Finding the right words isn't always easy for me, for I am still very young and learning. But I hope that does not stop us from being good friends, even though I am what some call ugly.... Anyway if you would like to plot things please let me know, I am alway egar to make make wonderful connections. -Mantis
mistaken identity. -- kitana of edenia.www.roleplayer.me/1470333
Three figures traversed Shao Kahn’s palace in silence. The garish décor – mostly trinkets and trophies from vanquished kingdoms and opposing forces – was dulled by the orange glow of the evening torches and made the journey more bearable. Princess Kitana paid them no mind as she was escorted to the main chamber by her father’s royal guard; tried to keep from seeing the decorations as anything but blood-soaked talismans wrongfully pried from the hands of their rightful owners-… And of her role in it. Her expression was set and partially hidden beneath her mask. Her body language was closed off in preparation for the news the war-lord had felt necessary to rouse her from slumber to share. She paused before the chamber’s doors and waited as the guards broke formation, rounded her form and assumed their positions. In perfect and rehearsed rhythm, they silently pulled the doors open to reveal her to the Emperor.
Perched atop his throne, Shao Kahn’s glowing, red eyes sought out his daughter. He scrutinized her, but she did not avert her gaze. Unlike numerous others in Outworld’s royal court, Kitana did not fear her father’s wrath. After a pregnant pause he beckoned with a single hand and she obeyed, approaching him with cautious and calculated steps. Her exposed flesh burned beneath his eyes. His anger was palpable, and the reason for her summoning became glaringly clear. She bowed before him and, only upon the straightening of her form, did he address her.
“Daughter. Do you know why I have called you here?” Shao Kahn’s voice boomed as the doors closed, offering them privacy for their conversation. She took her place at his side, refusing to allow formality to seep from their late-night encounter. She remained silent, as was expected of her when she did not know the answer. Shao Kahn rolled his shoulders back and sharpened his gaze. “Kano has reneged on his end of our bargain and fled to Earth-Realm to seek asylum,” he explained, “I am dispatching you to ensure that he returns to face execution for his transgressions. To disrespect me is to disrespect Outworld, and to disrespect Outworld is to invite death.” He paused and then dropped his voice to a low growl. “Do not fail me, Kitana.”
Kitana nodded once, accepting the assignment. As Shao Kahn’s daughter, Princess of Outworld and his most loyal assassin, she would not fail. She would bring Kano back to him, dead or alive.
Earth-Realm left much to be desired. The vehicles upon the streets were metallic abominations. Their emissions were an insult to her senses. The Edenian was certainly out of place with her formal attire, but she paid the lingering looks no attention; opting to remain focused solely on the task imparted on her by her father.
The energy signature of Kano’s transport device was traced to this specific area. Unlike Shang Tsung’s sorcery, technology left trails for assassins to follow.
Kitana’s dark eyes scanned the crowd. None of these men bore Kano’s physically imposing nature. He must have been cloaking his appearance; hiding among these commoners like a snake in blades of grass. Clever. Refusing to be discouraged, Kitana continued to study the faces in the crowd and then paused when she spotted something unusual: a red glow in the eyes of what was an otherwise-unassuming man.
Not quite so clever, after all.
With dual flicks of her wrists, Kitana’s fans were ejected from her vambraces. She unfurled and twirled them in her hands before launching one directly at the man’s head. Its blade embedded itself in the wall beside his face. A warning. She lunged at him before he could recover and called the fan back to her. Once it was in her hand, she dropped into an intimidating, offensive stance. Her eyes narrowed, her expression indecipherable behind her mask. There was no time to ask questions or confirm that this was, indeed, Kano.
“Still alive, deceiver?” she greeted, “You will stand before my father and receive a death of which you are not worthy: an honorable one.” " i will see to it that my father's will is accomplished. "