#cyborgain

       “... ah.. I thought I might find you here..” Angela murmured, stepping from the relative shade of an elaborate gazebo, one of many that connected the lush gardens within the city of Oasis. The doctor kept her voice low, sensitive to the possibility that Genji was occupied with his meditation. “...this place is... remarkable, don’t you think?”

       There was something about Oasis that reminded Ziegler of her former patient. Perhaps it was the city’s unlikelihood, how it thrived in the harshest of conditions despite all odds suggesting it should not. Or perhaps the correlation was not so uplifting, considering how Oasis had only come to be through the sheer will of scientists who -- Mercy knew -- would like let nature take its course. 

       Drawing a calming breath, the doctor tipped her head back and surveyed the gardens, their vibrant colors and untroubled existence. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, reminded herself that not everything good in the world must come at a price, and reached into her pocket to withdraw a familiar creation.

H E A D C A N O N 

Origami Sparrows.

      It was a strange thing to have decorating the desk of a Doctor, particularly one that lived as lean as Angela Ziegler. But certainly, they were hers; folded out of spare lab result pages and old examination charts, words such as mononucleosis and carcinogenic patterned on tiny wings like tattoos. 

      She would fold them, in small moments of quiet when her mind drifted, wondering about the fate of her patients (and one patient, in particular). A skill that had become second nature entirely by accident, not forgotten even after the long years that passed between now and the day Genji Shimada arrived at her facility for care. 

      The youngest of the Dragon Clan had been long in healing, even with Ziegler's nanobiotics and cybernetics providing every advantage. Months stretched out, the promise of a long road before Genji even had hope of seeing daylight, of breathing outside air again. Mercy had heard... somehow ... that Genji felt a predilection for sparrows. And since she could not bring the real thing into the sterile environment where Shimada convalesced, she found another way. 

      The first of the little folded sparrows were rudimentary and crude, but Angela improved, steadily, persistently. She left them within Genji's line of sight, close enough to touch, a quiet symbol that the world outside would not abandon him to these four hospital walls. The Doctor liked to think that these offerings laid the seed for their friendship, turned despair to hope and defeat into determination.

thats a lot of children…

                                                    𝑐𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛

if you asked, jack would tell you that he couldn’t sleep at night. but if you really knew him, you would know that he never even tries. constantly alert, his mind as distracting as a flickering light. he’d rather be awake and doing something useful than laying in a cold bed playing cat and mouse with the ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅs of his past.

so he spent his nights patrolling around the watchpoint; sometimes with a too-hot cup of coffee in hand, but ALWAYS on the lookout for trouble. 

of course he couldn’t help but stumble upon his fellow heroes from time to time. 

o h m y go d

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.

The woman trembled in her son’s arms, a smile still present on bloodied lips. She had never expected for assassins to find them. Nor did she realize how dangerous it would be to summon her dragon. Sure it had helped them win the battle but it also had left her vulnerable enough to be struck with a deadly blow. It was becoming harder to breathe, to see and to sense. 

“Hush my little sparrow… It’s okay..” She said with a quiet, broken voice. Reaching up she gently wrapped her arms around her son’s neck only to click the little buttons in back which removed the visor. She wanted to see his face before the dragons took her. 

“I will always be with you my handsome boy.” Amaya wheezed softly, brushing her thumb against the scarred skin of his cheek. “I love you, my sweet Genji. I always have.” By this point the gaping wound had gotten the better of her. She knew there were only moments left. It was time to say her farewell.