Disclaimer: I only own Ramirez (so far). I don't own any of the Tekken
franchise (but I'm working on it) or any it's affiliated partners. I don't
own Namco either. Ikhan and Cassandra can only be used through the
expressed permission of ikhan11 and AndromacheCassandra (that way it sounds
more exclusive for me to use them, but I don't get told off for saying I
own them, which I don't).
AndromacheCassandra: I'm glad you like your character (if you don't like the name Madison, I can use it as an alias). I've decided to centre the story around these three characters and their connections.
"When you said you were hungry. . .I didn't expect this." Cassandra laughed as she tried to see Ramirez over the plate of food. He had gone to the buffet and stacked it elaborately. He looked up from the plate. He had a spicy pork rib in his mouth and a gourmless expression on his face. She had only met him twenty minutes ago but already, there was some weird connection.
"I thollllld youmph I wathhhhhh hungssswy." He grinned with the bone in his mouth. Cassandra just laughed.
"I have no idea what you just said." He took the bone out of his mouth.
"I said 'I told you I was hungry'." He tore off another bone on his plate. "I told you, the food on the plane was like rabbit food, much like you have now."
Cassandra looked down at her plate and prodded the celery stick with her fork.
"I mean, look at that. Leave it long enough and some of that could still grow." He grinned again as he put the bone back in his mouth, chewing on it like a cigar. Cassandra looked at him with an annoyed Har har expression on her face. He had a smug look on his. He took her plate and put some of his food on her plate, making two slightly large portions. "C'mon Cassy. It's not like its gonna jump up and bite you."
She picked up a chicken leg. "Not anymore." She peeled off the skin and was about to take a small bite, just for HIS sake, when a dinner bell tinkled and everyone stood up. All the pro fighters at least. There was Forest Law, Paul Phoenix, Jin Kazama and his girlfriend Ling Xiaoyu, Brian Fury, Anna Williams, her nephew Steve Fox and. . .Nina Williams. Cassandra glared at Nina. She knew, though, that she had to keep her composure, so she just sat quietly.
Some of the newer fighters stood up out of respect. Others, although unsure as to what to do, stayed seated. A man, recognised by everyone as Lee Choalan, entered the middle of the ballroom floor. He wore a violet shirt and white jeans.
"Welcome," he said softly. "Welcome to my humble abode." He laughed at his own joke as he motioned to the marble pillars surrounding everyone. He stopped himself before he looked too embarrassing. "You have all been found worthy to be entered in the tournament. You. . .the chosen few. You have all been brought here to fight for many reasons, the best of which being the ten million dollars prize money. Now. . .to present the man who brought you all here. . ." Two cloaked figures appeared behind Choalan, one the same height, the other one much bigger. They got rid of their cloaks to reveal Heihachi and Kazuya Mishima. Kazuya wore his white trousers, the scar from his father clearly visible on his chest. Heihachi wore a dark blue kimono with ancient style sandals.
"MISHIMA!" Ramirez slammed down his glass, breaking the neck of the flute. He stood up and took off his jacket, revealing to Cassandra, and to anyone else behind him, three scars across his back that mimicked the scars on his face. "YOU'RE MINE! FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HER! I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!"
"I haven't the foggiest idea who you are?" Heihachi said sternly. "But, if you want me, you have to go through the tournament like everybody else."
"No," Kazuya said. "For dishonouring my family name. . .to stay in the tournament. . .you have to go through me!"
Ramirez gave Kazuya the once over. "So be it."
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Well? Another short chapter I'm afraid, but the next one will be longer, I promise. I need more characters, so come on, give me more ideas. Next chapter up soon (I'll probably have this story finished by new year rather than Christmas. Have a good Christmas to all in case I don't see you before then).
AndromacheCassandra: I'm glad you like your character (if you don't like the name Madison, I can use it as an alias). I've decided to centre the story around these three characters and their connections.
"When you said you were hungry. . .I didn't expect this." Cassandra laughed as she tried to see Ramirez over the plate of food. He had gone to the buffet and stacked it elaborately. He looked up from the plate. He had a spicy pork rib in his mouth and a gourmless expression on his face. She had only met him twenty minutes ago but already, there was some weird connection.
"I thollllld youmph I wathhhhhh hungssswy." He grinned with the bone in his mouth. Cassandra just laughed.
"I have no idea what you just said." He took the bone out of his mouth.
"I said 'I told you I was hungry'." He tore off another bone on his plate. "I told you, the food on the plane was like rabbit food, much like you have now."
Cassandra looked down at her plate and prodded the celery stick with her fork.
"I mean, look at that. Leave it long enough and some of that could still grow." He grinned again as he put the bone back in his mouth, chewing on it like a cigar. Cassandra looked at him with an annoyed Har har expression on her face. He had a smug look on his. He took her plate and put some of his food on her plate, making two slightly large portions. "C'mon Cassy. It's not like its gonna jump up and bite you."
She picked up a chicken leg. "Not anymore." She peeled off the skin and was about to take a small bite, just for HIS sake, when a dinner bell tinkled and everyone stood up. All the pro fighters at least. There was Forest Law, Paul Phoenix, Jin Kazama and his girlfriend Ling Xiaoyu, Brian Fury, Anna Williams, her nephew Steve Fox and. . .Nina Williams. Cassandra glared at Nina. She knew, though, that she had to keep her composure, so she just sat quietly.
Some of the newer fighters stood up out of respect. Others, although unsure as to what to do, stayed seated. A man, recognised by everyone as Lee Choalan, entered the middle of the ballroom floor. He wore a violet shirt and white jeans.
"Welcome," he said softly. "Welcome to my humble abode." He laughed at his own joke as he motioned to the marble pillars surrounding everyone. He stopped himself before he looked too embarrassing. "You have all been found worthy to be entered in the tournament. You. . .the chosen few. You have all been brought here to fight for many reasons, the best of which being the ten million dollars prize money. Now. . .to present the man who brought you all here. . ." Two cloaked figures appeared behind Choalan, one the same height, the other one much bigger. They got rid of their cloaks to reveal Heihachi and Kazuya Mishima. Kazuya wore his white trousers, the scar from his father clearly visible on his chest. Heihachi wore a dark blue kimono with ancient style sandals.
"MISHIMA!" Ramirez slammed down his glass, breaking the neck of the flute. He stood up and took off his jacket, revealing to Cassandra, and to anyone else behind him, three scars across his back that mimicked the scars on his face. "YOU'RE MINE! FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HER! I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!"
"I haven't the foggiest idea who you are?" Heihachi said sternly. "But, if you want me, you have to go through the tournament like everybody else."
"No," Kazuya said. "For dishonouring my family name. . .to stay in the tournament. . .you have to go through me!"
Ramirez gave Kazuya the once over. "So be it."
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Well? Another short chapter I'm afraid, but the next one will be longer, I promise. I need more characters, so come on, give me more ideas. Next chapter up soon (I'll probably have this story finished by new year rather than Christmas. Have a good Christmas to all in case I don't see you before then).