"Well well, this is new, I do dare say I like the new look." Shen said with
his creepy jester grin. "Maybe you've finally gotten that self righteous
stick out of your ass."
The Kempo Master's face was cold and arrogant, not just his usually dignified pride, but with an egoistic look of one who KNEW for a fact he was deadly. His lips twisted into a fine sneer. "So you're the one everyone was confusing with me..."
Shen bowed. "Of course, I love screwing up your reputation." Somewhere, deep within the part that was still kinda sane, the clone caught the fine difference in Longs attitude, however, he had had a little too much to smoke that night, so he didn't care.
With strides that were enough to shame his animal counter part, Long stepped closer to his red-eyed clone, a slender fingered hand grasping his chin and tipping it so they were eye to eye. He drew a nail over one of the scars, then his eyes flashing with dissatisfaction. "Shows that fool Hajime can mess up even the best of genetic samples..."
"Oh and you're calling your self the best of them ne?" Shen shot back impassively. He refused to let Long get to him, slightly unnerved by hearing something he'd say come from Long.
"Just because I AM the best of them." his fingers pressed a little harder, nails leaving indents in the skin as he drew closer. "You should be afraid little pussy cat...you're only a flawed copy of me...and let me tell you, you are nothing more than a pussy when compared.'
Shen sneered back, "What's gotten into your shirt? Your more arrogant then usual.... Though, I do kinda think your more real like this. And hell no would I ever be afraid of you Longy."
In an almost casual movement, Longs fingers wrapped themselves around the clone's throat and lifted him into the air, cocking his head as he looked at him. "That's Singh Long to you, doppelganger." his eyes had a glacial look of disgust. "That fool...I spent my life building a reputation and it only takes a few years for that bleeding hearted IDIOT to make me look soft"
Shen winced as he felt his feet leave the ground, his hands instinctively prying at the strong fists that held him there. "Ooh.... Interesting, got a split personality thing going there Ne? aaaaalwaaaasy...huff...funn." His voice grew a bit strained, weather from the constriction of his throat, or from fear, neither would he admit to himself.
"Split personalities..." the Chinese man murmured, his grip not wavered as he perused this. "Keep in mind, I am the REAL Singh Long. Still...I have to wonder what that scholar did..." he drifted off.
"Oh, all sorts of annoying things, mostly whining." Shen tossed off casually, prying at the hands around his throat, after all, he was not without a sense of self-preservation.
"Hm..." He tossed the clone to the side and strode toward a pool formed by rocks. Gazing into the water, he ran a finger over his cheek, frowning as he noticed he looked older, more lines of worry and fatigue lining his features
Shen glared at him, regaining his footing. He paused for a moment, sides warring on weather to run or to drive this new creature he saw before him. Tough choice, There was something too much like him on his worst days that came out in this new side of Long, and Shen didn't like it, not one bit. Calling upon all his cat-gifted gracefulness, he proceeded to try and make a quiet exit, and looked for a place to watch and learn.
"Ugh...There is some serious need for a vacation..." he turned away from the pool and shot a piercing glance at Shenlong. "Oh don't go now, the fun's just beginning.'
"You sound like me when you say that." Shen huffed, if there was one thing in the world that he hated (other then bushuzima) was when he or Long were acting alike, even though he did it sometimes to annoy the other man. He wanted himself, not a reflection.
The Kempo Master's face was cold and arrogant, not just his usually dignified pride, but with an egoistic look of one who KNEW for a fact he was deadly. His lips twisted into a fine sneer. "So you're the one everyone was confusing with me..."
Shen bowed. "Of course, I love screwing up your reputation." Somewhere, deep within the part that was still kinda sane, the clone caught the fine difference in Longs attitude, however, he had had a little too much to smoke that night, so he didn't care.
With strides that were enough to shame his animal counter part, Long stepped closer to his red-eyed clone, a slender fingered hand grasping his chin and tipping it so they were eye to eye. He drew a nail over one of the scars, then his eyes flashing with dissatisfaction. "Shows that fool Hajime can mess up even the best of genetic samples..."
"Oh and you're calling your self the best of them ne?" Shen shot back impassively. He refused to let Long get to him, slightly unnerved by hearing something he'd say come from Long.
"Just because I AM the best of them." his fingers pressed a little harder, nails leaving indents in the skin as he drew closer. "You should be afraid little pussy cat...you're only a flawed copy of me...and let me tell you, you are nothing more than a pussy when compared.'
Shen sneered back, "What's gotten into your shirt? Your more arrogant then usual.... Though, I do kinda think your more real like this. And hell no would I ever be afraid of you Longy."
In an almost casual movement, Longs fingers wrapped themselves around the clone's throat and lifted him into the air, cocking his head as he looked at him. "That's Singh Long to you, doppelganger." his eyes had a glacial look of disgust. "That fool...I spent my life building a reputation and it only takes a few years for that bleeding hearted IDIOT to make me look soft"
Shen winced as he felt his feet leave the ground, his hands instinctively prying at the strong fists that held him there. "Ooh.... Interesting, got a split personality thing going there Ne? aaaaalwaaaasy...huff...funn." His voice grew a bit strained, weather from the constriction of his throat, or from fear, neither would he admit to himself.
"Split personalities..." the Chinese man murmured, his grip not wavered as he perused this. "Keep in mind, I am the REAL Singh Long. Still...I have to wonder what that scholar did..." he drifted off.
"Oh, all sorts of annoying things, mostly whining." Shen tossed off casually, prying at the hands around his throat, after all, he was not without a sense of self-preservation.
"Hm..." He tossed the clone to the side and strode toward a pool formed by rocks. Gazing into the water, he ran a finger over his cheek, frowning as he noticed he looked older, more lines of worry and fatigue lining his features
Shen glared at him, regaining his footing. He paused for a moment, sides warring on weather to run or to drive this new creature he saw before him. Tough choice, There was something too much like him on his worst days that came out in this new side of Long, and Shen didn't like it, not one bit. Calling upon all his cat-gifted gracefulness, he proceeded to try and make a quiet exit, and looked for a place to watch and learn.
"Ugh...There is some serious need for a vacation..." he turned away from the pool and shot a piercing glance at Shenlong. "Oh don't go now, the fun's just beginning.'
"You sound like me when you say that." Shen huffed, if there was one thing in the world that he hated (other then bushuzima) was when he or Long were acting alike, even though he did it sometimes to annoy the other man. He wanted himself, not a reflection.
