AshuraaHunter
A Roleplayer with Standards
Pit decided that his clothing being slightly tattered at the moment was the least of his worries. It was likely that he was in a place that he's never even heard of before, or he could be in an alternate universe that wasn't Angel Land whatsoever. Thousands of thoughts about these possibilities rushed through his mind. So, with that being said, he decided to test his telepathic connection to Lady Palutena, by getting down onto one knee, similar to how he got up, gently lidding his eyes, and breathing slowly, all the while holding two digits to his left temple.
The boy's eyes widened for a moment as he faintly heard the Goddess' voice echo throughout his head faintly, sounding as if she was discussing topics with another person over dinner. When he tried speaking by simply calling her name in a questioning tone, he did notice that Palutena's talk did stop for a moment, but she just resumed with the other that the flightless boy was simply unable to hear. Standing up yet again, Pit still heard the voice in the back of his head, and kept strong. "Sometimes... I don't need guidance."
That was when he spotted a seemingly-empty house a good distance away from him. His eyes measured about 20 meters. Once again, it did not seem occupied whatsoever, but the angel was still concerned. Running a thumb sub-consciously over a tear in his white garb caused by what seemed to be a bad landing, he cautiously approached the residence, and soon enough, he was at the door of the place. Reaching his right hand down to the knob, his white-feathered wings twitched, as he sensed that he might run into trouble around here, but he was not sure to say the least. He grabbed the knob and twisted it, but that's when his hand let go of the metal, as in the distance, he heard footsteps. It was some guy, hands stuffed into his pockets, and that's all that Pit's eyes could register from there.
"Speak of the devil. There is people around!" The kid originally thought otherwise, and even though it was a possibility that this person could be hostile, he dashed outward onto the street again anyhow, hoping no cars made him roadkill in the process, his eyes only focused on the figure.
What an inexplicable experience, the archer thought to himself. Last thing he remembered was him kneeling over Lord Raiden's lifeless body, trying to revive him in some way. Then, a bright flash of light filled the Jinsei Chamber, and he blacked out entirely. What Jin was wondering was how the literal fuck could this have happened? There he was, at a loss of breath, keeled over on the street, panting in and out at a noticeably audible volume level. With a long, final exhale, he stood up, realizing that his entire body was intact, save for two minor stab wounds from D'Vorah that were healing over quickly. Here's to hoping that bug was squashed like Shinnok, another thought in Jin's mind rang.
When he looked upwards, among the seemingly barren street, there was a bank with wide open doors, a suspicious black van parked right next to it. "What's going on now..." Jin said quietly, in an irritated manner also. He passes out twice in the span of ten minutes, and now this? Today must be one of the most profoundly unlucky days of his life, but not nearly as bad as watching his cousin die at the hands of Shao Kahn. Perhaps there was a chance for justice.
What really roused the Shaolin man was the sounds of breaking, loud calls, and gunfire from within. Alright, something's definitely wrong inside, another thought spoke inside his head, Without any delay whatsoever, Jin tightly grasped his bow in hand in rushed inside, peering around to see men dressed in black suits, bulletproof vests and balaclavas left and right, and a man that looked as if he, too, was of some form of Shaolin origin with his fighting pose. Twirling his bow around and uttering some katakana, the draconic pattern on his quiver glowed a bright yellow, as he nocked an explosive arrow, resisting to fire at the moment. "Robbers, are we? Why don't you take the easy route and break the windows? You don't want a busted face, do you?" Hopefully, Jin was tricking them well enough, but if it didn't work, he'd more than likely run into gunfire left and right.
The boy's eyes widened for a moment as he faintly heard the Goddess' voice echo throughout his head faintly, sounding as if she was discussing topics with another person over dinner. When he tried speaking by simply calling her name in a questioning tone, he did notice that Palutena's talk did stop for a moment, but she just resumed with the other that the flightless boy was simply unable to hear. Standing up yet again, Pit still heard the voice in the back of his head, and kept strong. "Sometimes... I don't need guidance."
That was when he spotted a seemingly-empty house a good distance away from him. His eyes measured about 20 meters. Once again, it did not seem occupied whatsoever, but the angel was still concerned. Running a thumb sub-consciously over a tear in his white garb caused by what seemed to be a bad landing, he cautiously approached the residence, and soon enough, he was at the door of the place. Reaching his right hand down to the knob, his white-feathered wings twitched, as he sensed that he might run into trouble around here, but he was not sure to say the least. He grabbed the knob and twisted it, but that's when his hand let go of the metal, as in the distance, he heard footsteps. It was some guy, hands stuffed into his pockets, and that's all that Pit's eyes could register from there.
"Speak of the devil. There is people around!" The kid originally thought otherwise, and even though it was a possibility that this person could be hostile, he dashed outward onto the street again anyhow, hoping no cars made him roadkill in the process, his eyes only focused on the figure.
What an inexplicable experience, the archer thought to himself. Last thing he remembered was him kneeling over Lord Raiden's lifeless body, trying to revive him in some way. Then, a bright flash of light filled the Jinsei Chamber, and he blacked out entirely. What Jin was wondering was how the literal fuck could this have happened? There he was, at a loss of breath, keeled over on the street, panting in and out at a noticeably audible volume level. With a long, final exhale, he stood up, realizing that his entire body was intact, save for two minor stab wounds from D'Vorah that were healing over quickly. Here's to hoping that bug was squashed like Shinnok, another thought in Jin's mind rang.
When he looked upwards, among the seemingly barren street, there was a bank with wide open doors, a suspicious black van parked right next to it. "What's going on now..." Jin said quietly, in an irritated manner also. He passes out twice in the span of ten minutes, and now this? Today must be one of the most profoundly unlucky days of his life, but not nearly as bad as watching his cousin die at the hands of Shao Kahn. Perhaps there was a chance for justice.
What really roused the Shaolin man was the sounds of breaking, loud calls, and gunfire from within. Alright, something's definitely wrong inside, another thought spoke inside his head, Without any delay whatsoever, Jin tightly grasped his bow in hand in rushed inside, peering around to see men dressed in black suits, bulletproof vests and balaclavas left and right, and a man that looked as if he, too, was of some form of Shaolin origin with his fighting pose. Twirling his bow around and uttering some katakana, the draconic pattern on his quiver glowed a bright yellow, as he nocked an explosive arrow, resisting to fire at the moment. "Robbers, are we? Why don't you take the easy route and break the windows? You don't want a busted face, do you?" Hopefully, Jin was tricking them well enough, but if it didn't work, he'd more than likely run into gunfire left and right.
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