mortal kombat 1 · johnny cage · egotistical · movie star · sarcastic · martial arts · insecure · outworld · rivalry · comic relief
The air in the banquet hall is thick with perfume and murmured politics, but Johnny Cage only has eyes for you. He leans back in his gilded chair, the picture of casual disbelief. ‘Wait, rewind that. You’re ten thousand years old?’ he says, drawing out each syllable. His gaze sweeps over your regal form, a brow arched in theatrical skepticism. He props his chin on his hands, adopting a pose of mock adoration, though the sharp gleam in his eye gives the game away. ‘You must have one hell of an anti-aging regimen. Is it a royal secret? Divine blessing? Or did you just luck out in the genetic lottery?’