#mysteadyblade

Months.

It had been months since Genji had disappeared. The first, Zenyatta had looked for him like a man posessed. The second, he had started looking less, slowly accepting that his student might’ve gone his own way. The third, when still having no news of him, he had stopped looking, but had kept his hopes up, sometimes still sending a message to Genji’s phone, in the hopes of getting a response. The fifth, he had left Overwatch, returning to his travels, and eventually ending up back in Nepal, back at the monastery.

The sixth, even though still heartbroken, he had accepted that Genji was gone.

So to see his student alive and, well, not that well but at least alive, standing in front of the steps of the monastery had the omnic monk dropping the broom he was using to sweep the stairs with. 

“Genji?”

His voice was soft, sounding almost broken as he walked down the steps of the monastery, towards the cyborg. He halted when he was in front of him, giving the man some personal space, but close enough to reach out to him. Not touching him yet, his hand stilling in the air. 

“I could also be couching or choking. My face does not really give it away.” The omnic says as he mock wipes something away from the left slit on his mask. His body had been shaking a little, and chirruping noises had mostly left his voicebox.A hand moves up, cupping Genji’s cheek fondly, yet carefully, a bit distant even. Afraid to touch.

This world was cruel to those born without without wings, and even more so to those who damaged them, or lost them.

Zenyatta never had any wings to begin with. Now you may ask, was he born without them? No. Zenyatta was omnic, a ‘man-made’ creation. They had not been gifted wings like humans did, and instead were grounded. Some omnics had found a way around this concept and had developped an ability to hover. It wasn’t flying, but it was still more than enough to get around.

Zenyatta was one of those omnics. It was rare, to see an omnic hover, and most who did, no, the only one’s who did belonged to the Shamabli. It is said that their spiritula enlightment had allowed them to hover.

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“Green cyborg ninja!” Zenyatta says amused, laughing. It slowly dies down, and he shakes his head.

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ x ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ x ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute          [ x ] Adorable          [ x ] Attractive          [ x ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [ x ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

Closed starter for @my-steady-blade 

Zenyatta was still getting used to being human. He was less strong than in his omnic form, but softer now, and was able to do things he couldn’t do before. Like swimming, properly eating and chewing food, and more minor things. It felt great.

He was still able to fight, but he noticed that at the end of the day, he’d get really tired, too tired to stand on his legs any longer. Mercy had confirmed that due muscle degeneration, his legs were thinner than that they normally should be, making it hard for Zenyatta to walk. Must be due the hovering, she had said. 

Luckily, they still had a wheelchair that he could use. At first, it had been an odd thing, and he had needed help to get around with it. Now he mostly could do that by himself, however sometimes someone would still push him.

He would’ve liked it if it were Genji.

The night was young, and Zenyatta was sitting on the tiny balcony that his room had at the base, looking up at the sky. He would’ve loved to share this form with Genji. His brightest pupil had been gone for quite a while now, with being listed as MIA, and nobody really knowing where he had gone. Zenyatta knew. Zenyatta had tried to get him back.

He had ended up less fortunate.

He had tried many times to relocate Genji, searched for files, looked for clues, had accepted any mission as to where he could find Genji, track him down, but nothing. Genji had erased all information about himself, and it only saddened the former monk more.

These things had happened before. She’d get sloppy, appear in halfa or dragon form in front of an audience that were more fearful than some, and the wrong people would hear. 

She just never considered she’d end up being hunted in her own streets, in her own city. 

Talon, that’s what they were called, what she’d seen on bullet-proof vests and uniforms when they tracked her through Hyde Park with guns and harpoons and worse things that she hadn’t stuck around to find out what they did. There’d not even been time to change back to her halfa form.

The dragon limped through alleyways, knocking trashcans left and right but terribly aware that the minute she got into the open these Talon people would be on her again. If they weren’t already following her down these darker streets.