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(i can't remember if i've sent it before or not so rry if i did BUT) "Switcheroo"

meme: closed!

Shimada, now that’s a name everybody’s heard of. One of the most renowned fire nation noble families with a long history in training some of the most fearsome soldiers, the Agni Kai between brothers was a spectacle to behold. Honour is no small matter in the fire nation, to lose it would mean to lose one’s standing in society, and to question your obligation to uphold it - well, that might as well be the same as shedding it entirely. Hanzo doesn’t question his elders’ orders when he finds himself stood opposite Genji, he can’t. Both of them are painfully aware of the duel’s one possible outcome and while it restores honour to the name Shimada, Hanzo wrestles with what comes after the death of his younger brother.

He keeps it inside as long as he can bear, as he knows he should, but the weight of his act wears an aching mind down more and more with each passing day. Hanzo flees the fire nation, believing he doesn’t deserve to be called a Shimada any longer, but in doing so spends years dodging troops of fire nation soldiers chasing his path across the nations. Each technique he had spent hours honing to perfection were turned on his old family and Hanzo continued evading the death that would - by their definition - restore his honour.

At first, an encounter with another firebender assassin isn’t much of a surprise for Hanzo, but as he sends an arc of lightning that would surely draw this battle to a close, it’s redirected with a stance that he hasn’t seen in years. The assassin speaks of a more important fight to the North in a broken voice that rings distantly familiar and is gone before Hanzo can reply. Left with stories of a war machine, ludicrous notions of spirits and another ghost from his past, Hanzo chooses the pursuit of his brother’s aims over finding honour in a world he hasn’t called home for an age.

#[[ whoops this is basically just overwatch but with fire ]]#[[ hope it's okay though and sorry for the wait !! ]]#museijikokeno

Trope!

Badass Baritone

With bonus growl.

#though his actor's voice is actually a little higher than i imagine it #still a good one though #on bigby #museijikokeno

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❖ Satya had yet to work properly with Overwatch for an extended amount of time - Vishkar merely lent her to the organization for missions in which their goals were similar, which was not overly often. She knew many of the operatives names and faces but their personalities often remained a mystery.

Hanzo Shimada was one of those mysteries. He struck her as reserved and withdrawn, which - understanding his past - did not come as much of a surprise. As it was, she rather enjoyed his quiet company and practical way of viewing things.

Perhaps that was what led her to taking a seat next to him in the mostly abandoned bar. “Mr. Shimada,” she nodded towards him, turning towards the bartender and politely ordering a glass of water. “It appears as though you are here as well.”

#museijikokeno #hanzo1 #thanks for liking the starter!!!! these two probably judge everyone silently from a corner

@museijikokeno | STARTER CALL.

Familiar faces are not always welcome, but this is the brother of someone she respects. He is wasting his potential and it’s frustrating, but it’s not up to her to say so. ( not prompted, anyway. ) Pharah nods towards the swordsman, her face friendly enough -- there is no war here to fight. “How are you faring here?”

#HANZO. 01.#MUSEIJIKOKENO #( i hope this is okay!!! i am nervous to write pharah lol )

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“Not another memorable soul to be seen.” She speaks quietly, as if any raised tones will somehow prove her wrong, lips drawn into a thin frown. Wandering about aimlessly has proven useless, not that it has ever done her well before.

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let’s see the color of your credits, @museijikokeno.

JET black curls ruffle under the merchant’s thin digits as he looks upwards, his target of interest being the brown sack trapped between the branches above his head. A plastic bow tears Zacharie’s attention away from his predicament, and he calls out to the owner, one hand cupped to his mouth, and the other waving in a wide arc.

“Hello there, stranger! While it may be a bit of a downgrade, I trust you know your way around that bow, yes? If so, would you be willing to do me a favor and retrieve my satchel for me? With aim like yours, I reckon that your infinite supply of toy arrows will be more than enough!”