#technotranquility.

[roadhook]

            "people choose to follow you.”

            his voice reverberates inside his gas mask, quiet &. level despite the tightened clutch on his hook. his grip soon loosens - though built the same as those that destroyed the outback, the monk had not participated.

            it’s enough to earn a reluctant acceptance.

            “they accept scrap metal’s wisdom.” / @technotranquility​. sc.

[koeii]

starter call / @technotranquility​.

He takes a seat in the open area. Heavy is his mind, there have been many things that have left him shaken to the core. The fact that Genji had survived had been a hard fact to swallow, even more so on what he looked like and how much damage he had committed. Hanzo has yet to find really a place that he belongs after everything. He discarded his clans ties after what he had been done to his brother. ‘Even if he has forgiven me, I have not forgiven myself.” It’s muttered into the air as he settles to fall into a meditation, thoughts more than often sour. There are many things he wishes he could erase. 

[diechotic]

          being in the same room as the monk is strange, to say the least; tekhartha mondatta was a good person, in spite of the fire he’d fallen under— his successor sitting before her. she’d known it would happen— it tends to happen while travelling the world, but she’s unprepared all the same.

          the silence in the air is suffocating. it accompanies the chill of the air in her lungs on every inhale, reminding her with each breath. winter’s air has long since gone frigid, finding peace in the warmth of her flight gear.

          “... why here, zenyatta?” she finally asks— wincing at the directness of the question. she can tell from the sanctum how disconnected the place is from life.

          “if you don’t mind my asking, of course— but why all the way up here?”

                                                                                       @technotranquility​. call.