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Day two of @aughtpunk and @wynteraโs Mchanzo week!- AU
So here we are, in Night Vale
Hanzo was only mostly sure he was still driving in the right direction. His GPS had been bugging out for the last mile or two, and when heโd broken out his compass he found itโs needle spinning in irreverent circles.
So he kept on, a little bit of map guidance and a lot of gut instinct. Something was pulling him forward. Heโd dismiss it as heat exhaustion, or wishful thinking, but there was a faint twinge in the tattoo around his arm that told him otherwise. It was a mental effort to keep the dragons in the tattoo- to keep them from roaring off into the sand in the direction of the strange pull. ย He understood much more how Genji had ended up in the middle of the American desert. Heโd dismissed it at first, but heโd felt the pull in his gut since the last of the buildings had dropped out behind him. Genji had disappeared from a business meeting in Santa Fe years ago, somehow gone completely. Hanzo thought he understood much better now why. He could imagine his brother- still young, a hat clamped down over his hair. Heโd taken a walk. Hanzo saw him hit the edge of the desert in his mind eye- and just keeping on. The pull in the soles of his feet.
Genjiโd last been seen four miles north, stealing a motorcycle.
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