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Weiss Schnee
7:13pm, February 26, 2015
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[Delete] | It was the same for all four as they stepped into the judgement chamber It seemed incredibly simple for what it was. Just a small, inornate hall way and a door at the other end. As they crossed to the door, a single phrase was whispered to their minds, one that touched against a deep and personal fear or worry for each. If they continued, the door suddenly swung open once they were close enough, and a memory enveloped them and flashed before their eyes...
((Completely optional for the four aside from Vi (unless she wants to get judged again), otherwise it is just assumed to of happened in the background or waived due to extenuating circumstances)) |
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Scorpion
7:58pm, February 26, 2015
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[Delete] | As Scorpion walked through the doors, he'd hear the phrase of Quan Chi and Scorpion's body began to just shake with pure and utter rage! As the memory began to take form, Scorpion's eyes narrowed. It was him upon his knees, bloodied and his mask torn to shreds as the older of the two Sub-Zero brothers, not the kinder one that had graced the TARDIS, stood over him with a map in hand.
"Death is more honor than you deserve, Shirai Ryu dog." With that Sub-Zero slammed his hand downward and gripped Hanzo's neck yanking him off his knees and into the air as ice began to spread around his neck and as the memory continued to go on and on, flame enveloped Scorpion's hands as Sub-Zero ripped his memory's spine from his body and left his body where it fell. He even took a moment to stop and spit upon the corpse before the memory shifted once more into something that hit closer to home for Scorpion.
It was his wife and young son who wanted to secretly join the Shirai Ryu despite Scorpion's protests. Flames could have been seen spreading from outside of their home and corpses were scattered all around. Scorpion's wife was holding a dagger as the door was pulled open and two boots stepped inside. While at first Scorpion had been lead to believe that the original Sub-Zero had been the one responsible for his clan's murder, he knew full well who it was now. As the moonlight illuminated Quan Chi's pale white skin, he'd raise his hand and stepped forward menacingly towards Scorpion's family and as their cries filled Scorpion's ears, he hit his breaking point. He was fully aware of how he had died and he had gotten his revenge by murdering the older Sub-Zero at the next Mortal Kombat tournament. However, regretting what he had done to the younger Sub-Zero, the wraith secretly watched over the Lin Kuei warrior from the shadows. But for a long time he had been completely clueless to the fate of his family until Quan Chi told him straight out.
Scorpion couldn't look away but even he had a limit to his rage and while this was just a memory and the real Quan Chi, Scorpion didn't care. He wanted to see him dead, dead, DEAD! Drawing his ninjato, Scorpion sought to rush forward to slice the Quan Chi from his memories in half. But the sword would only pass through. "QUAN CHIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" If this had been an exercise to get him enraged and furious for when kombat begin than it had succeeded!
Edited 8:11pm, February 26, 2015 by Scorpion, author. |
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Vi
8:07pm, February 26, 2015
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[Delete] | She didn't need to do it again. She, alone of anyone else that had been aboard the Tardis, had gone through this once already. Her doubts, her worries, her fears given form and put on display. And she had confronted it head on, smashed them all to pieces and buried the very idea of any of them. Buried so far down no one would find them again unless she let them.
She subsequently sauntered down the hall with a cocky as all hell smirk on her face, even as the phantom words echoed in her head. "You'lllllll never be wanted. Neither a complete thief or a proper cop, abandoned by your parents to the cold streets of Piltover...worthless, insignificant, unloved and unliked, you will forever be alone."
She just laughed. To the words, to the images, the memories of her scraping by on the streets. Your parents abandoned you. Your crew ran off rather than help you. Even now, the Sheriff you work for, the one you work with...even to her, you're expendable. A petty outlaw becoming a cowboy cop who puts her life on the line for a city that didn't do a thing for you, constantly living in the shadows of those greater than yoursel--
"Shut the hell up. You can't fool me." She growled, shaking her head and just trying to push it out of mind. "I know who I am. I'm Vi. Partner to a cupcake and proud of it. Now...are we done here? I didn't come here for this."
Edited 8:08pm, February 26, 2015 by Vi, author. |
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Nyreen Kandros
8:54pm, February 26, 2015
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[Delete] | Nyreen pushed the doors open and would find herself face to face with Aria T'Loak. "Stick with me and I'll give you everything you want."
She was back on Omega on the day Aria approached her. After having been ostracised from the military with her emerging biotic abilities Nyreen had begrudgingly left to use her powers for the good of her people.
Drifting from place to place she would have finally ended up on Omega where she met Aria. She helped Nyreen grow and develop her biotic abilities...the price was almost losing her identity, her very being. It had taken a lot for Nyreen to break off from her, but she finally did. "I am my own person!" Nyreen saw herself screaming before her apparition ran off.
She had not let Aria define her then and she would not let her do it now. "Yet I wouldn't have done anything differently..." Nyreen mused to herself before stepping through the projections to what needed to be done to save this world. |
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Yang Xiao Long
10:14pm, February 26, 2015
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[Delete] | "You'll never find her."
That was the only whisper she heard. Short, concise, and to the point.
It was all Yang needed to hear, and it was just enough to make her... smirk. This was nothing new. Using their own thoughts and fears and feelings and worries and doubts to try and psyche 'em out? Now where had she heard that one before? Oh, right, the pleasure cult. And the Devourer. And Hazama's robots. And all that crap with Jack which she wasn't really around for. And back in the Sith temple, that apparition of Blake. Granted, she knew fully well that this wasn't a bad guy trying to inflict said doubt in this instance, but the whole concept was kiiiiiiiiiiinda starting to lose its impact now that they'd faced it a dozen times before. Everywhere they went, someone trying to pluck on their heartstrings and manipulate their inner turmoil into paranoia weapons against them and crumble their confidence, oh no!
Yawn.
So that was nothing. She didn't break her confident sashay down the hall, didn't break her smirk, didn't blink, didn't lash out in response, didn't so much as double-take. Basically, she no-sold harder than John Cena on Sunday nights.
Then came the memory. And of course, it would be this one. It was the perfect juxtaposition of her two deepest, darkest fears, after all, the longstanding fear of failing her duties as a big sister and the anxiety that came with the constant search for a mother who, for whatever reason, decided to skip out on her. Probably one of the worst memories of her life, right up there along with being in hell, dying (her player was a massive twat), taking the news of what had happened to her other mother and walking in on... what had happened after the Shrike attacked the Tardis in that simulation thingy.
The wind whipped her twin pigtails like miniature candleflames so vicious was its flow, Yang finally coming to a halt and trundling the wagon she pulled behind her to a stop as well as she panted in exhaustion, skin bruised and scratched in a bajillion different places and clothes tattered rags. She paused only to glance behind her at the sleeping toddler curled up inside the wagon, gaze lingering for as long as it took to make sure her breathing, her posture and her warm clothes were all A-OK before turning to start moving again determinedly, pressing on for the black, ramshackle barn that loomed in the clearing ahead--
... She hated this memory, but at the same time... it was a part of her. She needed that to happen, needed the consequences that could've come to pass that day to act as a constant weight keeping her from charging half-cocked into the search for her mom. She wasn't about to give up looking for her, and she didn't need to stop.
She just needed to slow down. Before she got herself, and the people she cared about, hurt.
"... thanks for reminding me how awesome and mature and responsible I am!" was all she said in the end, striding right on ahead with more swagger than she had been before. |
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Feng Bu
3:01am, February 27, 2015
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[Delete] | "All that awaits you... is failure." An ethereal voice sang, on repeat.
The mocking crowing reached his ears, inundating his very being. So it seemed. It hadn't.
His expression never shifted, neither did his demeanor, as he advanced down the hall's way. So the game afoot was to toy with the emotions and thoughts of those undertaking the trial? To expunge their deepest fears and worries? To utilize against them? What a farce. True, he never revealed his own insecurities, fears to any other. Not even his own partner. Because that was not the way, his way. He would shoulder his own burdens, his own fears, his own insecurities, his own worries and more. All those would be held on high upon his very shoulders, by the strength of his back. A melting pot of negativity, stewing internally, surely many a hunter and huntress had these. And from it, they drew strength and courage. Just as did Feng Bu. They merely existed for one reason.
To be overcome. Overwhelmed.
The game played, unfolded before him, shifting eerie shadows into visages that represented his fears, his insecurities. Loss; the death of companions and family. Littered, bloodied corpses of slain acquaintances and relatives, amid darkness as it panned out.
He advanced yet further.
The visages took on a different form altogether, accentuating by sounds of soft chuckling as silhouettes formed in the darkness, white outlines with features rendering slowly. A symbol hoisted on high in the background. Completion came to full, with the lighting of a cigar. The fear of corruption, his being converted and taken into the darkness.
He surged forward, into the visage of Roman Torchwick, shattering it completely into ethereal dust...
Before it reformed once more, and seemingly in defiant desperation, rendered the hall completely different from before. Home; Remnant; Vale. Beacon. The academy, it was all destroyed, engulfed in flame and moving black. The grimm overtook the bastion of humanity, and bore destruction everywhere they went, corpses of students pocked with distinctive wounds aside claw and bite marks. The distortion of varying words and sounds lingered in the background. "n e v e r m o r e." The visions shifted from this to faunus clad in white and hidden behind masks slaughtering innocents in the name of a great cause. "White Fang!!!" Then came the simple scenario of the grimm finally successful in their question to eradicate the last of man, planet Earth covered in black. The fear of failing to uphold the promise he adhered with all his being: to protect.
He never broke his stride, unflinching as he reached the hall's end; the illusion shattered in the background.
He was a Bu, he would not err from the set path he'd forged for himself. He would never, lest in doing so would constitute his failure.
He would see it to its end.
Edited 3:03am, February 27, 2015 by Feng Bu, author. |
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