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SOULFORFEIT β a mortal kombat multimuse blog WRITTEN BY VETLAN β they/them | portugal | 07/98
independent and private. canon divergent and belligerent. low and sporadic activity. intended for a mature audience. crossover friendly. asks always welcome. preference towards plotted, para/novella length threads. muse list and nav under cut. blogroll and guidelines on carrd.
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SCORPION BRUTALITY β³ Stinger
What's Hanzo's sense of self and self-esteem looking like? With the dead family, intensive personal guilt and being Quan Chi's pet and all
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He was a prideful man in life, self-assertive and solid in his convictions. All of that was lost in his death at the hands of Bi-Han.
He was a family man... and no longer had a family. He was among the best of the Shirai Ryu... and there are none left. He saw himself as a fierce combatant... and he died, defeated.
This instilled within him a deep seated sense of anguish, and an emptiness that grew pressurized until it exploded and combusted into the flames he wields now. He cared little about himself, his wraith nature allowing him to fight with complete disregard to his physical form; he cared not about the plight of others, too full of his own unprocessed grief to be able to give people the grace he doesn't give himself; all he wanted was vengeance, a physical act of retribution that he hoped would free him from the weight of his pain.
He was hurting, he had no aim, his existence one of reactive anger and violence - it made him an easy mark... although Quan Chi's games with him started long before his death.
Scorpion's time under Quan Chi only made his self-loathing worse, the subservient role digging his self-esteem into the ground with a heavy boot, and having his mind remain clear as opposed to the spell cast on revenants meant he could not fully blame the Sorcerer for his actions. If he truly was so repulsed, sick of himself and regretful, then he would not act out Quan Chi's orders β at the threat of his master finding need to discipline this 'honor' out of him, always.
Unfortunately no witnesses remain of such attempts of rebellion, to all bystanders he was a willing participant, subjecting himself to the slavery of his soul out of seeming devotion to the Brotherhood of Shadow.
He was seen as wicked, violent and impulsive - not to be approached, not to be trusted. And so he acted to meet these expectations.
Until he was eventually given life once more, and he was freed from Quan Chi's binding magic, given liberty to act on his own terms again... but his self-worth and self-image remained in tatters. Part of him truly wondered if it would not be best to attempt to end it once and for all while he had the chance... but part of him was afraid he'd find himself in the hands of Quan Chi once more, the cruel necromancer having found great amusement in his suffering thus far.
Alone he would not be able to mend his relationship with himself - and for that he is eternally grateful to Kenshi Takahashi for choosing to take the time to help him learn to tolerate himself, find the patience necessary to rebuild his self-image, find worth in his actions.
As Grandmaster, after the years it took to build himself back, Hanzo Hasashi is once again that same prideful warrior he once was... although now tempered by the many experiences he had went through. He sees himself as a family man because Takeda sees him as a father figure, raising the boy as his own. He is once again the pride of the Shirai Ryu for he was the one that rebuilt it piece by piece, finding comfort in knowing the grounds host life yet again.
What was once tattered and frayed now was mended, and stronger than ever. Now he had the support of many, from family, friends and allies as opposed to the total isolation he'd been subject to in his wraithful existence, only the dead and a scheming necromancer for company. He would never allow himself to be brought down so low ever again.
how does hanzo view kenshi...are they close friends? more than that? does separation impact their friendship? how does hanzo feel about kenshi's relationship with takeda after raising him for him?
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Kenshi is privileged enough to be considered a close friend, and Hanzo's friendship is hard gained and harder still to keep - and Kenshi has tested this limit many times.
And yet Hanzo still allows him to come rest at the Shirai Ryu no matter how long it has been since his last appearance, judges him not for the time spent apart. The reason behind it is simple: Kenshi has never lied about what kind of person he was, and he was there to help guide Hanzo in one of the darkest moments of his life.
Kenshi hides not the fact that he has no interest in Raiden's designs, and it is this neutrality that gave him the time and space to accompany Hanzo post revival where most others would shun him for his past actions as Quan Chi's attack dog.
It was a completely chance meeting, but such strong misery was hard to ignore for a telepath and Kenshi did harbor a passing curiosity about the soul known as Scorpion ever since the tournament.
Having no attachments of his own at the time, it was easy to take a break from his travels to help a lost wraith learn to live again - because there was a time where in Scorpion. not yet Hanzo, was simply drifting through the world, aimless, no home to call his own and no one to return to.
With Kenshi's meditative guidance and snarky rebuttals to his nihilistic thoughts Hanzo found himself again, and he would not be the same man without Kenshi.
Still... this does not mean he does not see the flaws Kenshi most definitely has. The man is incapable of settling down for long, unable to put down the fight when Hanzo himself was great showing of what happens when you let vengeance guide you; Kenshi is simply restless in his ever evolving quest and emotionally detached from himself.
It is as if being bombarded by other people's emotions has dulled his own, and at times it is hard to make the man see that his actions have consequences that affect other people's emotions and thoughts on him... which he is quick to argue he does not act for the sake of other people's opinion.
When he came to the Shirai Ryu grounds with Takeda... Hanzo had no words at the time, still lacks them even now. To show up, leave his child in Hanzo's care, and immediately leave again... Of course Hanzo would agree, of course he couldn't turn away a lost child, of course Kenshi would know that... but did it make any of it right?
The worst, however, was the man's avoidance of Takeda through the years - he and Kenshi met many times during the years of his "absence", and yet like a stray cat he fled at the mere mention of his son. It was not resentment that grew within him, but frustration - because how could he assure Takeda that his father didn't abandon him when Kenshi refused to meet him? If anyone was bearing resentment, it was Takeda, and soon Hanzo stopped talking about Kenshi at the young man's request.
Until their meeting, where in he made an ultimatum. Kenshi had to appear, Takeda was beginning show signs of sharing his father's abilities and he would have to stop being a coward and face his son, guide him through what Hanzo alone could not. Failing to show would mean losing access to Shirai Ryu grounds and irrevocably ruining his relationship with both Takeda and Hanzo.
Kenshi did show. And he got beaten up by Takeda. And Hanzo allowed it because in all senses of the word, Kenshi deserved it. But he did not allow Takeda to take it too far, nor did he allow Kenshi to run - he stood there between them and made them talk.
And from that talk, slowly Takeda and Kenshi's relationship began to mend. It is something that brings Hanzo great joy, and he harbors no feelings of jealousy towards their relationship... because in truth, he knows what Kenshi and Takeda share is not comparable to the parental bond he and Takeda share after raising him as his own.
Kenshi presents himself as a friend rather than a father, and while he is glad their relationship is much better now, he keeps a close eye on Kenshi to make sure he is not sharing his bad habits with Takeda - something Hanzo takes very seriously after spending much care in making sure he didn't do so himself.
- Nathaniel Orion G.K.
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there was something extremely pathetic to the way hanzo died at sub-zero's hand. it just was. he was an excellent ninja, the pride of the shirai ryu, truly a formidable foe... but he was just human. he stood no chance against an opponent just as skilled, and yet also commanding of cryomancy. his last moments were met with the terror of something unearthly, such powers something he had yet to face in his time, and the chilling bite of frigid ice creeping through his flesh is a sensation that haunted him into the very netherrealm. between his anguish at being defeated so promptly, his afterlife haunted by the knowledge that his clan was decimated the same way he'd been, knowing his family had been butchered - it was easy for his ire to spark like the flames of the netherrealm, his relentless emotional turmoil making him a turbulent soul, it warped his very being. to chase away the cold of death he embraced fire, became a specter of the netherrealm, a wraith commanding of hellfire, flames strengthened by his volatile emotions - all so that he could face his killer once more and be certain this time he would not lose, he would take down sub-zero and avenge his family and clan, his own miserable death forgotten in the name of what truly mattered to him.
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Hanzo had not meant to come across this scene - and thankfully enough he is given time to process his thoughts as it seemed like Bi-Han did not immediately recognize his presence, focused only on his own shallow breathing and clenching of his hands.
Bi-Han was not here, not mentally. Haunted by a past of torture that only now his mind could react to, could process, his revival was not without considerable burdens. Kuai had spoken of it briefly, his brother's distant looks and tense frame, how he seemed possessed by memories that went over him like a dark shroud, remnants of his shadows still lingering.
In it, Hanzo could recognize himself. The nightmares that haunted his sleep once he was finally free of the Netherrealm's grasp, once he was able to live his life as his own.
But here, now... Is it his space to intervene? Did he genuinely care for the other man enough to offer his help? Hanzo knows the answer before he speaks: he has helped the two brothers so far, it would be a disservice to his own efforts to ignore the other's distress.
"Bi-Han." The name is spoken lowly, just enough to hook the other's attention. "You are on Lin Kuei grounds. Nothing may harm you here." A solid reassurance, something truthful without his own involvement least the other not be in the mind to find Hanzo's presence other than grating. "Should I fetch Kuai Liang?"
β VILLAINY : MANIPULATING "So you're leaving meβ¦?" β @antlurabbit
It is something in the way she says it that gives him pause. There is a bite to it, something new yet familiar, a taste of it given every time he announced he must suddenly take leave, that he was being summoned, and her expression twitched just so, growing more pronounced the more time they'd spend in each other's company.
At the start, it was just a novelty, a fact of his being: unlike her, bound to a physical object, he was bound to a person, and they decided where he was most useful at any point in time. He had no choice but to comply, compelled to heed their call least the pull on his soul grow stronger and more jarring.
"I must, you know this." He speaks as if that alone would be the answer, unsure of how to handle such an accusatory question, nowhere to redirect it - he had to leave, and it was final. Their growing camaraderie interrupted time and time again, his presence fleeting at certain points in time, a true specter, an apparition you couldn't predict.
"I will return when I can." A promise, but is it one in his power to keep, can he promise to not take days, weeks or months until his next appearance? Nothing is in his power, he laments it so repeatedly, so how can she trust his word, how could she be sure this wasn't their last meeting?
β VILLAINY : MANIPULATING "This one would assist you, if you'd allow it." β @spirestar , d'vorah LYINGGGGGG
He'd left the Netherrealm the moment he realized his soul was no longer bound to Quan Chi; the sorcerer fleeing the scene after his attempt to kill and convert Johnny Cage into one of his revenants failed, spells broken, and Scorpion found himself left behind with no sense of direction as to where he had fled, no longer tied to the man's presence.
It meant that Quan Chi, too, could not track him.
It took him longer to realize he was living once more... or something resembling it. He was still undead, his soul still chained to the ten hells, and yet he could feel it in his soul he was more human than wraith, the balance inverted.
Being so, however, did not give him direction in life. That he had to find out for himself, no help from gods above to guide him, his freedom an after thought when what Raiden sought was the freedom of the revenants.
Hanzo found himself haunting familiar territory. What remained of Shirai Ryu grounds, abandoned for years now. Kenshi, a swordsman from the tournament, crossed paths with him and his mental anguish - and posed a question: what stops him from reclaiming the space as his own?
That is where D'Vorah finds him now, alone, cleaning the space in what was quiet contemplation before the awareness of the kytinn's arrival caused an uneasy sense of recognition to go through him.
He had hoped to avoid interactions with the Brotherhood of Shadow and it's followers. In part, he ran away. In part, he was abandoned. He could not be faulted for starting a new life when opportunity presented itself - one where he was freed of the loyalty demanded by the God of Death.
Then again, where else would he be other than here? Burying what remains of the dead, tending to gardens burnt and yet overgrown, revealing pathways buried underneath the dirt. It was almost beginning to look habitable.
"Your offer is recognized, but I seek to do this on my own, D'Vorah." Hanzo speaks, in the moment bearing no aggression, only cautious suspicion. It is not in it's nature to offer help without something in return, and he cares not to be on the other end of D'Vorah's bargains - she speaks for the Brotherhood, after all.
VILLAINY β MANIPULATING
"Ungratefulβ¦" "Calm yourself." "I did it for you." "I never said that." "You forced my hand." "Tell no one of this." "You always do thisβ¦" "Have you calmed down?" "Are you this sensitive?" "You know I care for you." "Are you certain of that?" "So you're leaving meβ¦?" "You were told what to do." "You care about me, right?" "This is for your own good." "Are you trying to hurt me?" "You always side with them!" "Indulge me just this once." "So be it. Do what you want." "It was a joke. Lighten up." "I'm not perfect, no one is." "And you trust what they say?" "Look at what you made me do." "You'd be nowhere without me." "You should be more grateful." "I only want the best for you." "No one sees you as I see you." "They all conspire against you." "I'm sorry you feel that wayβ¦" "I warned you this would happen." "No one else had any objections." "Who would you trust, them or me?" "It is all in the past. Let it go." "Your trust in me will be rewarded." "Ah. I see. You're scared to do it." "If you'd just let me, I'd help you." "I don't know why I trust you at all." "This is what they would have wanted." "I urge you to reconsider your words." "You should know what you did. Think." "So you don't care about me, is that it?" "Please, I don't want to argue with you." "Forgive me, please, it won't happen again." "Other people have it much harder than you." "You let your emotions get the best of you." "It's not you I don't trust, but the others." "Are you incapable of following instructions?" "I may be the only person that cares for you." "Don't crawl back to me when things go south." "You should think your choices over carefullyβ¦" "I wouldn't do it like thatβ¦ no, no, keep going." "Every timeβ¦ it's always the same thing with you." "Your orders were simple, and yetβ¦ you disappoint." "It was nothing more than a lapse in my judgement." "I know you think that this is what you want, but it really isn't." "No, it is my fault, I should not have expected different from you."
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like this post and i'll head into your dms / discord to plot something more concrete outside of asks replies, something heartier, something meatier with my mortal kombat crew: hanzo, quan chi, kenshi, johnny, takeda. crossovers / timelines / verses available.
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does anyone have any requests for gifsets regarding mk? not saying when i'd get to them, but i recognize a lot have been lost to blog deletions and just being really old in general and impossible to find. i'd be posting them on @lin-kuei-baddie
PLOTTED STARTER β @sundoes : bai li
He wakes after what feels like a long sleep, fistful and restless. Disoriented it takes him long moments to come to himself, then to his surroundings - and then still realize he is not alone. He shivers, cold, covered in sweat that clings to him as opposed to simply evaporating. It hurts to move, a burning sensation rippling through each muscle, but he stubbornly aches to sit up, a wheezing breath taken as if the first in hours. And in fact it had been.
He was dead, by all accounts. And yet he lives. The undead cannot be killed in a way that matters.
The initial reaction is suspicion, but soon his mind catches up to the fact that he recognizes the space where in he was laid to rest and that he was unharmed - at least, no further harmed than when he'd found himself passing out with poison injected directly to his heart. He swallows, mouth tasting of ash and soot and just as dry, and a cough does escape him - a spark of flame manifesting in front of his face.
"Water." He requests, having to make a conscious effort to keep his head straight.
