Over time (ninjago OC x elemental masters)

Noodles

"I think this time i'm dying"

The guitar strings felt soft and familiar under my fingers, acting as the only source of comfort in this unknown area around me. I thought back to how i got here ,playing saline solution at midnight, on a boat heading to god knows where, surrounded by people with ungodly abilities.

it started with a box of noodles, and a fortune cookie.

I woke up in my cramped box of an apartment in central ninjago, got up, got dressed and left for my job at the ninjago metrapolitan theatre, I work as a lighting insructor, musican, makeup artist and grenrally wherever they needed me. worked my shift and left to go get some dinner.

It was an unusually cold night, so I headded to Mister Chen's noodle house, the most popular chain of resturants in the city and sat down in a booth. I pulled out my headphones and paused before i turned them on, partly because I was about to sneeze and partly because the people behind me were being fairly loud. they seemed a bit out of the ordinary. first of all, they were dressed in fully one colour outfits each, one wearing fully blue, one in red, one in black and one in a gold and green sensai's gi. The one in black was whining about not being able to eat food for whatever reason and the green one was talking about the loss of their friend "zane". The name seemed familiar but i couldn't place it.

 At this point a waiter came over and took my order. but as they walked away, the doors burst open, and in walked some thugish looking men, one had a mohawk and a clear glass eye, and a purple anacondrai tattoo curling around his arm and back. The men started to knock over boxes and hassle staff and customers, I pulled up my hoodie in the hope they would ignore me, but to no avail, the one with the mohawk grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of the booth "HEY! LET ME GO!!!" Catching the attention of the weirdly dressed people sitting in front of me, they leaned in and whispered for a bit then stood up and started to fight the other men, while everyone was distracted I took this as the perfect opportunity to use my abilities without being noticed, I pulled the electricity from the coveyor belt and shocked the guy holding me, he cried out in pain, drawing the attention of the group fighting the men, the one in green locked eyes with me, I held my gaze for a second , then grabbed my food off the counter and ran out of the resturant, with my fingers crackling with excess electricity . the one in green yelled "HEY, WAIT!!!" after me but I didn't slow down. After all I had spent so long building this life for myself, I wasn't going to let this guy in green ruin it for me.

I didn't stop running until I got to my apartment building (which was thankfully not far from the noodle house), I let myself in and sat down on my couch with my food, opened my favourite show, and opened my order.

the order was unusual for two reasons, number 1, it had a fortune cookie, which I didn't order and a scroll of paper, bigger than your average recipt. I decided to eat first , since I was particularly hungry after the fight at the noodle house, I sat and ate until my bowl was empty, then decided, out of sheer curiosity, to read the scroll, i un-rolled the parchment and grabbed my glasses.

Dear Ayerin Farraday(master of dynamokenisis)

I have taken an intrest in your ability and would like for you to be present and participate in my tournament of elements on his private isand, where you will live and compete for the duration of the tornament.

each master has their own prize tailored to their needs and desires, for you I offer, a pre-paid penthouse in upper ninjago and a lifetime supply of food coupons and mister chen's noodles as well a large sum of money.

if you choose to take up my offer, there will be a boat on ninjago docs at 11 'o' clock tomorow night.

whishing you will choose to be present,

Master Chen. 

I paused and let the infomation digest, this would solve all my financial problems and help me continue to take my medication which does tend to cost a lot in ninjago.

I sat down, letter in hand, running all the possibilities through my head.

Because promises (if you could even call it that), ALWAYS have conditions. 

Fuck it.

I was near death in my current living conditions, anything would be better at this point. Because most of my income went towards food and meds, I was pretty athletic, having to walk (most of the time run due to auhd time blindness). And lifting boxes of whatever is taking up too much space in the theater. 

I went to sleep, feeling content with my desicion.

The next day I woke up, and shit, boobs.

For a reason unknown to me, I was physically genderfluid, meaning I woke up with the physical attributes of an afab/amab however, I was a boy,  but because of my weird cocktail of hormones raging through my body i had a deficiency of testosterone, which was the medication I took.

But today, I guess I'm a tranny .

(This is because ayerin has internalised transphobia due to his upbringing he used this sort of language to describe himself and other trans people)(I am also trans and a strong beliver in the reclamation of slurs)

I put a binder on and injected a little of testosterone into my thigh and stuck a plaster on the pinprick mark the needle left. I grabbed my stuff and left for the theater. 

When I got there, I walked to my boss' office to explain that I would be going away for an undetermined amount of time due to a "family emergency " which I decided would explain my sudden wealth on return and incite no further questions.

They said they understood and hoped the situation improved.

I then grabbed lunch from the mets cafeteria, which gave a free lunch to student or workers, and went home to pack.

I reread the letter and turns out no weapons were allowed. I didn't know if they knew about my "condition " so I packed my testosterone for the next few months in case I needed to stay for a while and a few binders.

I also packed  my guitar and a good amount of clothes.

And left, for who knows how long.