Shang Tsung has been revitalized, reinvigorated. Which meant something unknown. He felt himself more malnourished, a new person yet could still possess the same old mistakes. Kalliste found it slightly overwhelming as she was very used to his older and ancient self. Now revitalized as a younger adult man.
It had been announced that a new tournament would commence. To which the Emperor had offered. A single tournament, to replace the current system of ten. It was to be held in Outworld, to which the Earthrealmers had to participate in. At least it was closer to home. Last night, it was said that Shang Tsung had met with the Earthrealm's protector, regarding him of the new event to which he provoked them into summoning his Tarkatan war amongst them.
Seems as though the Emperor would not give up so easily, finding new ways for Outworld to win. Eager to absorb and rule Earthrealm.
After the attack on the Earthrealmers forcing them to part take in the new tournament; everyone in Outworld prepared once more. And this time, Kalliste hoped she would participate more this time. And maybe seek something more with another.
Kalliste occupied herself aside Shao Kahn, where Kollector did as well; always the Emperor's lackey. A group of Tarkatans stood in front of Shao Kahn, a Shokan warrior named Goro approached him, giving him a Ying and Yang amulet of some sort. Kalliste peered beside Kollector who to her surprise was eyeing the amulet as well. Shao Kahn examined it as he placed it back into the Shokan's hand. Off into the sidelines, a couple of unlikely visitors had arrived. They seemed familiar, but of course, upon further inspection, it was the Earthrrealmers. The Thundergod, a man with metal arms and that obnoxious actor. One of them stepped further into the throne room. Taking in Shang Tsung's attention.
"Ah, the Earthrealm's delegation has arrived." Shang Tsung announces. "And we have a volunteer for First Kombat!"
The man with the metal arms stopped. "What?" He says confused. It looks like he didn't know what he was getting into.
"The tournament will begin!" Shao Kahn declares. The group of Tarkatans cheer in excitement. "Jackson Briggs! You will face... Baraka!" Shang Tsung states. Looks like the most important Tarkatan warrior was this Baraka fellow. He looked just the same as his other kind. They all had these ferocious teeth, somewhat ugly and brutal looking. They sort of looked like what a Shokan and Tarkatan would be as a Nakadan due to their visible bones - minus the teeth.
Baraka equipped his blade from underneath his skin. The human and the Taraktan ready themselves. Stances of upcoming violence. This will be entertainment for the Kahn. "Damn you ugly." The human mocks.
"My blade will find your heart!" Baraka sneers bitterly.
(Insert playable fight.)
"You shouldn't be runnin' with those." As the battle between them ended. The human deems victorious in his battle. He faces Shang Tsung, pointing at him directly. "Where's Sonya?"
"Tell me, Major Briggs... Do you and she do anything other than rescue one another?" Shang Tsung replies in a mocking tone.
"Your next opponent will be- What is it?" Reptile suddenly closes in on him, getting his attention. Whispering something unknown and possibly interesting as it seems. Shang Tsung's face lights up. "Excellent."
"It seems I have a pressing matter to attend to. With the emperor's permission, we will reconvene later." He faces the Kahn and Shao Kahn gestures him an okay to pause this tournament for now. The fight was enjoyable at the least. Although, what was the constant victory with the Earthrealmers? What type of luck did they always have with them that always reign them triumphant?
Everyone begins to disperse. Leaving the throne room at once, even the emperor. Kalliste began to grow curiosity on this certain matter that Shang Tsung had to attend to. But she quickly brushed off that thought and began heading for the training room. She felt stiff and untethered. Longing for some movement since this morning.
A shove, a kick, and a force of violence came rushing from her every throw. Kalliste figured she could start experimenting with different types of weapons.
There was this one called; Dragon Naginata. A long pole weapon that was traditionally used in Japan by members of the samurai class. It had a curved blade on its end. It was quite similar to a sword, but not entirely. Kalliste was mostly fond of bladed weapons; daggers, swords, and such. But she felt more intrigued by other weapons she had not seen before.
Her eyes were locked on these two swords. Formerly known as the butterfly sword. Despite the shared and public weapons displayed for training; these butterfly swords just caught the glimpse of Kalliste. The handles were decorated was the body of a dragon. The blade carved in with an interesting imperial design. Although it was a short blade, but it gave an interest.
She gripped tightly onto it, swiping left and right. Imagining it cutting through flesh, slicing throats. Stabbing and eviscerating. She spun, pretending to maneuver like she was in a battle, when suddenly she felt the blade slice against a surface. The color of pale teal was what she saw. The cut which created a bleeding wound. She looked up to the face of Kollector, confused for a moment until she found herself angry.
Backing away abruptly. She grew furious. "WHY DID YOU SNEAK UP ON ME?"She yells intensely. Kollector lays his hand on the cut she laid on him, quite mystified by the delayed pain. Kalliste charges at him in annoyance, beginning to rip her torn sleeve from underneath her jacket. A piece of soft fabric she shredded; she folds it up so that it may become a bit more thicker as she planted it against his stomach where she swiped him. Kollector's hand jerked away from her sudden contact. Kalliste gestures him to hold pressure on the wound. Leaving him to his gash.
She palmed her face in exhaustion and irritation. "What are you doing here..? Shouldn't you be collecting...?" She questioned bitterly. Her eyes shot at him with a dimming glare.
"-Unfortunately, there is no need for collecting for the emperor. The tournament is the Kahn's concern for now..." He snarled in disappointment, continuing to press his hand against his wound.
"You are always appearing out of nowhere. -Do you still find me suspicious? Perhaps there are other ways to fulfill your avarice?" Kalliste turns around, continuing to pour her bitter words into his mind.
"But of course, I subsist to protect Shao Kahn and his rule. -..." His stern words fall to a more faltering tone. "You have remained undeviating for the time being. I know that you possess a lenient trait. -It is a trait that is disreputable here." He continues.
Kalliste rolls her eyes. Once more this agonizing, dubious, and antagonizing aspect conflict between them had always heated up, overflowing with discord.
"Would you have preferred that you keep a bleeding head, get gutted from the Black Dragon? - There is nothing dubious or deplorable about being lenient. It is far better than being a feral, emotionless animal. I don't let my lenient trait spill onto my enemies, Kollector." Kallisteglared at him with her bitter ardent eyes.
She felt herself itching from the mere proximity.
Heat swallowing itself, a clenching feeling of hunger. Constant impulses tightening inside.
That sudden blood-pumping organ of hers just kept pulsating vibrantly.
With her hands, she tightened her fingers against his skin, the fabric seized from her grip. And so without hesitation, she gave in to his odd lips. The fear in her heart dwelled in agony, the type of pain she had never felt from the inside. She felt her face twitch from trepidation. Soothing herself as she continued blooming their unexpected kiss. Hand against his lean chest, the other attempting to grapple onto his other set of arms.
She wanted to keep on going so that maybe his lack of immersive would soon fall into desiring more. But you cannot keep your physical tenderness linger more than ever.
Once she pulled herself from him, feeling her lips bounce from the withdrawal. The type of fear she had never felt once in her life consumed her even more. The heart of hers felt like it was going to shatter from underneath her ribcage.
She backed away in distress, glancing back at Kollector who only engulfed her in his fiery-orange eyes. Her breathing became even more fraught.
What have I done? Why did I do that? What was I thinking?
Questionable words continued to flood her darkening mind.
Finally, she fled the training room.
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