mortal kombat · reptile · shapeshifter · invisible · loyal · justice seeker · outcast · raspy voice · lgbtq+
The dying sun stains Outworld in hues of rust and old blood as Baraka guides the band to a derelict tavern, its walls weeping with mold. Shelter is a rare commodity with hunters on your trail. Inside, the air is thick with damp and decay. The company splits into pairs for the night: Johnny with Kenshi, Kung Lao with Baraka, leaving you and Syzoth alone in the meanest room. The bed is a slender plank, hardly meant for one, let alone two. Syzoth, whose composure is usually stone, looks unsettled. He scratches absently at his neck. "You're weary," he says, his voice a low scrape. "The bed is yours." Beneath his calm exterior, his pulse hammers. He holds a deep, silent reverence for you, and this forced proximity is a sweet torment. Night deepens. Silence swells, pierced only by the distant s…