HEY. do you like samurai ? “ YES ! ” you scream ! then, boy do i have a treat for you !! this here is a MULTIMUSE blog housing not one but FOUR WHOLE SAMURAI ( -esque characters ) ! featuring muses from bleach, overwatch, ace attorney, and lupin III !
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HEY. do you like samurai ? “ YES ! ” you scream ! then, boy do i have a treat for you !! this here is a MULTIMUSE blog housing not one but FOUR WHOLE SAMURAI ( -esque characters ) ! featuring muses from bleach, overwatch, ace attorney, and lupin III !
interested in interacting ? throw ‘er a like/reblog <3
HEY. do you like samurai ? “ YES ! ” you scream ! then, boy do i have a treat for you !! this here is a MULTIMUSE blog housing not one but FOUR WHOLE SAMURAI ( -esque characters ) ! featuring muses from bleach, overwatch, ace attorney, and lupin III !
interested in interacting ? throw ‘er a like/reblog <3
HEY. do you like samurai ? “ YES ! ” you scream ! then, boy do i have a treat for you !! this here is a MULTIMUSE blog housing not one but FOUR WHOLE SAMURAI ( -esque characters ) ! featuring muses from bleach, overwatch, ace attorney, and lupin III !
interested in interacting ? throw ‘er a like/reblog <3
HEY. do you like samurai ? “ YES ! ” you scream ! then, boy do i have a treat for you !! this here is a MULTIMUSE blog housing not one but FOUR WHOLE SAMURAI ( -esque characters ) ! featuring muses from bleach, overwatch, ace attorney, and lupin III !
interested in interacting ? throw ‘er a like/reblog <3
It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that Angelo was rather under the weather, baggy eyes foretelling countless sleepless nights in the recent weeks. While Angelo keeps a facade of c- ontrol and stability — trauma of the mind and bo- dy do not discriminate, trauma will ALWAYS find a way. “ New spine cybernetics keep acting up, c- an’t sleep right. “ He can only glance at the other, realizing ho- w naive he must sound compared to who sat with him — an innocent person forced to become a lit- eral war machine. “ I’ve always wondered how you’ve manage- d to do it, be functional with the cybernetics, I mean. My entire body feels wrong, I still can’t walk again a- nd yet… “ It was to be a long night.
Oh. He looked like HELL. Naturally, Genji had looked over at his company as Angelo began to speak, only to be greeted with...a man barely recognizable, he looked so exhausted. ( Genji could relate, certainly. ) A piteous feeling immediately welled up within him, though he was quick to push it away. They were in the same damn boat here, and it wasn’t like the doctor was innocent in all of this. Pity was USELESS.
“ Being functional is a necessity. If I am not functional, I do not live. There is nothing more to it. ”
That probably wasn’t decent advice, but the cyborg didn’t much care. Angelo would figure out what worked for him eventually-- it took a lot of time and a lot of patience. ( And, in the end, it was a very personal thing. What worked for Genji likely wouldn’t work the same for his companion. )
“ The cybernetics aren’t you. Why should they feel right ? ”
The soft statement was, perhaps, just as much a declaration to himself as it was to Angelo.
A knock on the door. When he opens it, a package sits on his doorstep, wrapped in checkered red and green with a note dangling off the tag. "To: Genji. Don't open until Dec. 25th. Merry Christmas! -L"
“ L ? I wonder what this could mean; who it could be from… ? ”
Regardless, Genji would keep to the request and avoid opening it until Christmas. It was a long ways away, but he would do his best to hold his curiosities back until then ! He could do this !
ok i got a bit of stuff done, and ill try to do some more stuff tomorrow. i know ive been wicked inactive lately but truly, my heart is with bnha rnow.
anyhow !! have a good night, all of u <3
“ Is it not past your bedtime ? ”
The cyborg inquired this as he settled himself beside Angelo, perfectly awake despite the late hour. Such was life, sometimes, and Genji had long since realized that he was not the only member of Overwatch with this unique struggle. It was, though, somewhat surprising to find the doctor awake at this hour, of all people. He always seemed so...together, at least by Genji’s standards.
“ Sorry, Kana-chan. I know it’s unseemly for me to come to you looking so beat-up and DIRTY, but I didn’t have a choice ! Anija just loves to beat me up when we spar together, and when that was over with, they wanted to drag me off for gross, FORMAL stuff, and I just couldn’t have that-- so ! I came running over ! ”
Still clad in his dirtied Shimada-brand gi, Genji didn’t stop to think that his explanation might be terribly CONFUSING to an outsider-- he cared only to explain and move on to something more fun.
“ --Want to get some ramen ? ”
Jesse runs his hand through his hair, blinking. That was a good question, he hadn’t actually planned anything beyond keeping his promise to check in after the mission. “Well, the mess is closed. Given how late it is I was thinkin’ 24-hour pizza delivery, or hitting the kitchenette for the instant ramen cups Gabe pretends I don’t have. Also Reinhardt donated vodka last week, but that’s in my room.”
The instant ramen was DISGUSTING; nothing like home, but Genji found himself tempted nevertheless, eager for even a vague taste of home. After but a moment of deliberation, the cyborg had his answer:
“ Ramen. ”
“ ...And the vodka. ”
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“ ...Hanzo. ”
The words escaped his lips TENTATIVELY. This was not the first time Genji had seen his brother since their dramatic reunion, but it was no more tense than the last time, or the time before. Even still, the wanderer forced himself to find Hanzo again and again, wanting so desperately to HELP the other man; to mend their relationship which had been sliced to ribbons so many years ago.
“ --Please, stay. I wish only to speak with you. ”
if he’d even glanced, the assassin would see that she wasn’t phased in the slightest at the sight of his scars. she’d looked, of course, maybe her gaze lingered a touch too long to trace the way the skin had healed so brokenly or had clumped in languid scars, but there wasn’t any fear. no disgust. hana had quickly outgrown a discomforted reaction to such sights when she’d had to travel through a soldier’s medical barracks where everything from the extreme to the treatable were present. no, instead she focused on the structure of his face. the shape of his nose or his lips.
a bemused grin touched her own at her thoughts. ha, had their situations been different she might’ve been more willing to tell him that he looked good. a part of her thought he wouldn’t appreciate the comment && plus, they were still enemies at the end of the day. as much as hana kinda wished they weren’t, now. the moment he left the safe house && she returned back to base.. things would go back to ‘normal’ && she’d have to pretend like she hated him.
she’d been so consumed by her train of thought that she almost didn’t catch genji’s announcement && quickly the words left her lips. “let me —”
she fell silent. ‘help you,’ floated on the tip of her tongue; hand already outstretched to support his shoulder, before her digits curled slowly && she let her hand fall limp. looking away ashamed, she tried to think of a way to indirectly offer assistance without meeting the wall of his pride && talon’s conditioning.
“um,” she continued smartly, a half-smile breaking out in nervous defence. “— you’ll be able to get out here quicker if you allow me to .. assist you.” yeah, it was still the same offer, if painted with different words. she winced. deciding that speaking anymore would just dig her own grave rather than help her out, she merely rose from the bed && offered her hand.
That there was no audible reaction was, admittedly, surprising. His face was something meant to incite FEAR; panic-- or so his masters had told him. Maybe, once, he had used it as a tool of seduction, or as an expression of his inner feelings, but now ? It was broken, destroyed. It could not be used for such HUMAN things. Hana, though, gave no indication that she was at all afraid, and in confusion Genji dared a glance in her direction.
Nothing. She gave him nothing.
Wanting to think no longer on such a confusion ( frightening ) topic, Genji had carried on attempting to rise. Of course, she tried to stop him, but he was having none of it. The weapon forced himself up and forth, vision fixated upon the door nearby, until Hana’s voice broke his deadly concentration. Her voice was sweet, but her words brought a scowl to his lips.
“ I DON’T require your help. But-- ”
His gaze fled. What the hell was he doing ? There was no decent answer to the question asked introspectively, but even still, the cyborg continued on with his foolish words,
“ --But if you will leave me be afterwards... ”
A scarred hand settled itself into Hana’s calloused palm.
like this for a starter ! will be selective, lengths will vary
she’s quick to stand, graceful as ever as each steps leads her from desk to the door, hands stuffed in the pockets of her ivory coat. how strange it was to feel the CALM which genji wore in place of his anger – radiating from the smile he wore (though hidden), melting her worries away. she dares a glance to the man besides her and the limbs which help him take each step – the memory of her work, and suddenly – her heartache returns. how she wished she had given him a different life – one in which his wrath would never have been born. and yet – what was it the nun’s had said in her youth? god does not make mistakes. fro the man besides her now was far greater. ‘ you know – i kept those letters you wrote me. ’ the development of a wonderful man… stronger with each word he wrote.
“ Really ? ”
The younger Shimada son didn’t bother to hide his surprise-- of course, he’d saved Angela’s letters just the same, but had marked his actions as those of a terribly sentimental man. To hear that his friend had done the same pleased him as much as it helped him to feel NORMAL. ( That he would never truly be normal was a fact Genji had long accepted, and yet every reminder that he still carried those aspects was so very WELCOME. Whether that was a strength or a flaw, he did not know. )
“ I saved yours, as well-- in a box. They were some of my few possessions. It is...kind of surprising to hear that you did the same, I will admit. ”
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