Dimethyltryptamime.
I need to remember that…
AKA copy paste
For reasons…
Idk if it'll come into play in this chapter.
I swear it's real.
I was watching a Top10Memes video when I saw it.
And it reminded me of an OC I haven't named as of writing the intro who is chemical based.
He was inspired by my paintball gun's empty CO2 cartridges.
I was just thinking how it could be used as like a blunt weapon…
Yep. I'm a psychopath.
His name is Argon, which is an element whose name comes from the Greek word for idle. Which is like a word you could use to describe him.
Thanks, Wikipedia!
And then I realized; why the hell would I make an OC who uses and empty cartridge?
That's undeveloped.
Anyone who uses a cartridge and nothing else…
Good luck!
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Argon inspected himself in the mirror.
It was a sin to do so in his culture as his homeland was that of self-proposed saints who were entirely selfless, but he had long since abandoned it in favor of Outworld's culture.
He had blue skin with thin, black lines going in a weblike pattern. Black eyes with no pupils, and spiked white hair.
He put on his helmet, which consisted of a black hood and a silver mask.
The mask was two metal plates welded together to form a wedge, with a tinted glass section so he could see.
Well, he couldn't particularly see. He had no senses without the chemical.
It controlled him. He was a mere vessel. Or perhaps he was the chemical?
Philosophy. How… Intricate.
He'd been practicing false moves in front of the kombatants during training.
However, judging by Baraka's match and the few that followed, so did everyone else.
One move he'd taken an interest in was headbutting, especially since he had the sharp-edged mask.
It was so fun to see the inside of people's heads…
He progressed out of his room and into the courtyard. He was late, and the announcements were about to start.
Sub-Zero's half of the kombatants massed to the left, and Scorpion's massed to the right.
It was clear whose side one was on, because some had modified copies of their original armor turned dark yellow or dark blue, and the courtyard's bricks were now either blue or yellow with a line of black bricks splitting them, parallel. The fighters stood on their respective color.
His own armor was lightened only a few shades from black to the color of bruises.
"Attention! There has been a last minute rule change! We have decided to abandon traditional tournament rules! The tournament will end on this day in two months' time!"
Scorpion picked up the sentence.
"By then, whoever's leader has the most victories will win the tournament. There will be no eliminations if you do not die, but fatalities are still allowed! The only way you leave is through death!"
That was… Intimidating.
The roster was being read. He'd likely get his match later on in the week.
"Argon versus Jubei!"
Argus jolted out of his idleness.
Scorpion muttered Jubei II under his breath, but to Jubei, it seemed not to make much of a difference.
From what Argon recalled, Jubei was one of Scorpion's advisors…?
His memory was terrible.
Jubei sported steel armor, over which were yellow cloths and a cloth yellow face mask. On his back was a katana, and he had several kunai at his belt.
His hair was black, but had subtle hints of red.
His eyes were a fierce light green.
He sized Argon up, and gave an amused "Hm."
Argon smiled under his mask.
"Fight!"
Kunai flew out, three at a time.
Argon had already thrown three chemical pellets that collided with the kunai in midair and dispersed a blue gas that was supposed to paralyze.
The two paused for a moment, contemplating that their attacks had met in midair. Such a rare occurrence marked a worthy opponent for Argon.
Argon was the first to recover, without as much human emotion to stun him. He lunged and kicked Jubei swiftly.
Jubei growled and got into a combat stance.
Argon followed suit.
They circled each other, two tigers ready to pounce.
Someone who matched his own technical prowess was difficult for Argon to process.
He smashed a cartridge on the ground.
Jubei held his breath and pulled his face mask tighter, but then realized it was only smoke.
He got out of the cloud, then threw a single exploding kunai into the cloud.
It blew the smoke away.
Argon's broken body was absent.
Jubei was jumped on from behind, and Argon had him in a headlock, climbing on his back.
Jubei threw Argon off, but then caught him with a spear.
The kunai entering his body wasn't as painful as being used to pull him back towards Jubei, to Argon's surprise.
Nevertheless, he cried out in agony as Jubei backflipped, his flaming foot catching Argon in the chin.
Argon fell to the ground, the rope still attached. Jubei jumped into the air and retracted, bringing Argon up with him, then sent Argon over his head and behind him.
Argon cried out in pain once more.
He got up cautiously.
This time, he would counter.
Jubei drew his sword and raised it, then swirled around and surged forward at the same time.
It wasn't a simple charge, but a slash that covered the entire arena.
Argon ducked it and kicked Jubei in the back, taking another smoke pellet out.
He threw it on the ground, and it released its contents. Jubei was entirely engulfed.
Jubei stood in the center of the ring, sword drawn, nervously looking from left to right for Argon.
He was kicked in the back, and staggered forward to receive a jab to the face.
Jubei was tripped as Argon stuck his leg out behind him.
Argon then stomped on his and punched him in the face.
Jubei was able to get up and into a kneeling position as the smoke cleared.
Argon stood behind him, his blue combat knife poised above his head.
Just as he brought it down, Jubei dissipated in a flash of fire.
Argon stared at where he'd been, puzzled.
From behind, Jubei reappeared and dropkicked him in the back.
Argon's head slammed into the ground.
He rose, disoriented.
"Finish him!"
Jubei stood a gold distance away from him, his spear and sword in his hands.
For the first time in that match he looked afraid.
"I… I can't."
Argon fell to the ground.
That boy would dare steal his honor from him, then not kill him?
But his vision still was hazy, and he was helped up.
He pushed his helpers away angrily.
At least there was still a chance to win…
Sub-Zero offered good money if they won the tournament. Enough to get a lifetime supply of Dimethyltryptamime from Earthrealm.
The chemical was the only thing keeping him alive. It was his only means of breathing outside of his realm.
Too much of it could plunge you into eternal sleep.
As of then it had been injected into him.
Technically, he was sleepwalking… Or sleepfighting.
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Jubei came back to Scorpion's side.
Scorpion seemed disappointed that he hadn't killed Argon, but was proud.
Jubei was his adopted son, named after his first son Jubei who was killed as a child.
"Sub-Zero! Who will you send out?"
Sub-Zero browsed his combatants.
His eyes settled on a woman with neck length red hair and a deep tan, you could tell by her armor, which consisted of gauntlets, a black cropped halter top, a loincloth skirt, and knee high boots that she wasn't your average fighter.
If that wasn't enough, she had two different colored eyes, one gold and one silver.
She had a scimitar on her back.
"Talia!"
She walked calmly to the arena, drawing her scimitar.
Scorpion thought for a moment.
"Drew Cage!"
Instantly, there were people talking all about Johnny Cage's other child, but they were all dismissed by Drew.
Drew himself had "emo" hair which covered an eye. He had a black leather jacket and boots, blue jeans, and a black hooded cape that concealed his features.
For an emo, his skin was surprisingly tanned.
His had a giant Zweihander on his back, which had a strange black root like thing coming from the hilt, and a white eye on the hilt. At his belt hung two pistols.
He walked across from Talia, and drew his Zweihander.
"Fight!"
Talia and Drew stayed still for a moment, expecting the other to attack. A technical versus technical match once more.
Drew took out his gun and fired at Talia awkwardly.
It missed, and Talia ran forward.
She then realized her mistake as Drew ducked and swept her.
It was awkward with technical defensives.
Talia and Drew locked in a close range duel. Talia was far quicker with the scimitar, but if Drew got a hit in his Zweihander would kill her instantly.
Drew growled and a burst of fire came from him.
It blinded Talia, and she staggered back.
He ran at her, and she moved and lightly kicked him in the face.
He swung horizontally, but she did a backflip over his weapon, simultaneously kicking him in the face.
He was getting mad then. He swung vertically, but she spun around with a back kick, staying at the side and making herself a smaller target so the blade wouldn't hit her, but hit the air just behind her.
Drew angrily jumped up into the air, Zweihander over his shoulder.
Talia rolled out of the way as the giant blade smacked into the ground, sending up rocks and making a crater in the ground.
Talia side kicked him, but the Zweihander anchored him.
She raised her scimitar.
Drew realized he wouldn't have time to block with the Zweihander, and in a flash of black light it morphed into two katanas.
He barely blocked the attack, but had another katana to make up for it.
Everyone expected him to stab. He could've ended it right there.
Instead, he went up, on the other side of her scimitar.
The sword was inches from her face.
He maneuvered the blades like scissors to disarm her and then threw the blade off.
She held up her hands in defeat.
He approached her.
"I'm not going to k"-
She drew a dagger from her boot and stabbed him.
He cried out in pain, and she pushed him away.
He fell to his knees.
It wasn't fatal, but it would hurt a lot.
Talia stopped to take a breather while he was down.
—
Sub-Zero sat alongside Scorpion on his throne.
"Interesting… Two technical defensive fighters who don't want to kill one another…"
Scorpion and Sub-Zero made comments and critiques every once in a while.
Scorpion seemed oddly confident.
His man was just stabbed in the stomach.
And the spectators pulling for Drew were nervous as well.
Then, all of a sudden, they cheered.
What was happening? Drew was still down.
He wasn't bleeding anymore.
Had he bandaged himself? No… There were no bandages…
Sub-Zero then realized it. He stood up in anger.
"He has a healing factor?! Dammit!"
Scorpion laughed and patted his friend's shoulder, easing him back down into the seat.
—
Drew ran up and tackled Talia, his body on fire.
She was still up, but barely.
He kicked her back down.
"Finish her!"
"No."
He walked off, without as much as a moment's hesitation.
Servants on the roof pushed a heavy yellow pillar off the top of the building.
It hung by a heavy chain, not touching the ground.
It showed how Talia was defeated, Drew on fire, running towards her.
To the left of it, a pillar hung showing Argon getting dropkicked in the back, and a blurry object in front of him where Jubei teleported from.
Sub-Zero growled. They were not off to a good start…
The matches would resume later. He could have his chance at winning…
He then laughed, because this was what Scorpion would think.
Was he becoming like Hanzo?
They hadn't called each other Hanzo or Kuai since they'd formed the alliance.
That hatred still existed in their hearts, eternally.
The way Sub-Zero saw it, Scorpion had no reason for hatred.
He'd found out Quan Chi was the true killer. And then killed Quan.
But Scorpion had killed Bi-Han before…
And made him into that… Thing, Noob Saibot…
Luckily, Scorpion hadn't gone as far as to enter Noob in the tournament.
The two ninja retired to their rooms.
Sub-Zero locked the door and shut the windows, and opened a secret door.
Unbeknownst to him, Scorpion did the same on the other side of the building.
The room was small, and decorated with furniture.
The place was used for the emperor to hide if there was an invasion.
A chandelier hung from the ceiling. They were underground.
Sitting on the couch was none other than Quan himself.
"Evening, Sub-Zero."
Quan's skin couldn't get any paler, but his eyes were glowing yellow, and his face and body was covered with yellow veins.
"You shall be sent out tonight. Practice."
—
Scorpion spoke to his own wildcard.
"I have a feeling his men will fight with vigor tomorrow. Prepare yourself."
His secret fighter chuckled.
"I can't wait to see the look on Kuai's face…"
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Woo! Suspense!
So, that was that.
It was hard for me to choose who would win in that OC VS OC fight.
I was all enthusiastic, n' then I realized;
Holy crap. Someone's gotta win.
N' so I went back and made them do a different rule thing so neither of them would be in the loser's pool.
N' then I did a deathbattle style examination and saw Drew could use fire in his history.
Your OC hung on by a thread, RedDiEnd!
That was really cool. I look forward to making more OC VS OC fights.
I also realized that Medallion dying in the tournament would be inconsistent.
Since the Shirai Kuei was created and killed after MKX, they would have to all die in the war with Shinook.
So… I'll see about updating those chapters.
I look forward to using Cortez, Cobra, Violet, and Gatto!
Gatto's name translated is The Cat Assassin, lol.
I'm getting like this Takeda armor with a friggin metal jaguar helmet.
So badass… And I'm thinking of tag teaming Cobra and Violet.
They're like a Shirai Ryu tag team. Versus a tag team of Lin Kuei, it would be so cool…
And I'm planning Cortez versus Drew, actually.
See you next chapter!
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