#scjiro

   ( ♞ )     Even a decade after the tragic  f a l l  from grace which had greeted the once prestigious organization that had pushed back the nightmare of the crisis there still came many who carried the memories of such heroism, scattered few who  l i n g e r e d  long after the final closing call of the museum and would  b e c k o n  security out to gently  g u i d e  such figures out of the building with gentle assurances and  f l e e t i n g  memories of a past now merely artifacts upon podiums, the Blackwatch section  d r a w i n g  an even more intriguing audience as the director did her best to avoid the exhibit when she could ; the risk of her connection becoming painted upon her countenance the weight of her crimes, the reminder of youthful rage.  ❝   ——History has a way of doing that to some I’ve noticed, so there is no need to apologize, sir,   ❞ darkened hues remain pointedly removed from the few  p i e c e s  of a past marred with blood and questionable judgement, painted lips slowly curving into a gentle smile as she  b e c k o n e d  her posture towards the exit,  ❝   I was just on my way out now ; would you mind escorting me out—— ?   ❞

“This is going to be a headache.”

“Come on, Gabe. I’m not a princess, I can take care of myself if something happens.”

“I know that, I’m not an idiot. But a public festival is just asking for trouble, even without confirmed reports of Sojiro Shimada and his family attending. I just don’t want the headache of dealing with you if you get shot or poisoned by an enemy of Overwatch in hostile territory when we’ve already dealt with enough shit just getting to talk to Japanese delegates in the first place.”

“First of all, if a poison can break through my system I’ll be impressed. And secondly, I’m pretty sure murder of foreign delegates is frowned upon in most situations and even moreso during a festival. Plus, if I have to go through another three hours of Watanabe talking about their demands for trade with Overwatch without a break--”

“You’re already at the festival, aren’t you?”

“I have taiyaki and it’s really good, Gabe.”

“Whatever, I’ve done my part.” He could hear the amusement in Gabe’s voice. It’d only started to break through halfway through his first spiel. He knew why he was called. Public record just in case Jack did manage to do something stupid. Not so much an ‘I-told-you-so’ as it was reminding Jack not to be an idiot in semi-hostile territory. A friendly jabbing for Jack’s penchant for following sources of food.

Jack, for his part, was already exploring. He’d taken pictures for himself, taken pictures with people who recognized him. He wondered if it’d be moreso when Overwatch become more of an international sensation beyond what media and tabloids had already tried to stir up. But the fact that the Shimada patriarch was confirmed to be in the festival area was an interesting notion. Jack was unarmed, and he would wonder if he counted on the public festival’s protection too much if he wasn’t confident in his knowledge of the festival. At least to the point that murdering someone during an Obon festival wouldn’t do too well for him.

communication wheel. | accepting.

Soujiro: You no longer carry the blade I gave you.

Hanzo: So you’ve noticed.

Soujiro: If you commit the deed, at the very least you should not flinch from its memory.

Hanzo: I have no need for riddles.

Soujiro: I have no need for lies. You know very well what I speak of—now ask yourself: who are you trying to convince?

Hanzo: You’re one to speak of deception. We thought you dead!

Soujiro: And look what became of our home in my absence. Torn to ash from your ambition.

Hanzo: Ambition? Genji would not heed warnings!

Soujiro: Nor did you! Have you forgotten respect as well as what I taught you?

Hanzo: Father—

Soujiro: You played into their hands.

Soujiro: But do not look so stricken—the blame is mine as well as yours, though you act a fool.

Soujiro: Hanzo.

Hanzo: Come to shame me further?

Soujiro: Cease your barking and listen for once. Look beyond your wounded pride.

Soujiro: You are still my son.

Soujiro: I would have us set matters to rights. Come.

Hanzo: … I will bring the sake.

Soujiro: Good.

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[OVERWATCH AU.]

Soujiro: Overwatch. I did not see such a decision for you.

Hanzo: That is because I did not make it for myself.

Soujiro: Genji, then.

Hanzo: Yes. I have thought long on how to mend things between us, but the wounds I left are deep.

Soujiro: He has already forgiven you.

Hanzo: I understand.

Hanzo: But a bird once told me I must forgive myself as well.

Hanzo: This is not my home, but here—at the very least I may try to find my place.

Soujiro: Your marksmanship has improved much since I last saw you in battle!

Hanzo: I was still a child, then. Many years have passed.

Soujiro: You do well. Almost as well as your work with a sword.

Soujiro: Almost.

Hanzo: Do you ever miss home?

Soujiro: It would be dishonest if I claimed I did not.

Hanzo: I find myself forgetting small things with each year that passes.

Hanzo: Mother’s laugh. The location of the tree we planted to bloom.

Soujiro: Time is a thief—it cannot be helped.

Hanzo: I suppose you’re right.

   ❝ Criminals to the law aren’t always bad people, ❞ he remarks somewhat quietly, as if afraid he might be overheard and put on blast for sympathizing with a criminal. ❝ And even if you are a bad person, there is very little as respectable as putting your family first through everything. Over.watch is my family, and that’s why I put myself through all the shit I deal with. Sometimes it feels like it’s not worth it, but it is my family. ❞

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vine memes. | always accepting.

The bullet lands cleanly into the skull of his father’s target, and the teenage Hanzo has seen enough of the world he’s meant to inherit to not flinch at the sight. The man had screamed as he saw the bullet incoming. Dishonorable coward. Yet it was not so much the sight of death that off-put Hanzo as it was his father’s delivery. Dark brown eyes widened as his father shouted in clear English. Uncouth! Though he dared not say as much.

Stepping over, he avoided the pooling blood to kick the weapon out of the would-be assassin’s hand.

Perhaps his master would learn his lesson: no one came after Shimada Soujiro’s sons.

“Father,” he mused. “Perhaps this is not what we think. We should interview the ones whom this spy interacted with to trace the source. That American in town—Kaitlyn…”