel free to leave your comment on this pinned post for me to keep in mind!

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Can we learn more details about your take on modern Raiden?

Random Inbox Shenanigans || anonymous || always accepting! 

Raiden Ishikawa is serves as a Director of Alliances (a direct parallel to his canonical position of being a prominent Protector of Earthrealm, for his elemental conception was to serve as the Thunder God who would serve the realm), who oversees numerous factions that protect the Earthrealm; Special Forces and the White Lotus Society being two of the most significant ones he is directly involved in. He shares the same personality with canonical Raiden in regard that he is kind and compassionate, rather approachable and benevolent, yet he could be extremely aloof and impenetrable sometimes, lacking social construct of building relationships; specifically romantic and sexual. 

He has wide and expansive circles of acquaintances, camaraderies, subordinates that utterly respect him not only as the ‘big boss,’ but of an exceedingly and remarkably talented field agent. Raiden, as he had started from the inexperienced agent-in-training, to climb over the ranks, had experienced unparalleled traumas, as the world hurt him in a way he doesn’t intend to recover from, lest he resiliently believes so as he repressed his emotions behind his iron professionalism. Each drop of blood, each pulled muscle, each immeasurable amount of grief still reminds him that he has loved, even the things he does not know, he had loved, and he still loves. 

Although Raiden Ishikawa’s concept of love may not be the socially accepted ones and easily accepted from not only his peers, but mostly his subordinates, including all the connections he has with my other muses (mentioned below), he still goes through all the human emotions, and even when he appears to be unconcerning and aloof at times, with hardened expression of his nonchalance, his exceptional understanding and sympathy towards those who service and sacrifice the public towards the sustenance and survivality of the Earthrealm is nonpareil as an inner welling of reverence and appreciation reflects in the eyes of the man who has suffered in diabolical proportions. Although he has not stepped away from being the most active agent in the field (Hanzo Hasashi takes that title), he often does consult and occasionally accompany Hanzo from the sidelines, offering insight and alternatives. While emotional and sympathetic, Raiden often lets his rationalism and objectivity rule over, 

A direct superior of Commander Hanzo Hasashi, who commands the Tactical Retrieval Unit of the squadron (consider this as a shinobi-related tactical team who are comprised of the most elite in the SF, as they work to retrieve hostages and also protecting valuable artifacts and objects, such as Kamidogu and Shinnok’s Amulet) and employing Special Crime Profiler/Investigator Kuai Liang to not only access the villains’ profiling, but helping Raiden’s subordinates with the intelligence work, as his brother, Dr. Shinjiro Ishikawa, his twin younger brother, is a liaison psychiatrist and a special agent at times, having treated both Hanzo and Kuai at their post toilsome, depressive times, and still serve not only as one of the most closest friends, but someone who will constantly offer guidance, and vice versa. 

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@heamatic​ from (x)

Kara,
           this will be my last communication with you, as I am growing quite weary of these encounters. Please be aware that you are not welcome at the Sky Temple. Your interference has become rather troublesome. I do not know what Great Snax is supposed to be, and I do not understand most of your dialect. If you persist, there will be grave consequences. Return from whence you came, or feel the wrath of the God of Thunder.                                  Raiden.

Dear snack-eyes, god of the loudness that comes with food-fall.

I know you are a minion of the Great Snax, they who are made of a thousand souls, and who sealed our realm. Mother told me it was my destiny, to consume the Great Snax. Once they are gone the darkest of the snacks shall once more be chosen as prey, and the hunts shall be plentiful.

I alone can escape the maze and walk amongst the meat, and I shall persist. If you stand aside I shall not feed from you, and I will accept any prey you may desire to be hunted. If you do not I shall feast upon your eyes.

If my dialect is still difficult for you to understand I can clarify. Let me consume your masters, once they are gone I shall consume those you consider enemies.

It shall be a beneficial arrangements, more so than your current one.

Simply allow me to murder your overlords. I shall do it anyway so you need not feel guilty for it.

I am coming for them.

Kara,          smallest shadow, and carrier of several bloods.

[isthemedia]

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I know I posted this a while back and you can find it through the Kenmac tag....but frick it. 

Here’s a repost (cause I did some editing too) of my KenMac fic based off of Ermac’s tower ending in MKX-along with hints to other tower endings and some mirror-match intro dialogues.  (Title Still Pending) 

Pt1.

They felt...betrayed. They felt used. Anguish swirled in his mind. Rage was starting to swell...how dare he. How dare he...

They struggled to get to their feet. They felt so weak...why didn't he finish them off? Did he want to see them suffer?

What were they to do now? They lost so much of their power to the sorcerer that they wouldn’t be able to defend against him if he found them.  

--

It almost sounded like wailing. A groaning, and heart-wrenching sound. A constant plea to; "save them....save all of them". He was use to the myriad of voices from the souls housed within the ancient sword; but never did he hear them so frantic before. He wondered what could have caused them to act as such. Something must be amiss. Something he was unable to sense. Then the souls, in an almost harsh whisper, said;

"You saved them before..."

Whatever was going on with the possessed sword he wouldn't dare to ponder it any further.

--

They should have never followed that voice, calling out to them. Struggling to escape the labyrinth of the former Outworld ruler...to escape any chance that the sorcerer would return to drain the fleeting hundred souls the still had...

It was then they heard heavy footsteps echoing through the halls. They could hear the remaining souls wailing in terror at the thought of being torn from them. The voices were much louder then before...no that wasn't it; the fact with now only a mere hundred souls the could hear each everyone of them, so clearly now.

One voice, one soul; so certain, so confident told them not to fret. There will be help along the way. That they helped them before, and will again.

Who helped them before? There was no before...

--

It almost felt as if Sento was pulling him along. It yearned to be free of its sheath. He didn't question as to why. Pulling the blade free from the confines, it urged the swordsman head forth. The souls saying he must go to Outworld...they needed his help.

Whoever they were, he couldn't figure it out. There really weren't any allies in Outworld. At least none that he was certain he assisted before.

His lips curled up into a disgusted sneer...he knew this place. He could never forget this feeling...Shao Kahn's fortress. He felt his blood boil more when he was able to sense an energy deep within. How could he be alive? What power did that sorcerer have at his disposal?

Then his anger was quelled when he sensed another force from within the walls. Frantic...confused...he knew he sensed the presence before. He just could not figure where. Sento gave another melodious groan for him to go...and save them.

He moved quickly and stealthy. Highly cautious round each corner. Mind focused and sharp. Waiting...and hoping that the sorcerer's presence would leave. Not out of fear, but for the small fact that his own personal ire with him would distract him from why he was brought here. All the while Sento still repeating; 

"Save them...save them..."

They couldn't spare the energy to allow them to hover about as they once had. They had to be cautious as to how much of their power they could use. It was then they heard it again. Those heavy footsteps, coming closer.

He took his stance...then that soul spoke up once again. Loudly and over the other ninety-nine. They were not to fear. Help has arrived...help has come to set him free.

Around the corner...he stopped. He knew this energy. He did. But...it felt different. Weaker...no not weaker. It felt, incomplete.

“The blind swordsman?” They asked themselves aloud.

Kenshi was nearly besides himself...Ermac was the one he saved before? When had he? There was no way. Sento assured and urged him to help him flee away from Shang Tsung, before the remaining souls would be taken from the sentinel once again.

Kenshi recalled Johnny mentioning that Raiden had brought up receiving visions from the future. Was it possible...Sento knew of what occurred in that alternate timeline?

“Save them...set them free...” was all the ancient sword would respond with.

Pt.2 

It was a few hours of awkward silence that lingered between the two of them. Kenshi didn't expect Ermac to go along as willingly as they did. He shouldn’t question it...but something back in his mind was nagging at him. It wanted him to ask; why exactly Ermac came back here? What purpose was there for them?

“...we were called.”

Kenshi turned his attention to the other, walking alongside him. Not floating as he normally would have,something Kenshi tell just by hearing the other’s footsteps as they trudged through the sand. He was able to hear a tone of...disgust and a bit of reprimanding in the sentinel's voice.

“You were called?” Kenshi asked, giving Ermac the go ahead to explain further.

“It was a voice...it was calling to us many times. We never thought much about it. We could not ignore it though...as much as we wished we had now...”

“...what exactly happened in there Ermac? I can sense a...change I suppose would be the best term for it, with you.”

It was the moment of silence that had the hair on the back of the swordsman's neck stand. That was hesitation. Ermac was hesitating.

“....our creator walks among the living once again.”  

His..creato—a flash of rage flooded Kenshi as the words sunk in. “Tell me...by your creator, you mean-”

“Shang Tsung?” There was a pause. “Yes, we do.”

Kenshi felt the anger boil more. He felt his blood run hot. That sorcerer was alive?! He escaped death once again! That bastard!

“How?” he all but growled.

Again another moment of lingering silence.

“....we are now...a mere one hundred.”

Something ice cold sliced through the heated rage within Kenshi's body. 'Only a mere one hundred....' that bastard Shang Tsung....

--

Kenshi found himself still in awe at how compliant Ermac was being. Allowing themself to be cuffed by several of the Special Forces agents. How they didn't argue when Sonya ordered them to take them to a confinement cell until they knew what to do with them.

He wanted to protest...he didn't know why. But whatever he wanted to say, to keep Ermac besides him just for a few moments longer, were lost before he could open his mouth.

“Why did you bring him here?” Sonya asked Kenshi, he could feel her tension. Her apprehension...and a bubbling sense of anger.

“They needed help Son--”

“They don't need help from us. You do know what they did to Jax?”

Kenshi flinched as images assaulted him from Sonya. How Ermac destroyed Jax's arms.

“I understand, but listen to me.”

“I'll give you once chance to explain, and explain thoroughly.”

Kenshi frowned some as he took his time to explain to Sonya how Sento urged him to go to Outworld. How he came across Ermac....that now, Shang Tsung was once again among the living.

“He used them Sonya. He treated them as nothing more than a back-up plan if things didn't go is way.”

“It still doesn't change his allegiance Kenshi.”

“Do you think Kotal Kahn will just accept that he was used like that? We know he would twist this encounter as some sort of plan to overthrow him.”

Sonya's eye narrowed. “...if I didn't know any better. I would say that you're trying to protect him.”

Kenshi reeled back slightly. Was he? Sonya had a point. He was trying to convince her to keep Ermac in their watch. To make sure that they would be safe from any more harm. And e couldn't figure out why.

Then he heard Sento give a small whisper; “He can help them.....”

“Sonya...how much do you and Johnny know about this...previous time line that Raiden tried to prevent?”

“And what brings this change of subject up?”

Kenshi let the silence linger for a bit, trying his best to chose his words carefully. “Sento seems to be...aware of it.”

--

They sat in silence. Eyes closed in a deep meditation. It was eerie almost; being able to hear the voices so clearly now. It was something that filled them with such dread at first....but soon found some kind of comfort within it. That one soul in particular. The one that seemed so certain and confident. Who said that this was a blessing...that it would make them stronger.

How it would, they couldn't be sure. Their powers felt so drained now. Needing to conserve their energy. Needing to use it sparingly.

“He will help you...he will teach you...as you had taught him once before...”

Ermac couldn't help but feel calmed by the wise soul. Though that didn't stop the feeling of confusion within them as they did not, out of place being here in Earthrealm.

Pt.3

“Hand him over ta Raiden.”

“Jax,” Sonya said with exasperation.

“Or ta the Lin Kuai.”

“Jax,” she said a bit more firmly.

“Better yet, given him ta Hanzo, I'm sure he'd find some use fer him.”

“Jax,” Sonya said with a higher volume.

“Yer not goin' ta buy into this are you? You remember what that guy can do?” Jax stated as his eyes narrowed.

“I haven't, nor am I behind this either; but I trust Kenshi,” she heaved a sigh. “I'm not in favor of this one bit. But he's adamant. Not to mention, we could possible use him to get to Shang Tsung. I doubt he'd leave a job like that unfinished.”

“So yer gonna risk our hides because of something Kenshi said? Listen, I know the guy is smart, and he's a damn good operative too. But this? Come on Sonya...wait where the hell is Kenshi?”

“...he's talking with him right now.”

--

“Shang Tsung will be ready to try and cause a disturbance in Outworld,” Ermac stated, as they and Kenshi sat side by side. Both were meditating, trying to form a connection that Sento and the souls within Ermac insisted was there.

“You sound certain.”

“Shang Tsung, craves power...control....he will not do it alone.”

“Who does he have as is disposal? Unless he takes the side of the resistance, I can't think of any that would aid him.”

“If what Reptile said was true about Mileena...then he wouldn't need any....he'd make his allies.”

“Make them?”

“Within his flesh pits...”

Kenshi sneered slightly. Of course he'd have a back up like that. The sorcerer was around for countless centuries. He'd be prepared for anything.

“...tell us swordsman; why do you try and provide our safety?”

“Because I've been betrayed by Shang Tsung's deception as well,” he answered. It was true...most of it. There was another part to it though. One he could not yet place.

Both turned to the sound of footsteps approaching the containment cell.

--

 “Jax--”

“Listen, I don't care what that fancy sword of yer's is tellin' ya; but there is now way in hell I'm gonna let this freak stay here like we're protectin' him.”

Kenshi felt himself stiffen some. A small bubble of rage starting to form at the tone Jax was using.

“Jax,” he began firmly. “I'm not asking you to trust him. I'm not asking you to protect him. To be honest, I haven't asked you to do anything. You don't need to. I, however, will. There is a new threat to Earthrelam and right now anyone against it I will consider an ally.”

Jax didn't falter at the swordsman's lecture, his glare only intensified. “Alright then, it'll be yer ass on the line if anything happens. Got it?”

“Understood.”

--

Ermac did their best to let the two be. They were not part of their conversation, so there was no need for them to listen in. Even if they were a few steps away. They still couldn't quite understand as to  why Kenshi was trying to help them. But for some reason it just felt right.

When Jax left the two alone once again, they stayed silent for a few moments.

“Sorry you had to see that,” Kenshi began.

“We cannot blame him for his distrust,” Ermac stated, still sensing some anger within the other. “Do not let it distract you.”

Kenshi sighed some; Ermac did indeed have a point, but he felt that the tone that Jax had taken was just a bit too harsh for his liking.

“...we can take you to Shang Tsung's flesh pits. He will surely return there.”

“I'm counting on you Ermac. Do not make me regret it.”

“We will make sure that your trust in us does not go unfounded.”

Kenshi turned to face him, and couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at his lips.  

Pt.4

As grateful as Kenshi was that he and Ermac were not the only ones infiltrating the abandoned fortress; he would have preferred if Jax wasn't one of them who joined. The Major refused to let the sentinel out of his sight for more than a few moments at a time. It concerned him that the sentinel wasn't floating like usual.

Ermac simply stated that it would use energy that they couldn't waste. Sadly, that only had Jax convinced even more that Ermac couldn't be trusted. Why would they need to conserve energy?

“Because Shang Tsung stole all but one hundred of his souls Jax,” Kenshi stated as he passed by.

“Hey! What did I tell you about readin' my mind like that?”

Kenshi didn't respond. He knew it was in bad taste to read others minds without permission, but he felt somewhat justified this time.

“Easy, easy you two,” Johnny said as he held up his hands in a defensive manner, trying to play mediator. “Right now we're against a common threat, let's focus on that first. Alright? And besides; if he does try to pull something it'll be three against one.”

“Somethin' tells me it might be a two on two,” Jax stated as he eyed Kenshi.

“This way,” Ermac called as they lead the way. Taking the route that he had taken when he first heard that voice call to him.

--

“Yeah, alright this will be my nightmare fuel for awhile,” Johnny stated in a nonchalant manner.

Lined up along the walls were rows and rows of Mileena-clones. All in a suspended state.

“This is what you meant by him making his allies?” Kenshi asked Ermac.

“We were unaware as to what was here.”

“You're certain that he will come here?” Kenshi asked Ermac.

“We are very certain.”

--

Johnny let the two talk as he ventured a bit deeper into the flesh pits.

“Don't go touchin' anything!” He heard Jax call after when the Major noticed him walking away.

He just gave a wave acknowledging the warning. Come on, like he was one who needed to be told that.

As he ventured deeper, he couldn't shake the feeling that he were being watched. He knew better than to think it was just paranoia on his end; in a place like this, especially in Outworld, it was never out of the realm of possibility that something was indeed watching you.

Something caught his attention, a slight movement he saw out of the corner of his eye. He swore he saw one of the clones just open their eyes. As soon as he looked over, the eyes were closed.

Alright if he ever needed a sign that it was time to head back, that was it.

Just as he was approaching the other three, he heard it. He stopped in place and tried to focus on it; the somewhat muted whirl.

Of a laser powering up.

--

It happened so fast. He barely dodged it. The unmistakable heat of an all too familiar red laser.

“Well well well, look wot we 'ave here.”

That voice, he knew that voice! The heavy footfalls just helped confirm the suspicion.

“Shang Tsung won't be too pleased if he finds the lot o' ya snoopin' 'round here. But I guess he just won't need to find out now, would he?”

He was sure Sonya captured him. He was locked up in a tiny cell with no light. So how the hell was Kano here?

The sound of crashing glass echoed, and the growling hiss made his skin crawled.

“Look at all the new playma--” the taunt was cut off by a screech as a sword flew past, cleaning slicing off the Mileena-clone left arm.

“You weren't lying when you said he'd make an army,” Kenshi noted as Sento returned to him.

“ 'ey now, ain't fair that it's four on just the two of us,” Kano smirked.

“Alright, really do not like that tone,” Johnny sighed as he made it to his feet.

More glass shattered and the whirring sound...two more this time.

The only thing on the movie star's mind was one simple word.

Fuck.

--

Two more Kano-clones emerged from the darker parts of room. They had to be clones! That was the only explanation! And with them being surrounded by the multiple Mileena duplicates it shouldn’t have been such a shock.

Jax swore as two Mileena's pounced just as one of the Kano's delivered an upper-cut.

Kenshi wasn't faring any better; too many enemies at once. He couldn't let go a Sento for long, his telekinesis only going so far before another would jump him.

Ermac found themselves pinned beneath a bloodthirsty Mileena-clone. Their scuffle having them knock over a table, sending the contents that rested atop clattering to the floor. The clone's nails swiping and clawing at them. They struggled, trying to conjure something to knock the abomination away.

“Pretty little sentinel, you have no purpose here,” the clone hissed and mocked.

One of their hands reached, grasping for anything that could be used to help fend off their attacker. Whatever may have been knocked off the table.

Their hand came into contact with something. A sudden jolt of familiarity rushed through them. That soul yelling to them to grab and swing with all their might.

With hesitation the sentinel did. Cleaving the clone in half with the large axe.

It felt...so right in their hands.

It felt so, familiar.

“It is your weapon.”

Pt.5

They found themselves still somewhat stunned. Hands still gripping onto the large axe. When have they ever used a weapon such as this? Why had it felt so right to use?

They didn’t have time to question it further before another Mileena-clone pounced. They rolled out of the way and tried to right themselves. She lashed out and they blocked with the large handle. Adjusting their grip they swung again, catching and tearing through one of the Mileena-clone hands.

“Wretch!” She shrieked and was about to leap but halted with a sharp gasp.

It took a few moments before Ermac was able to catch sight of the blade, glowing a blue hue and protruding through the clone’s chest. Just as suddenly as it must have appeared, it was pulled out and returned to the waiting hands of its owner.

“Are you alright?” Kenshi asked as he made his way over. He could sense a wave of unease and...confusion?  

“Kenshi, come on let’s get movin’!” Johnny called, as he stepped over one of the downed Kano-clones. “Before something ELSE happens here.”

Kenshi nodded and offered his hand to the still stunned Ermac. There was a moment of hesitation, before they took it.

“Trust him...he will help free you.”

--

The debriefing with Sonya could have gone a bit better, but hey what else could he do? Ermac’s idea of Shang Tsung ‘making his allies’ seemed to be pretty damn possible. Sonya agreed that maybe keeping Ermac on the base might be a good thing after all...maybe.

Speaking of the sentinel, “He's been quiet since we got back here,” Johnny mentioned as he looked over to Kenshi.

“It seems that they confused.”

“Confused? 'bout what?”

Kenshi sighed and turned to face Johnny; a habit Johnny learned that Kenshi did when he needed to have a person’s full attention. “Johnny, I asked Sonya this--”

“That never is a good start.”

“What do you know about the previous timeline, the one Raiden tried to prevent.”

Johnny looked to him; he could feel the sudden tension fill the other. Was it that bad? Would revealing anything cause damage to this one?

The former movie star licked his lips some as he tried to think of the best way to say it. It should have been simple enough to say. We all died.

That's all he needed to say. Though admitting that and stating it aloud proved to be harder than he first thought.

“I understand,” Kenshi stated after the long stretch silence. If Johnny couldn't tell him, then it simply meant he was not to know from him.

“Wait, Kenshi,” the blonde began as he watched the other walk away.

Kenshi didn't reply, didn’t stop, didn’t wait for Johnny to continue. He didn't need to make Johnny at all guilty for not answering. Knowledge like that…

Perhaps it was best not knowing what was in that timeline. Even IF it could answer this, odd familiarity with Ermac.

He sat besides the still slightly stunned sentinel.

“You're quiet...something, bothering you?”

“...we are told, this is our weapon.”

“Your weapon?” Kenshi asked, and Ermac, without hesitation handed him the axe. The weight of it shocked Kenshi, but he let his hand wander over it, trying to picture exactly what it was. “Sorry, but I do not recall you even using an axe, or a weapon in general.”

“We do not recall either. However--” the sentinel trailed off.

“However?” It felt natural...this conversation. Almost too natural.

“It felt right to use it.”

“Well...then maybe you should keep using it?” Kenshi offered as he gave it back to Ermac. “Allow me to help in anyway…”

“We…we accept your offer, swordsman.”

“Kenshi.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Kenshi,” Ermac echoed.

There was just, something about how they said it. It rang in Kenshi’s mind, as if he heard it many times before. As for Ermac…

It felt almost as right to say, as the axe was right to use.

--

Kenshi was amazed to sense the shift in the sentinel's body. He assumed their body was nothing more than something to house the souls within. And while, yes that part was true, he was just shocked as to how their body developed like any other real body.

Ermac's frame was losing that, all too sickly skinniness. He was concerned at first, that he would have seriously hurt the other if he sparred as erratically as he would with Johnny-and he wasn’t even going to consider how he’d spar with Hanzo.

As they worked together, Kenshi could feel those muscles were starting to build. It was indeed a much needed change to help Ermac fight and defend, since their usually means of fighting was now greatly restricted. The sentinel was quick to learn though. And as they continued, Ermac was proving to be a better sparring partner than Johnny.

He too felt some familiarity whenever Ermac would wield the large blade, or would trade blows with him. Almost as if he knew that Ermac was suppose to be skilled with it...skilled in hand-to-hand...

He stopped questioning and trying to get some answers about the former timeline. If he and Ermac were to know about their lives previously, then they shall within time.

It wasn’t the only thing he was noticing.

Johnny seemed to have warmed up to Ermac the easiest. Allowing the sentinel to walk and explore the Special Forces base without his supervision-despite Sonya and Jax’s reprimanding whenever Ermac was caught alone.

The former movie star would take it, but shrug it off as soon as they weren’t watching him. When Kenshi asked him his reasons for doing so. Johnny simply stated that if Ermac wanted to do something, like kill them all, he was pretty sure he would have. The fact he hasn’t, cemented the claim of all but 100 souls being drained from them was enough to convince Johnny.

“Not ta mention,” he continued and looked over to Kenshi. “You’re a pretty good judge of character.”

Kenshi shook his head with a soft chuckle. Indeed very grateful that Johnny was one of the only ones who would take his word. He just hoped that Johnny could help when the others showed up.

He knew Takeda and Jacqui would more than likely side with Jax in this...refusing to accept Ermac. Watch him. Question everything he’d do.

“You are distracted?”

Kenshi snapped from his thoughts, before he turned to the voice, taking a stance. “Forgive me...are you ready to try again?”

“We are still many,” Ermac replied, Kenshi felt his lips quirk up into a half smile.

[voidselfshipp]

[At the Wu Shi Academy]

Jhonny: why is jerico hogging the TV?

Kenshi: Argentina's playing against Colombia in the final match of the american cup.

Jhonnyy: hows it going?

Me,without looking away from the tv: well one of our goals got offsided, we're still 0-0. Oh and the referee is on something- hes defenetly NOT doing his job*

Jhonny: Sheeesh,that sucks. Mind if I join?

Me: not at all,but youre not allowed to say shit of I start screaming. You also cant move.

Jhonny: why???

Me: superstition.

Jhonny: is that why the guys are here?

Me:yup

Jhonny:...fair enough

[Liu Kang + tomas steps in]

Me: could one of you go touch something made out of wood?

Kenshi: isnt it knock on wood?

Me:regional differences.

Tomas,none the wiser: ill go [touches something made of wood]

Me: cool.you cant move now.

Tomas: why?

Liu kang:bad luck

Me:you cant move either,Lord liu kang.

Liu kang,amused: very well

[Martinez Scors a goal]

Me:

Raiden,Kenshi,kung lao,jhonny & tomas:

Liu kang:

《♡》

Moral of the story,if youre watching football(...soccer) with an Argentine,be prepared for a lot of screaming and cussing and weird superstitions.

*: Colombia did multiple fouls + accidentally split the lip of one of Argentina's players,no repercussions happened.

[voidselfshipp]

Me: hmm I wonder what the guys are up to on the storm temple

Liu kang, raiden, fujin and Kung lao:

**doing this reel **

[sasorikigai]

@sonxflight & @bastardsunlight

concept: we’re out with friends, and we can’t stop touching. your hand on my back as your sip your drink. my head on your shoulder as i laugh at a joke. our thighs touch, our hands are tangled together, our shoulders press into one another—it’s unclear where i end and you begin, and that’s how i like it.

[sasorikigai]

@bastardsunlight