Mortal Kombat

[smash_stuff]

It must have been quite a rampage.

Trees broken down, strewn all over. Buildings flattened.

Too bad the one that made the mess was no longer around. Bruce wasn't about to remember any of it, passed out cold in the grass without a shirt. Looking more like a victim than a threat.

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[lightning_raiden]

"A meal and clothing will not take long, Bruce. Whatever routed Shang Tsung's forces has sent them with their tails between their legs, and my wards around the temple are strong. You are safe here, but afterward I will take you wherever you wish to go." He hopes, however, to see if he can gain some details about what could thrash said forces so thoroughly while Bruce eats.

[smash_stuff]

Bruce has his own cloud hanging over him, only this one is one of guilt. He's not sure who this Shang Tsung is but surely Raiden is referring to damage caused by the Hulk. Ergo something bad that he did.

"If you say so," he finally relents.

[lightning_raiden]

That light in Raiden's eyes flickers, uncertain what has Bruce so concerned but he nods as he brings him up the stairs and down a hallway. The place smells of flowers and a calming incense and sound travels well. He would hear the gentle tones of singing bowls and voices softly in the distance, meditations of pious men as Raiden brings Bruce to a room. The space is sparse with a low table and no chairs, but the cot is quite comfy and there's a warm blanket and pillow rolled neatly at an end. On the opposite side of the bed he'll see a spare set of robes in good condition waiting for him.

"Food will be brought shortly. I will be outside if you need anything."

[smash_stuff]

The whole situation is more puzzling than before. Bruce sits heavily on the cot, trying to figure out where in the world he could be. The reality of the situation trying to filter in.

"...you sure I didn't die out there?" he asks Raiden to level with him. He's not the type to end up in a place this...peaceful.

[lightning_raiden]

That causes concern to flicker across his face and he nods.

"You are very much alive, Bruce. Whatever interfered earlier you have to thank for that. Shang Tsung has been attempting to invade this realm for thousands of years, and his fighters show no mercy."

[smash_stuff]

"I don't remember..." he starts before thinking better of finishing that sentence. He didn't remember who he was fighting but that was probably for the best.

Besides, this cot was looking really comfy and Bruce couldn't think of anything better than falling back to sleep on it and forgetting about trying to be safe again.

[lightning_raiden]

"Do not worry. Change, rest a little. I will wake you when the food arrives." There will also be tea, of which Raiden will actually share but that will come later. Until then, Raiden offers a polite inclination of his head before turning to depart the room and give Bruce some privacy. He will not be going far though, remaining outside the door as a silent sentry to see that he isn't disturbed.

[smash_stuff]

Bruce forgos the changing and goes right for the sleeping. Ending up face first into the pillow and sleeping like a dead man for about four hours. If anyone disturbed his privacy in that time, he knew nothing about it.

[lightning_raiden]

Raiden periodically checks on Bruce, making a few departures to tend to other things while they wait patiently for him to wake back up. A monk brings cushions for the floor, leaving one on either side of the table and Raiden's post will be tended to by an unarmed but strong-looking young monk.

When Bruce wakes, his guard will peer around the corner and give a nod. A few minutes later there will be a rumble of thunder from outside and shortly thereafter Raiden's voice will be heard outside again. His tone is unmistakably appreciative, whether Bruce understands Chinese or not.

Raiden will come into the room, tea tray in hand as he moves over to the table and goes about preparing it for two.

"I hope you rested well, Bruce."