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[whatshimadayou]

Who: Hanzo Shimada & YOU
When: Mid-August
Where: Various locations! Shooting range, garden, and observation deck ahoy.
What: Catch-all for Hanzo. Shooting up targets with arrows, trying (and failing) to meditate, and then watching the stars.
Warnings: Angry ninja



i. - rooty tooty point and shooty | shooting range

[Things are from quiet in his mind.

Years ago, when he still held a blade, archery had been his source to calm his mind. It forced him to focus, consider the shot, and keep his mind clear. It gave him peace when few other things would. Now, with the bow and arrow being his main weapon, it's less meditation, more practice.

It doesn't help as it used to.

He doesn't hold a gun. Instead, he's peering down the targets like he'd almost prefer to gut them somehow, or he has a specific face on them in mind. Every arrow fired is deliberate, with purpose.

And every one of them hit home.

Eventually, he lowers his bow and lets out an irritable sigh, feeling no less calm than he did when he started.

Whenever you enter, he's turning his head sharply to look at you, snapping:]

What.


ii. - not a single bit of growth | garden

[Hanzo knows how to meditate. He used to, often, in his younger years.

He hasn't for sometime now.

The gardens are a pleasant surprise and welcoming presence. The air is less stale here, and gives him the feeling that he isn't as far from Earth as the truth.

He's seated on the ground, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed in concentration. Despite his attempts, he is completely tense, like a string ready to snap.

When he hears you, Hanzo lets out an annoyed growl:]

Whatever it is you are doing, do it somewhere else or another time.


iii. - the stars have secrets | observation deck

[And still, here is the truth: him, on a spaceship, traveling to who knows where with a ship full of various creatures and people from across the galaxy, time and space, and dimensions.

Genji included.

It was all difficult to take for the first couple of weeks, and now isn't so much different, but there's almost a more morose, bitter acceptance at his situation. So, it is here, Hanzo sits in front of the window. His eyes aren't watching the stars at the moment.

Instead, his fingers are busy, folding paper. He's already made some origami, as seen by the small collection next to him of various shapes and animals.

He's tired. This is the next best thing.

Better than sleeping, anyway.]

Comments

shooting range

[a_shadow]

[ She shoots him a look, her eyebrow raised. He's pretty quick to jump to irritation, considering she's just come in minding her own business. Nevertheless, she's the one in charge of this space and she's the one with the keys to the cabinet. ]

We have a target block for shooting arrows at, you know.

[ All shooting at the paper targets is going to do is blunt his arrows when they hit the wall beyond. ]

[whatshimadayou]

[Needless to say, even if knowing that information, it's a good chance that Hanzo couldn't care less.

Hanzo snorts at her words and turns his attention back to what he's doing.]

I will practice here. And you are distracting me.

[a_shadow]

Don't cry to me when your arrows are worthless later.

[ Tex goes into a lane two aisles down from him and pulls out her pistol. She believes in caring for one's equipment, but it's not her problem if this guy insists on ruining his. ]

[whatshimadayou]

And do not speak to me as if I do not know what I am doing.

[It's difficult to say if he simply doesn't care about the arrows, or if he has something in mind -- or perhaps he does not know actually what he is doing.

But his stern voice certainly does not imply he cares to hear her opinion on the matter.]

[a_shadow]

I'm just saying, whatever ends up happening is not my fault.

[ She sets up her own paper target and retracts it back to the wall using the controls. Once it's in place, she begins firing—one-handed, since that's what she needs the most practice doing. ]

ii

[wallride]

[lúcio looks up and over at hanzo, raising an eyebrow. he turns slightly, holding up a small microphone.]

How else am I gonna get nature sounds for you, man?

ii

[hopeslastreward]

[So. Nagito Komaeda works in the garden. He takes care of the copious amounts of kittens that live near the kitten-growing tree (and roam elsewhere around the place). This puts him in a bit of a predicament when Hanzo starts yelling at him to cut it out.]

Ah! I'm very sorry, sir! [He straightens his posture from the crouch he was in before, letting the kitten scamper off into the underbrush.] I was trying to be quiet because I noticed you were busy, but the cats seem to have other plans.

[He smiles apologetically.]

[whatshimadayou]

[That earns a little snort and Hanzo turns his head away from the DJ.]

Try to walk a little more lightly, then. A boar has more subtlety than your feet.

[whatshimadayou]

[There are a lot of unusual things that Hanzo had witnessed on his own planet, and since arriving on this ship is still witnessing new and odd things. Goat monsters, skeletons, robots, aliens -- the list goes on with possibilities.

Sure, why not a cat tree.

Hanzo frowns and stands up to approach Nagito and the tree.]

What... exactly is this? And how do you manage it?

[hopeslastreward]

It's a tree that grows cats. [He shrugs.] It arrived here before I did; all I know is that it exists, and it's my job to take care of it.

[He gives Hanzo a look that lets him know Komaeda thinks it's exactly as weird as he does.]

Well, it's about caring for the cats, mostly. But I also have to do things like water it and make sure that no, say, invasive vines start to strangle it, or something.

[They have invasive vines here, another thing he learned early.]

[whatshimadayou]

[Well, once he thinks he's seen everything, there will be a tree that grows felines. Why the hell not? Hanzo glares at the tree, as if it's very presence irritates him.

The glare is less impressive when a kitten bunts his shin with a delighted mewl.

Hanzo sniffs.]

An understandable job, I suppose.

Pardon my shout. I was... deep in thought.

i.

[flashbanging]

[ Reyes is here. Reyes is here. That's the thought ringing in McCree's mind when he comes into the range, his normally easygoing expression stormy. He'd been too weak and exhausted to really turn over the reality of the situation until now, but rest and time to think have only made the anger in his gut fester. He can't let Reyes run amok on the ship; can't let him hurt his--once their--family. Not more than he already has. But what power does Jesse have to stop it? He can't kill the man, and not just because of that damned contract.

So he'll do the next best thing: he'll make sure he's prepared. He'll make sure he's sharp, so that if an opportunity arises, he'll be ready to take it.

He draws Peacekeeper from its holster as he strides towards the targets, not bothering with the ear mufflers or any other gear. As he approaches, he finds that he's not alone.

Ah. This fella. ]

Not a god damn thing, Shimada.

[whatshimadayou]

[In as much as he's not fond of this man, there are things he notices. Difficult to not, really, with how this is another moment he's run into him. There are times in which Hanzo has deeply considered to just keeping to himself in this ship when he's not working.

But that would serve no purpose if he wishes to discover a way to return Genji home.

There is a temptation as well to simply ignore McCree, but the difference in behavior is as clear as a sun shining in his eyes. Usually he portrays a lazy, easygoing nature with a clever look in his eye. Today, he is irritable, angry even. Something has upset him, and nothing to do with Hanzo.

Another arrow flies, aim true.]

You are ill-suited to lie right now.

[Hanzo takes out an arrow, drawing it back. He snorts.]

If it is enough to put you in such a mood, that is impressive.

[It may be an invitation to talk, or not. Either way, he fires again.]

[flashbanging]

[ He takes up position in the lane behind Hanzo; sets up the target; works the controls as though he was born to them. They're crude, to his understanding of such things, but that just makes them easier to handle. He doesn't say anything until the target's in position. ]

I ain't no liar.

[ He fires, and the noise is like thunder, like a whip crack. The bullet goes right through the target's head, dead center. He fires again, hitting the heart, again with precision; with rage.

He's not so bound up in himself that he doesn't notice Hanzo's own skill. On another day, he might have commented on it right away; might've been sly, teasing. But not right now. Not when he's still aching from the various assaults of the past few days. ]

[wallride]

I was hardly moving!

[he huffs, switching the device off.]

You're picking on me.

[whatshimadayou]

All men lie.

[It is boldly spoken as fact, just before the crack of Peacemaker thundering obnoxiously in the shooting range. It is more traditional for a gun to be here, but it is still annoying, despite McCree's apparent skill with a firearm.

It is not his place to tell him to leave, despite all temptation.

Hanzo snorts, releasing his arrow.]

Unless you praise yourself to be the hero so many valued Overwatch to be.

[whatshimadayou]

You move more than you think.

[He snorts and folds his arms, closing his eyes once more.]

I do not pick on anyone.

[wallride]

[lúcio flops back onto the grass, crossing his arms and pouting.]

You do. You're totally picking on me. I bet if I lay right here and don't move you'll have something to complain about.

[whatshimadayou]

Only if you are going to continue to pout over there.

That is also rather noisy.

i.

[worn_wings]

[This ship, he's discovered, is huge, which makes it almost funny how unbearably confining it feels. It's not just being stuck indoors, it's knowing there's nothing else-- that beyond the walls of the ship is emptiness, and beyond that are a hundred worlds he doesn't understand a goddamn bit.

That's making him restless, and with nowhere to go, he decides to try to get some energy out in the next best way he knows. Not sure of what kind of facilities they've got available, he brings both his crossbow and the roll of throwing knives Carol gave him.

He's not really expecting anyone to challenge his showing up in the training room, so when the stranger already standing there snaps at him, he narrows his eyes. Off to a good start, huh.]

Nothin'. [Not the least bit cowed, he draws himself up a bit out of habit.] Public space, ain't it?

[flashbanging]

[ Well, that was true enough. True, too, that he was a liar; that he'd spent most of his time in Blackwatch engaging in elaborate lies as a matter of course. As a matter of duty. He lies now, too, or rather he's evasive about certain subjects. Nearly everyone he'd met from the old team had questioned his arm. None of them knew the real story. He's not keen to share it.

But when it came to who he was, how he presented himself--that wasn't a lie. That was true. He's just having a real bad day.

He scowls. ]

Never billed myself as a hero. Not everybody in there was.

[ He can't think of a single soul in Blackwatch who'd call themselves a hero with a straight face. Maybe not even Reyes himself. Not towards the end.

He takes another shot. Another bullet through the target's head. ]

[whatshimadayou]

Well. That much can be presented as truth.

[There's a moment as Hanzo seems to consider their situation. Another arrow fired shortly after McCree's gunshot. The questions remain: why was McCree's behavior different? Something personal, possibly. The same thing or something different than what had attacked him?

Ultimately, none of it immediately concerns him. The point is: McCree's in a difficult position. A mood.]

If you were not a hero, then what were you? Besides someone insufferable.

[flashbanging]

[ He gets himself a fresh target, and he fires three bullets into its chest; precise shots, one after the other, lightning fast, the noise crashing against the walls of the space. He thinks of the ranges he practiced in as a kid; how they had limits for how fast a person could shoot, how much ammo they could use. Fortunately, none of that applies here.

It registers, of course, that Hanzo's insulting him; he doesn't much care, though. The man's made his position clear. There's no point in contesting it. ]

Me? I did the rough work. I did what other people didn't want to do.

[ He sounds just slightly embittered. Though he was well prepared for what Blackwatch asked of him, even at seventeen, he didn't always want to do that work, either. Especially not as time went on. As things got worse. As Reyes got worse. ]

[whatshimadayou]

[Isn't that the way of it? No organization is ever completely clean, no matter the publicity. Hanzo knows.

But any empathy he might have is locked away by anger and selfishness, punctuated by another arrow flying.]

So you were part of operations not meant to be seen.

[Which does explain, to a point, the man's cleverness and insightful perceptions. A natural knack and being trained into it, perhaps?]

Genji was not part of that. [In part a question. Mostly a statement.

His brother never would agree to it.]

[flashbanging]

He sure as hell wasn't.

[ Jesse glowers at the target, riddled now with bullets. He sets both palms down flat on the counter. ]

Me and him had significantly different terms of recruitment.