The raw sound of clean metal against a sheath slowly dragging the weapon from its prison haunted the Shimadas ears, the blade was steady in a trembling hand as the younger Shimada had sat in place, utterly and completely lost. Suddenly the curt slide of the tall door had shifted to the left, there, stood a figure in the entrance faced behind the youngest.
It had to be, His brother had instructed him to be here, in the Dojo. Typically, Genji wouldn't of even showed up, but the seriousness in his brothers already stone-cold demeanor was particularly motivating to get up off his ass, lately... He had gotten lazier, and he knew it. His breath steadied as he was faced away from his sibling, Half lulled lids relaxed as the younger had knelt on the ground, respectfully. His own blade before him, ready to bow before their session, which, Genji presumed to be the routine practice they did a few times a week, it was no surprise to him, but his brother had yet to resume position before they could start. The optimistic and carefree accented voice once again carried as Genji parted his full lips.
Only to be crudely interrupted.
In mid breath, there was a sudden sound, the sound of Metal lancing through the middle of his right shoulder, near the collarbone had him stop dead in his tracks- His breath hitched as his vision became abruptly hazy, his trembling right hand lifted, only to haphazardly crawl towards the area, where the Katana had jutted halfway through his thin body, feeling the blade, and dragging his shaking thumb over the sharp weapon. His mouth, still slightly gaped open had, instead of words, started to spit up some heavy blood, spilling over his chin and staining his outfit prematurely. It wasn't long before the screaming were to follow as the haunting sound a sword cutting into Bone and flesh, the deep aroma of blood had filled his senses while limbs were carelessly being removed with little fight the Younger could sustain, with the faint plead-screaming slowly faded out.
"Shimada, you listening?"
A gruff, aged voice had muttered abruptly, it was none other then Soldier's as not only he- but, three others huddled together, devising some sort of plot, Genji suddenly sprung his eyes open, turning his helmet in direction of the grouped up team- He had been so in tune with his meditation that he fell asleep, admittingly. But they didn't need to know that. " I am." A white lie. The organization didn't need to know that he still had these nightmares, but they were frequent, every other night the same dream, sometimes, in different locations would rehearse in his troubled mind, no matter the prescription, no matter the exercise, no matter how many times he meditated and ultimately accepted forgiveness, his mind was still unsettled on the circumstance, Genji needed to face his demons head on. Genji's eyes had been cloaked in a heavy helmet, that was close to always mounted on his new, enhanced body, The neon green visor fixated on the old Soldier as he eased dropped, the group going over the state of their situation once more.
This time, Winston piped up. " But who ..Or what could they be after?"
Soldier's head fixated on the Shimada while a deep, agitated sigh had emerged from his throat, he could understand the puzzled look even without seeing his face, by now, so once again, He'd rehearse the situation at hand, only this time with a head cocked in the others direction. " Talon's been searching for new meat. It's rumored they're looking for some to fill in, question is- .. Who, or what."
Winston, brows knitting together had emerged a- " Hey!" As in, he mentioned the last of Soldiers lecture, first. but hadn't added on after that.
This Troubled Genji, not because he had a snaking suspicion, but because the threat of another deadly member of Talon could add tot he already deeply frustrating battle against the rivalry, with the Damage inflicted by Doomfist, it was already a served struggle... But who else could they be considering? The options were limitless. Genji's palm pressed against the ground as he sprung up from his seated position. Headed towards the exist of the massive ship, there was a sign that the Ninja was going to take off, which, he was absolutely right.
"Hey." The raspy voice had piped up. " Be careful out there." It was heartfelt to say the least, however, Genji had caught on and nodded. " Understood." the filtered voice had carried, and pressed to open the heavy door to the ship,, letting him out. Wind hit him, Dorado, so unsuspecting, so seemingly innocent. The stringed up lights and tall dim lit buildings decorated in alleys of littered neon graffiti, there was something calming about the faint foreign music that played in the widows of some neighboring buildings, an' assortment of culture for the Asian to explore. Here, was the rumored dealings of Talon, recruiting new members ripe for the picking... But, Genji had this unsettling knot tied up in his stomach that there was something ominous about the situation. He started off, head first.
His enhanced digits hooking into the corners of a wall and letting himself climb until he met the roof. There, the height gave him an' advantage, he could see over buildings, through obsticals, and even through some narrow passage ways, if it were anywhere, he knew that in those tight alleyways was where the real danger would immerse itself. He sank himself into a small crouch before taking it upon himself to catapult himself from roof, to roof, real spiderman like. " Gh-!" He stumbled at the last roof, and even slammed his palm down against the side of a pillar, before he calmed himself down, and stalked towards the edge of the roof. He was between a few narrow passage ways, with a small bridge between them and Genji approached the bridge but didn't yet step on it. He was careful, the visor settling on any traps that he could have come across, but instead of traps- He did catch something that glimmered in the distance, that, being the massive hulking arm of Doomfist, along side him was none other then Sombra. Either Talon member was faced in the same direction, and moving the corner of their lips, As Genji watched, he tried to focus on just *whom* it was they could have been speaking *to*.. But, before he could really get an understanding, or make a report back to Soldier, via, the speaker attached to his helmet, either Talon member looked to be wrapping it up and turning away from the figure.
"Shit." The heavy accented filtered voice had emitted, fumbling to gather himself, to start stalking towards the figure that had been confronted, but before he moved again, the figure seemed to move towards him, Being that he was an' eyesore, Neon green circles littering his figure, against silver, he started to stalk around the roof until he found the figure on the other side of the bridge, connecting to roofs together, still oblivious to whom this soul was, Genji prepared an' ambush, feeling with certainty if they wanted this man, it had to be someone powerful. Genji sat on the inside of the bridge wall until he felt absolutely ready.. Exhaled, and rounded the corner until the pads of the artificial balls of his feet had hit the floor with the faintest of thuds.
" You are a fool to consider such an offer. "
The heavy filtered voice had emerged, once at least one hundred feet from the bowman, it wasn't until just now, in this very moment could Genji really see whom this figure was, The skinny ankles, the baggy Yakuta and the messy pulled back hairstyle and stoic features.
