[Surreal as being dead is, coming across his own grave is not an enormous shock. Not with Kung Jin's life. The details are still hazy, but he could probably get the majority of his story right on just wild guesses, anyway: things had gone south somewhere in Outworld. His squad had gotten overwhelmed. He'd done something stupid to buy the other three time, and, well... here he was, his clothes drenched in blood and his head throbbing with a brutal headache.
But-- screw this "afterlife". He knows, like, at least 4 formerly-deceased, and this is nothing like the realms after death that he knows of. Something here isn't quite right, he thinks, pacing in front of the broad upright slab inscribed with his family name.]
At least they've been cleaning me up nice. [mutters Jin, bending down to brush some dirt away from his headstone. He can almost smell the incense in the air as his fingers trace over the finely-cut characters: if this really is his grave, his parents must've really gone in on it.
It's strange, to swell with pride over your own grave. And yet he wouldn't go out any other way.]
B - how is babby formed
[Yeah, yeah. Jin's soft. He's keeping the plant-kid, and you're helping him sort this shit out.]
[Jin pushes some low-hanging branches away with his bow to allow his companion and the odd creature to pass. The child lags behind, staring in fear, so he shrugs and settles for just one.] After you.
[There's a little more walking before he speaks up again.] So, what do you think? [Behind Jin and whoever else is on this lovely forest stroll, the strange child whimpers, then stutters out a quiet sob.] I've read about all sorts of forest spirits, but nothing like this.
[He casts a glance over his shoulder at the child, who quakes like a leaf when they catch Jin's eye.]
You okay back there?
C, network - autotune intensifies
Looks like I found the motherlode today. I've got a handful of those little hotel bar bottles of alcohol, and lucky for all of you, I don't drink. Not even while I'm "dead". Make me a good offer and I'll consider, and I do mean a GOOD offer.
[and again you can wildcard me or chat about other options at smithsyndicate!]
kung jin | mortal kombat
[Surreal as being dead is, coming across his own grave is not an enormous shock. Not with Kung Jin's life. The details are still hazy, but he could probably get the majority of his story right on just wild guesses, anyway: things had gone south somewhere in Outworld. His squad had gotten overwhelmed. He'd done something stupid to buy the other three time, and, well... here he was, his clothes drenched in blood and his head throbbing with a brutal headache.
But-- screw this "afterlife". He knows, like, at least 4 formerly-deceased, and this is nothing like the realms after death that he knows of. Something here isn't quite right, he thinks, pacing in front of the broad upright slab inscribed with his family name.]
At least they've been cleaning me up nice. [mutters Jin, bending down to brush some dirt away from his headstone. He can almost smell the incense in the air as his fingers trace over the finely-cut characters: if this really is his grave, his parents must've really gone in on it.
It's strange, to swell with pride over your own grave. And yet he wouldn't go out any other way.]
B - how is babby formed
[Yeah, yeah. Jin's soft. He's keeping the plant-kid, and you're helping him sort this shit out.]
[Jin pushes some low-hanging branches away with his bow to allow his companion and the odd creature to pass. The child lags behind, staring in fear, so he shrugs and settles for just one.] After you.
[There's a little more walking before he speaks up again.] So, what do you think? [Behind Jin and whoever else is on this lovely forest stroll, the strange child whimpers, then stutters out a quiet sob.] I've read about all sorts of forest spirits, but nothing like this.
[He casts a glance over his shoulder at the child, who quakes like a leaf when they catch Jin's eye.]
You okay back there?
C, network - autotune intensifies
Looks like I found the motherlode today. I've got a handful of those little hotel bar bottles of alcohol, and lucky for all of you, I don't drink. Not even while I'm "dead". Make me a good offer and I'll consider, and I do mean a GOOD offer.
[and again you can wildcard me or chat about other options at