Mwana of Baraka

Dual Mk OC RP blog Of Millikan & Djimon. semi-selective and crossover friendly. Rules

[millikan-tarkatanson]

resurrectiio​:

━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・ﾟ Struggling to contain the rising anger in their chest, Onaga perused the damage done to their precious keepsake. A final parting gift from Varanus, who had been deceased for several moons now. The item was sacred and sentimental to them and now it was in tatters. Of course repairing it would be swift and without burden but that was far from the point…Millikan should have never had his hands on the item to begin with. Most important of all, he should have never entered their study unsupervised. He knew better than that as he had been told more than once.

❝ I have warned you, time and time again have I not!? ❞ They all but screamed the words and lifted him easily off the ground. In the midst of their rage and heartbreak the dragon failed to account for the tears currently filling their eyes, threatening to spill over at any given moment. ❝ You are not to enter these chambers and you are certainly not permitted to gnaw and chew on my personal belongings! ❞

Their next actions transpired so quickly that even they struggled to understand them. The arm holding Millikan was thrown backwards, sending the young tark soaring through the air and crashing onto a nearby lounging sofa. Onaga followed soon after, eyes burning with an intense rage. ❝ Look at what you have done! Desecrated the final gift left to me by your own grandfather! Are you proud now, satisfied now!? ❞ The emotion grew stronger and stronger, so much so that the dragon failed to realize their tears had fallen, forming two twin streams cascading down their face. 

Millikan let out whine of pure fear as he was lifted, hearing the anger in his mother voice combined with the rage in her eyes made his blood run cold. He was dead, done...might as well kiss life goodbye at this point. Then he noticed wetness in her eyes, was she....crying? On top of fear he was confused, lost as to what was happening. Before his little mind could process a response he was sent flying through the air, flailing wildly as he flew and crashed into a sofa. The sofa fell over as he collided with the back, tumbling across the floor.

He scrambled on all fours, his golden eyes wide as he saw Onaga stalking towards him. Her words sounding like a garbled mess as his brain was rattling around in his head from the throw. “Wha...Mama...Im sorry.” he whines, barely getting the words out as scurried backwards like mutt with its tail tucked between legs. He was confused as to what he did wrong and scared to death. 

[millikan-tarkatanson]

The worse stage for a baby is teething, for a tarkatan it never really goes away. As they age it just comes back in spurts, the ache in the gums with the urge to chew on things can last for seconds or hours. Time shorten as they age but its the worse for a child from age 3 up to 13.

For 11 year old Millikan, it was a pain for anyone who wasn’t quick enough to grab a peice of wood or object for the young tark to chew before they end up becoming a chew toy them selves. 7 servants have lost a limb to the mouthing tark on a rampage. With another teething spurt Millikan search for something to chew on had led him to a cabinet in his mother study.

Without much thought as to why the cabinet had a glass door or the fact that the item he grabbed had etchings on it. Millkan grabbed what he assumed was just an old staff, sat down on the floor and started to gnaw on the head of it like a dog with a bone.

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[resurrectiio]

━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・ﾟIt had been a rather egregious day for the Empress: more unrest had ignited between rival clans, several nobles had been charged with conspiracy and a dear friend had departed to return to his people. Such a horrific day called for several glasses of wine and a long soak in a warm, bubble laden bath. However before the dragon ordered their bath drawn and wine brought to their quarters they sought out a certain comfort, an old walking cane that had been gifted to them by Varanus after his final passing.

His voice had called to them not too long ago and a flare of aching grief settled where frustrated anger should have been placed. Onaga moved swiftly through the palace in an effort to reunite with the one object that could mend the old wounds now torn open, but found a most infuriating sight awaiting them upon entering their study.

Initially warmth settled upon their already worn heart upon spotting Millikan sitting amidst their possessions, but the warmth soon increased to a raging blaze upon realizing what he had done. Not only had he disturbed the casing that held Varanus’ walking cane but he had the treasure between his maw, gnawing on it as if it were a toy. Onaga knew the pup had been teething ( complaints from the servants had soared when the process began ) but this was WHOLLY UNACCEPTABLE.

Approaching him silently, the dragon gripped his pointed ear with a grip even they knew would be agonizing. Hoisting him up, they snatched the cane from his grip and met his gaze with a fury filled stare. ❝ What in blazes do you think you are doing? ❞ They inquired, the coolness of their tone betraying the obvious anger present in their expression.

[millikan-tarkatanson]

Millikan was oblivious to his surroundings as his main focus was getting rid of the ache in his gums. His sharp teeth dug into the wood, tearing and splintering it with each bite. The taste of it was a mix of cherry wood and something else, something oddly familiar in both taste and smell. He just couldn't remember from where but it was faint. He paused momentarily to spit out a large chunk of wood to the floor. Golden eyes examined the rest of the staff, squinting as he couldnt make out the etchings that was in a strange text he never read before.

Shrugging he starts biting down on the middle, purring as this part of the staff seemed to be a bit softer then the top. He was so lost in his chewing that he ignored his other senses telling him something was wrong. And then he felt it on his ear, a grab that was so sharp and quick that it forced a silent scream from his maw.

The cane was snatched and he found himself face to face with his mother who looked ready to kill him with the look alone. He just stared with his maw hanging open, eyes watering from the grip on his ear. He couldnt say a word...just scared speechless.

[millikan-tarkatanson]

The worse stage for a baby is teething, for a tarkatan it never really goes away. As they age it just comes back in spurts, the ache in the gums with the urge to chew on things can last for seconds or hours. Time shorten as they age but its the worse for a child from age 3 up to 13.

For 11 year old Millikan, it was a pain for anyone who wasn't quick enough to grab a peice of wood or object for the young tark to chew before they end up becoming a chew toy them selves. 7 servants have lost a limb to the mouthing tark on a rampage. With another teething spurt Millikan search for something to chew on had led him to a cabinet in his mother study.

Without much thought as to why the cabinet had a glass door or the fact that the item he grabbed had etchings on it. Millkan grabbed what he assumed was just an old staff, sat down on the floor and started to gnaw on the head of it like a dog with a bone.

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[millikan-tarkatanson]

resurrectiio​:

━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・ﾟ A breath of annoyance slipped from the Empress as Millikan bolted up, severing their concentration and forcing them both to make eye contact. His eyes were filled with pleading but Onaga would not be moved so easily. Telling him the horrific story would not solve a thing, in fact it would only breed more issues and they would not make a habit of him sleeping in her bed. The Empress suspected his sudden bravado stemmed from the powder currently mulling his mind.

❝ No. ❞ Onaga stated, gazing into his eyes with a firm frown. Gently, they guided him back into their arms so they could resume the work of braiding his hair. ❝ I know you do not like it when I keep things from you, but this is solely for your protection Millikan. The story would only upset you, not help you…and the fact that you do not know what happened is a blessing in disguise, I assure you. ❞

  Her refusal drew a growl of annoyance from the young tark. Huffing as she pulled him back into her embrace. To think seconds ago he enjoyed the closeness and now he just wanted to pull away from her. Millikan felt hurt, betrayed about her blatant refusal to tell him. Sure he was still a child, and probably stay child in Onaga eyes for a long time. 

“Hiding the truth is a lot worse.” Millikan muttered under his breath. 

[millikan-tarkatanson]

resurrectiio​:

━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・ﾟ A sharp pain struck the dragon like a knife in the chest. The Empress refused to cast her gaze downward, knowing that the young tark was gazing up at them with hopeful and curious eyes. How was she to tell them the terrible fates of not only Baraka but Mileena as well? How were they to explain to Millikan that his father had been grotesquely mutilated almost beyond recognition or that his mother had been devoured alive? No they couldn’t do that…they wouldn’t.

Onaga maintained their focus on the current braid between their fingers. ❝ That is not a story for me to tell and even if it were I doubt that you would want to hear it. It is especially not a tale for tonight given how you’ve already been woken from your slumber by nightmares. ❞ They explained, refusing to meet the prince’s gaze.

   Why won’t she look at him? Its as if his very question was one of the hardest thing she ever had to answer. It was obvious to him that she wanted to avoid the topic altogether, her answer only draw more curiosity. “But you do know what happened to them?” Millikan sat up, his hair pulled from her grasp as he looked her square in eyes with pleading look. 

“I’m not scared, I want to know.” Maybe it was the powders that gave him a sense of fearlessness, or the nagging feel of something being hidden from him. “ I just want to know what happened to them. Maybe if you tell me, if I know what happened...the truth...could probably help.” He wasn’t sure what he was saying at this point. “Please Naga.”

[millikan-tarkatanson]

Continued From Here

White eyes peered at the scar on the bridge of his lover nose. It was odd seeing that was the only scar he had while the rest of his perfect body was flawless, not a single bump of scratch in place. A thought crossed his mind about marking him, a small bite on the shoulder or somewhere more hidden. That would only happen if Gami gave him permission to do so. Something to keep in mind for later. 

“I was hoping you can make me some of those sandwiches again...without Nyati this time.” Djimon sounded amused at the end of his sentence. The memory from the night still fresh. 

@flavoredcurlstm​

[millikan-tarkatanson]

chxxseyourfighter​:

“His son? Well I’ll be damned.”  A very unexpected piece of news, indeed.  Nothing against Baraka or anything like that Johnny just…knew how the guy looked.  But then again, perhaps the man was a lot greater in looks my Outworld and Tarkatan standards.  “Never knew he had a kid, well nice to meet you then.  I’m Johnny Cage, Earthrealm;s finest, and greatest fighter and movie star.”  

Now it was time to get down to business, seems they were here to at least attempt to agree on terms, one way or another both realms had to agree on the best ways of moving forward.  “Shall we get started?” 

Johnny Cage the actor, now it all made see as to why his father was so insistent on him attending the meeting in his place. Millikan had nothing against the actor, having seen a few of his movies with Idi who was a fan. Millikan wasn’t all on board with it but he can see the appeal behind it. And as clear as day he can see that the guy ego was bigger then his head. 

“My old man didn’t tell me what this meeting was exactly about, just have to do with interrealm laws and such.” Millikan shrugged, he was just here to be here. 

[millikan-tarkatanson]

resurrectiio​:

━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・ﾟ ❝ Wonderful, that means the powders are working. ❞ Onaga informed the young tark, smiling at the sound of his purr. Amusement bubbled inside their chest, having noticed the soothing calm that had overtook his anxiety. The dragon pondered having a spoonful or two for themselves, but that would have to wait until Millikan had returned to sleep, if he ever managed to. ❝ Now, just lie still and take deep breaths. ❞

With a tranquil silence filling the moonlit chamber, Onaga took the time to braid the hybrid’s soft dark hair. The trait was likely inherited from his mother as male tarkatans were typically hairless, much like his father. What a waste… The Empress thought as they reminisced in silence. Baraka had been a unique breed of warrior, loyal and always prepared to shed blood. His death was utterly pointless and only served to fuel the civil war…Onaga would resurrect him, if not for the knowledge that Millikan he would demand they do the same for his mother which would only be problematic. Mileena was much like Shao and Onaga would hate to revive his sires only to be forced to kill them again.

   Millikan hummed, closing his eyes as he felt like drifting off into a slumber. Not just yet, a part of him still worried that as soon as he goes back to sleep that nightmare would return. Or as soon as he fell asleep Onaga would go away, he just didn’t want to be alone at the moment. The powders helped him relax, his mind clear of any dreaded thought which of course made room for other curious inquiries. 

“Do you know what happened to them?” Millikan asked, lifting his head to look at Onaga face. “I can’t remember them because i was a baby, the memory is vague. I just wonder if you know what happened to them before you found me?” 

[chxxseyourfighter]

@millikan-tarkatanson​ Get’s found out!!

As much as he might not have wanted to be here…he had to be.  Direct orders from the General herself.  If Earthrelam and Outworld were going to make this new relationship work then everyone had to at least be on the same page.  So as a way to build at least one bridge between them a meeting was set up.  Supposedly Johnny was going to be meeting with a fellow Tarkatan, he had assumed it be Baraka…since he was usually the one on the front lines for them.  Yet apparently those expectations were shot down when someone else came in.  “You know for a while I thought I was gonna be meeting with a Tarkatan named Baraka….but I know that that man does not  have a single strand of hair on his head.  So you his replacement?”   

[millikan-tarkatanson]

“Yeah he couldn’t make it so he sent me in his place.” Millikan wasn’t to thrilled to be here. One moment he was just resting in the un, next his father gave him the order to attend this interrealm meeting set up in the palace courtyards. why he couldn’t go himself was a question left unanswered. Millikan was not against meeting new people though a few whispers were spread about this particular one being a ‘nuisance’. 

“I’m Millikan, his son.” 

[duskstalkra]

MILLIKAN.

“Let me have a look, just tell me where you need to go.” Millikan held his right hand out towards the woman. “Oh the name Millikan by the way.”

think    of    a    lie    and    think    of    it    quick.    harper    can’t    just    let    anyone    know    her    destination,    if    she    were    to    get    caught,    she’d    be    on    her    own.    that    never    ends    well    for    anyone.    she    scans    the    map,    and    picks    out    her    fake    destination.    it    would    at    the    very    least    get    her    closer    to    where    she    wanted    to    be.    

she    smiles,    admittedly    in    a    very    strained    manor.    “uh,    erin…    krantz.    thanks.”    harper    may    be    good    at    forgery    but    she    sure    as    hell    isn’t    a    good    liar.

[millikan-tarkatanson]

Millikan gave her a look that showed he wasn’t 100% believing her but he wouldn’t press it. She could be on the right and risking her life for this encounter alone. Looking at the spot she pointed out on the map he easily spots the best route towards her destination.

“You got a pencil or something i can use to draw a route or would you like an escort?” 

[millikan-tarkatanson]

bold what your muse can do.    italicize for something they can do to some extent

bake a cake from scratch  / ride a horse /  drive a submarine  / speak a second language /  dance /  catch a fish /  play an instrument  / throw a punch  /  ice skate  /  unclog a drain  /  program a computer /  change a flat tire / cart wheel / fire a gun / sew /  juggle  / play poker / paint  /  fly a kite  /  sculpt  / write poetry  /  change a diaper /  sing  / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike  / swim  / sail a boat /  do a back flip  /  play chess /  give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms /  use chopsticks  /  write in cursive /  use an electric drill / braid hair /  make a campfire /  make a mixed drink /  do sudoku puzzles  /  wrap a gift  /  give a good massage /   jump-start a car /  roll their tongue  /  do magic tricks  / do yoga / tie a tie or cravat /  skip a rock /  shuffle a deck of cards / read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane /  train a dog/cat  / fix a car /  apologize / write a business letter / write in a second language /  say the alphabet backwards  /  read music  / cook complex meals  /  change oil /  paint nails /  draw  /  socialize  / march  / take apart a gun /  drive a rig /  operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem / basic first-aid  / draw blood / put out a fire

bake a cake from scratch  / ride a horse /  drive a submarine  / speak a second language / dance /  catch a fish /  play an instrument / throw a punch  /  ice skate  /  unclog a drain  /  program a computer /  change a flat tire / cart wheel / fire a gun / sew / juggle  / play poker / paint  /  fly a kite  /  sculpt  / write poetry  /  change a diaper /  sing  / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike  / swim  / sail a boat /  do a back flip  /  play chess /  give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms /  use chopsticks  /  write in cursive /  use an electric drill / braid hair /  make a campfire /  make a mixed drink /  do sudoku puzzles  /  wrap a gift  /  give a good massage /   jump-start a car /  roll their tongue  /  do magic tricks  / do yoga / tie a tie or cravat /  skip a rock /  shuffle a deck of cards / read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane /  train a dog/cat  / fix a car / apologize / write a business letter / write in a second language / say the alphabet backwards  /  read music  / cook complex meals  /  change oil /  paint nails /  draw  / socialize  / march  / take apart a gun /  drive a rig /  operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem / basic first-aid  / draw blood / put out a fire

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[millikan-tarkatanson]

resurrectiio​:

━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・ﾟOnaga nodded as he accepted the spoonful, doing away with it by placing it on the nearby stand. Sated, the dragon laid back against the barrier of soft pillows and pulled the tarkatan into her arms. While her claws traveled through his onyx mane, careful not to scratch too roughly lest they break skin, a soft tune began vibrating in their throat. An old hunting song that Varanus used to sing to calm her as a hatchling. 

How strange it was, to lie in bed comforting a child of their enemy…one they had claimed as their own and even hoped to raise in his parents’ stead. Jade eyes traveled to the child in their arms and soon Onaga found themselves leaning down, placing a tender kiss atop his brow before they could think to stop.

❝ How do you feel? ❞ They inquired once a few moments passed, enough time for the powder to take effect.

Whatever that strange powder Onaga had given him was starting to kick in. His fear and anxiety seemed to melt away, replaced with an odd numbing feeling that went throughout his body. The type of feeling you get when your really tired and your body was just about ready to give way. Coupled with the warmth of being wrapped in Onaga arms, Millikan had all but forgotten the nightmare that plagued him moments ago. 

He curled up in her arms, purring as she stroked his hair. it wasn’t often Onaga would show this side of her often, always so strict and hardened because it was good for him. So moments like these were rare and he treasured it greatly. 

“I feel...I don’t feel scared anymore.” 

[millikan-tarkatanson]

Klosed starter for @duskstalkr

"Not from around here are you?"

[duskstalkra]

“the    answer    depends    on    who’s    asking.”

[millikan-tarkatanson]

“Someone who could possibly be a friend or foe, though I think it’s best to choose the former.”

[millikan-tarkatanson]

Klosed starter for @duskstalkr

"Not from around here are you?"

[millikan-tarkatanson]

resurrectiio​:

━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・ﾟ ❝ Powders. ❞ Onaga explained simply, a glimmer of shame in her tone. Such substances were considered taboo but since they provided a shield of euphoric serenity, the Empress kept them close. For matters such as these. ❝ It will calm you for the most part, though initially you may feel…unusual for a time. ❞

The dragon refused to call the situation what it truly was. That they were essentially mildly drugging a young tarkatan…however they believed that it would truly serve to calm him. Eventually he would be able to go back to sleep, hopefully for the remainder of the evening. In the morning the dragon would see about what could be done to help the prince.

With a raised spoon, the dragon guided a spoonful of the sparkling powder towards his maw. ❝ Open. ❞ They instructed gently. 

   Millikan gave the spoon a weird look, a million in one questions running through his mind. He trusted Onaga with his life so he shouldn't even worry about such things as poisons. He opened his maw as instructed, allowing Onaga to poor the powder on his tongue. As soon as it touched his tongue he snapped his maw shut, making a weird face at the taste. it didn’t taste awful nor good either, just odd. 

Placing a hand over his maw, Millikan had to force himself to keep it shut. resisting the urge to spit it out right away. 

[millikan-tarkatanson]

uhhhh since no ones gonna say it, big fan of milli always have been. his character development and your writing growth has been amazing. just thought someone should let you know that you're fantastic. big heart eyes at YOU !!!!!!

Thank you anon