Hanzo

Ind. Overwatch rp blog for Hanzo Shimada

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My muse will be answering all and any questions sent their way with 100% truth and honesty!

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— answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

Tagged by: @getyerashebackheremccree

tagging: @etoillenoire, @ryvjin, @thexdragonxbecomesxme, and anyone else who feels like doing this. I’d tag more but I’m multitasking atm and just can’t focus for some reason. Sorry in advance!

nicknames: JJ, J

zodiac: Cancer

height: 5′6″

time: 6:03 PM

favourite band / artist: I dunno, Mystery Skulls makes some cool songs

song stuck in my head: Ode to the Bouncer

last movie i saw: Overlord

last thing i googled: Whether or not this local Japanese steak house was open or not. Spoiler - It was and I had tuna rolls and green tea mochi and it was awesome

other blogs: None on this pen name ha

do i get asks: Sure here and there. The blog’s still kinda new, though

why did i choose this username: Because Hanzo turned his back on the Shimada clan after he thought he killed Genji

following: 48

average amount of sleep: I try to get 8 hours but I usually only get 6 or 7 on work days

what i’m wearing: Sweat pants and a sweater 

dream job: Idk writer or something to do with history. I’m a HUGE history buff

dream trip: Uuuuuh, the moon

favourite food: Anything chicken is usually pretty good to me

play any instruments: Nope, my ADD made sitting still for learning it impossible

eye colour: Blue

hair colour: Dyed blonde, naturally brown

languages you speak:. English. That’s it. I know, I’m not bilingual in this day and age and I should be ashamed of it. I tried taking language classes back in grade school to fix that but they told me not to because I was at a ‘technical level’ which I later learned meant they thought I was too stupid

most iconic song: I mean I really like Money by Mystery Skulls

random fact: I’m right-handed for everything but writing. Then I’m left-handed. Ironic, huh?

describe yourself as aesthetic things: hot chocolate with whipped cream / cold breezes / loose and comfortable black clothing / spurts of activity with naps in the middle / being really bad at describing aesthetic things and not really getting the point so writing just about anything

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💌!

Symbols for the mun

💌 I just think you’re amazing

{Thanks a ton! That means a lot!}

     “You honor the mun me.”

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getyerashebackheremccree‌:

They weren’t hard to miss, honestly. Three looked exactly alike, two were omnics, and the one woman had hair white as snow and eyes red as blood. The woman was directing them to gather the loot and put it on a hovering platform while she kept her eyes peeled and her rifle at the ready for any signs of trouble.

Trouble didn’t usually just walk right up and start talking, so she was caught a bit off guard by the man who was speaking. Seemingly alone, she trained her Viper on him and snarled. “Likely story, buddy. Reckon ya should jest move it along before ya get hurt.”

Were this the same Hanzo years back, he’d be tempted to unleash the dragon on all these fools and render conversation ultimately unnecessary. But ever since his meeting with Genji, his warrior’s spirit faltered more often at times, and he found himself more passive with each meeting and less bloodthirsty. 

He put up a hand to indicate he wasn’t pulling a weapon, slowly pulling out his phone and showing her the screen. On it was a picture of some business man of no particular consequence to the Deadlock Gang, but of a great deal to Hanzo’s client.

     “I just need proof of this man’s death and I’ll be on my way. Would you rather me wait until your subordinates pick the debris clean of valuables? I can be very patient.”

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thexdragonxbecomesxme‌:

“Yes, Master Zenyatta,” Genji smiled behind his mask fondly, “he saved me and made me whole.”

Genji reached up and removed his helmet, running his fingers through his dark green hair with a smile. “Come, I know a good place,” he said softly, leading them through back streets to a small, quiet bar. It was the kind of place where few entered, making it easy to be alone. 

“What would you like?” he asked, finding them a booth in the back and standing to go get something. 

“Sake?”

It would be difficult to sit and have a drink with Genji. Hanzo’s eyes would be forced to lay upon the face he permanently scarred. The brother he meant to kill. The brother he sometimes wished had fallen with honor that day instead of confused the archer and weakened his warrior’s spirit within.

The two were nothing alike, but a small spark within Hanzo lit when it seemed his brother remembered his favorite drink.

The archer’s reckless actions were only a step away from being a convoluted suicide note, awaiting a worthy warrior’s death.

     “I do not know what you think will come of this, but I shall not refuse a free drink. Sake would be just fine.”

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Symbols for the mun

💝 I ship our muses, but we’ve never interacted

✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me

💍 I want to be exclusives with you 

⭐️ We don’t rp, but I desperately wish we did

☀️ I want to rp with you, but I’m not sure how

💔 We’ve rp’ed in the past, but now we don’t

🎂 I’m new to your blog, and I want to be friends

🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!

💡 I have a thread idea for us!

💌 I just think you’re amazing

💥 We’re not mutuals, but I wish you’d notice me

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Symmetra: Who let Lucio in here?!

Vishkar Goon: Sorry, Ms. Vaswani! I tried to stop him but he skated past me and said, and I quote, 'Fuck the police.' He then proceeded to tilt every painting on the way here.

Symmetra: Ugh, walking through that hallway is going to give me SUCH a headache now.

Lucio: Heheheheheh.

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The debris of a hypertrain scattered the ground of the broken track in this part of the American Southwest. The archer, bow loosely held in one hand, began scouting out the area for his target. There he came across some rather tough looking individuals with ‘Deadlock Gang’ on their clothes, all of them seemingly reporting to one woman.

     “Greetings. I have no quarrel with this ‘gang’ of yours, nor do I care about whatever fight it is you are having. A man I was meant to kill was on that hypertrain and my client needs me to gather confirmation of his death. Will you be any trouble if I check the wreckage?” 

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Hanzo managed to find a contract that happened to align with his own goals. The intelligence he was able to gather allowed him to figure out that the top of a specific building would grant him the best vantage point for his target. 

That is to say, he was surprised to see another marksman on this roof with him. Did she have a contract, too? Is that why she had that rifle? He certainly hoped they weren’t after the same person... or that she was here to protect said person...

     “What brings you here? Are you here to kill someone?”

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Hanzo promised himself he’d forge his own path. He wouldn’t join the allies of his irresponsible brother Genji. But he certainly wouldn’t pine after the leaders of Talon to restore his family’s honor and glory for a price he probably wasn’t willing to pay.

Granted, Sombra had connections to Talon, but Hanzo’s sources told him she would be willing to tell him anything he needed for the right price. He was only warned to keep his secrets close to his chest. It was fine by him, his secrets couldn’t be accessed by any computer anyway. 

     “I have been looking for you. I need your help, and I am willing to discuss prices.”

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Hanzo didn’t know why, but this woman looked familiar for some reason. Her stance... her walk... reminded him a bit of himself. Lost. Without purpose. Stuck in a limbo with two mysterious choices hanging in the balance.

He had time before he had to travel again, so Hanzo went ahead and (eventually) made conversation.

     “Greetings. I could not help but notice your sword. I used to be a bit of a swordsman myself.”

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Hanzo, in his travels, found himself in the American Southwest. A cup of warm sake to raise his spirits before him as he sat beside a man he had no idea had worked so closely with his brother in the past.

He turned to McCree, a question lingering in the archer’s mind.

     “You there. Cowboy. Do you have the time?”

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mistxrpig‌:

dash is dead. if you’re an active overwatch rp blog or even just open to cross overs please reblog this, I need to be active here but its hard to do that with nothing on the dash

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amesyeuxrien‌:

         ♠<♛>♠

the fool. it is a wonder that he does not know her, seeing that her identity is more widespread than his is. the Widowmaker flips her hair and struts around him, eyes flicking up and down his form. she’s taller than him, but the prosthetic calves give her that edge of height. he’s moody, unpredictable. 

                                                            ❝  malheureux ❞

the Widowmaker hums, letting her heels give the extra click, letting her body sway ever so slightly. she is intimidating, and she relishes in it.

                            ❝ i was created to murder.  ❞

she remarks, stroking her rifle with the utmost care,

                                       ❝ in a past life, never. but it is my fate now, shimada. et vous ne pouvez pas échapper au destin. ❞

Whether it was because of Hanzo’s basic grasp of linguistics, or the dragon pulsing within him telling him that Widowmaker’s words rang true, the archer somehow understood that last sentence with surprising ease.

     “Yes, our destinies are usually our true masters.” 

At least, it gave Hanzo a little solace to think that some kind of higher power like fate controlled the conflicts around him, because he couldn’t imagine if all the fault and responsibility fell on him.

His eyes followed the woman as she circled him. Hanzo did not look unsettled, but he could see why a lesser man might have been. Her elegance reminded him of a dancer, but her gaze reminded him of a tigress. 

     “I suppose you could say I’m a murderer, too. But my kills are not random and without meaning, like your precious Talon.”

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thexdragonxbecomesxme‌:

“Evil and good are concepts with no real meaning,” Genji murmured softly, “it is only in achieving balance between order and chaos where we can know peace.” 

He can see the disquiet in his brother. Can practically feel it. 

“Well then, let us speak of it no more, you will make your choices and they are what you must live with. I only hope that you can know peace as I have come to know it,” he said, laughing. 

He tilted his head a little, chuckling. “I do not have to meet with my master for a few hours. Can I buy you a drink, anija?”

     “Master?”

For the longest time during their youth, it was Hanzo that tried to teach Genji how the world worked. He didn’t want to listen to any teachings--not just from him, but from Sojiro, from the elders, and from any instructor he was assigned. Who could possibly have captured the young ‘Sparrows’ attention for more than a minute? 

This sounded too wise and disciplined from the Genji Hanzo knew. And to be honest, he wasn’t sure which Genji he preferred. One thing was certain: ten years ago, both the brothers died a little bit. 

     “I suppose it is difficult to keep high spirits with no spirits. I will accept your offer.”

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Gabriel: Thanks for getting us out of that Talon security cell, Jack.

Jesse: Reyes was a prison-

Gabriel: MCCREE!

Jesse: ...-bitch.