// will hopefully be more active once im back, but mega man vacation time :]

"You fight me? Talk about overconfidence." independent portrayal of kung lao from the mortal kombat series!! temporary pinned! #MortalKombatrp #MKrp #MVrp

cyn mileena!!! ive been on a bit of an mk kick myself and considered musing someone from it but my spotty activity + busyness is stopping me..

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“. . . . Then I wish you luck on trying to convince her to take care of herself properly.”

“Very much so, yes. Hopefully she is not quite as stubborn as you are. For both of your sakes.”

“It is nice you found someone who is relatable, but unfortunate that is the trait the two of you share. . You do not seem to look too exhausted at the moment though, that is good.”

“It’s alright, I am sure you’ve had your reasons. I am glad to see you are in one piece.” Tempo takes a step forward, looking at her sister a little closer and then nodding her head. “. . . Yes, all in one piece. You have a habit of getting into peril.”

“Tron, it feels like it’s been awhile. It’s good to see you.” A gentle smile as she answers the door.

“I would normally say that sounds like an overreaction. But maybe it is warranted.”

“. . . I also do not understand the wind.” She sighs, but her expression softens into a less worried one. “You are not a machine. You cannot be ‘defective’ like he or I can. He’s mistaken.”

“Dissecting. . . ?!” Her stoic expression quickly turns into one of concern. Fear for her friend’s safety? Anger at the strange robot they had encountered, maybe? Either way, it felt like she had a pit in her stomach upon hearing that.

“You sound unsure about your answer.”

?! “He has not actually attempted to harm you, has he?”

“Even small pieces of it would be able to be examined. Regardless of my own wants, that entire encounter left me. . uneasy.”

“It is a shame. I would have liked to look at it more, but I don’t think he’ll be eager to return it anytime soon.”

“I see. I have difficulties pinpointing which are the correct feelings often. Spiked Davidson. . .? Your naming conventions are very. . unique. Did you have another unpleasant experience?”

“Did something happen? You look upset. Angry. . .? Sick, maybe?”

“. . .? Are you usually the cause? Of the bad screaming or the kind I am told is ‘full of fun’?”

“I have noticed this.”

“It is good screaming? I think I’ve failed to grasp the difference between them.”

“. . . . They’re screaming again.”

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[NC] “Well kind of rocks was he using? Could you not simply reuse those ones as your own ammunition?”

[NC] “He’s hitting your mother? With rocks?”

[NC] “. . . . Is this bad? Do you not want your mother to have friends?”

[NC] “Was that meant to change my response?”

[NC] “Rocks are not for throwing at people.”

This was a new one. At least they were not tripping or running into something. But spinning could lead to dizziness and then eventually turn into either of those. . At least they seemed happy? She thinks so, at least. “The ‘wind’ makes some odd decisions.”

“But nothing.” Despite her response, she feels a small smile form on her face. Yet again she reaches her hand out, this time ruffling the hair on their head. The other two times made sense. For comfort, for balance. . But she couldn’t reach a logical explanation for her own gesture this time.

“I do not think I would have minded if it made you forget ‘Pablo.’ As long as ‘Tempo’ was still able to remain.” Tempo shakes her head.

“. . . Sharp focus is one of the last descriptors I would use on you. You memory loss has even caused you to forget your name preference?” Near instinctively, she reaches out once more to place a hand on their shoulder in attempt to keep them steady after the near fall. “Careful. Please.”

“. . .? You can behave in a way unrelated to your name.” She follows behind. “Besides, do you not still prefer Hippopotamus? Hippopatacautious. Hm.” That was equally as bad, if not even worse. She also turns her gaze downward to stew in her own failed wordplay.

Tempo’s frown matches their own. She looks down at them, gently placing a hand on Kris’ head. “That was not very cautious.”

Well, that answer ruled out basically any possibilities she could think of. She was no means a medical expert, but sudden amnesia definitely seemed like a cause of concern. What if it happened again? For longer term. . .? “I recommend that you be extra cautious of your surroundings. Regardless

“A school project? Were you with anyone? It didn’t involve chemicals of any kind, did it. . .?”

“That is. . good, then? To an extent. What is the last thing that you are able to remember?”

Tempo tilts her head to the side curiously. “Are you feeling alright otherwise. . .? You also do not look like you’ve sustained injury, hm. .”

Memory is loss wasn’t something completely unfamiliar to her. Even before the more recent incident of reverting to her previous self, older memories are still little more than a blur. “You are certain of this? Did you sustain a head injury?”

“. . . Tempo. Is there a particular reason for your yelling this time?”

Looking at them. There’s a hint of concern in her eyes, but this behavior definitely isn’t something she hasn’t seen from them before.

[NC] “Did the wind also cause you to do that?”

[NC] “You what.”

cyn HE’S SO

Emeralds weren’t supposed to do that. There wasn’t a single rock, mineral, or gemstone that had the capabilities of doing anything even remotely like that to her knowledge. Were they infused with energy some how? Part of her felt a small tinge of disappoint upon watching it shatter.

The unspoken communication between the two didn’t go unnoticed by her. It seemed odd, but she wasn’t sure if the meaning behind. Even stranger still, Kris seemed to have very quickly changed their stance on keeping the emerald. “You have changed your mind? You seemed certain

Tempo watches Kris walk into the other robot with a relatively unchanging expression. She’s puzzled by their action, but not surprised. “Are you saying someone took it from you and then just threw it on the ground here. . .? That makes little logical sense to me.”

Defect? The two of them seemed to be familiar with each other. It didn’t seem to be much of a friendly relationship, she could tell that much. However, Tempo was a bit more invested in the properties of said object. “Emerald? They do not usually come in this color. Overall it’s quite

. . . .? Tempo was definitely no stranger to being covered in dirt or other earthly debris. Though certainly not at such a high speed, or so. . thoroughly. Tempo looks over to Kris and the mysterious gem. Something about this encounter made her feel a tinge of. . uneasiness?

Tempo looks at her own outstretched hand for a moment. Was her intent not obvious? She instead uses it to pick up the vibrant gem. “Something like this is usually formed deep underground. . Could be lab grown. Should I try and scratch it? Break it open, maybe. .? But if it’s rare, if would