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Because, like it or not, we’re not all balls of sunshine all the time. We can be pure salt when we want to be.

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♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

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♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

♚ How many people don’t like you?

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Huǒbàn - Every good fighter needs a good sparring partner. Huǒbàn is Xue's equal in a few ways, and his counsel - even nonverbal - is something that she values deeply. When she needs someone to talk to, he's there, and when she needs someone to test her strength against... he's there. To Xue he's more of a companion than a subordinate, has been since he was a Riolu, and it's unclear whether she actually has a Pokeball to put him in.

Sùdí - Encountering an Annihilape in the wild is, quite understandably, extremely rare. Perhaps something in him called out to her, or perhaps their bout was more fate than fortune. Whatever the case, though they clash fairly often and rather destructively, neither of them would want it any other way. Sùdí has no Pokeball, and would likely abandon Xue if she was unable or unwilling to satisfy his hunger.

Shènglì - A more recent addition, rescued from a similar situation to its minder. Through encouragement and strong support, this one overcame its torment to become confident, powerful, and - most importantly - free. Xue really doesn't know what she has her hands on with Shènglì, but does she really need to? In rare times when it doesn't desire the open sky and the cool breeze, Shènglì resides in a Heal Ball.

Yùzhào - Gifted to Xue by an odd stranger, who seemed more eager to get rid of the beads than anything. She isn't aware of their history, but does know that the emotion felt by the Pokemon created around them is something she's deeply familiar with. Yùzhào might not be a companion that Xue can interact with in the way that's most natural, but under her care the cycle of violence is finally at an end. Until the time's right to unleash fire and havoc, Yùzhào resides in a Net Ball.

Shūshu - The violet flame that wreaths this Pokemon in battle bears a remarkable similarity to her trainer's. Not every occasion calls for violence, and in times where a softer touch is needed, Shūshu helps remind Xue that patience can carry you just as far as instinct. Shūshu was caught in an Ultra Ball.

In their short dabbling, it’d become very obvious to Genji that Xue was rather oblivious to the surrounding battles. Perhaps not all, but at least those among his own home turf seemed beyond her understanding. The lady she’d been referring to as if she’d just been some random person picked from a crowd was Shion, the immediate right hand of the Hashimoto. Not just some angered lady, but someone who was more lethal than Genji wanted to even remember. 

How could he forget his run-in with them, though? It’d been for the sake of Overwatch, and for the safety of those within. Genji could play the role of mole; if there was a part he’d needed to play per his own survivability, he was willing and ready. Initially just his visage was enough to get him by for a small stint of time while the Hashimoto had him hostage; Shion thought him to be a full robot, not a splattered composition of man mixed with the half-shade of wiring. 

That didn’t last too long, though. 

Genji didn’t contain the laugh that bubbled from him as she spoke of his brother’s particular methods. “A trained assassin, are the words you’re looking for. Hanzo is well-versed in the art of a fight. The bow is merely a humbling factor to the full extent of his capabilities, but he has seemed to master that as well.”

This went without saying, truly. Hanzo was irritatingly adept at most things he put his hands to; anything that consumed him, heart and soul, and he’d banished the sword from his grip many years ago. This caused Genji to look elsewhere for just a moment, as if his laughing over the matter had been ill-placed the longer he’d contemplated. 

Everybody needs to learn in a way they’re meant to be taught, and you can’t teach in a way you don’t know how to.

The cyborg hummed at this knowledge– he couldn’t have stated that any better himself. If not for his own experience from younger years with his brother, he could easily apply this notion into the progressed stab of his own skill. The way even he, himself, had to acquire ways to learn by other means. “Too much is true with that one, I’m afraid. Though, where you think he may not have failed in this sense, I know him. An unsuccessful attempt at anything in this life is, in his eyes, nothing short of a failure. Even down to the most mundane.”

His wording was followed by the pathing of footwork as they make their way toward the exit; Genji was quick to catch the door as the woman bullets herself out of the shop as if she had been the one leading them down the street. Truthfully, it didn’t take much of someone simply looking up and around to notice the shop nestled just at the end, dawning a sign that extended out in the shape of a coffee cup.

“Mm, you know my brother, but you do not know me. I do not give up so easily.” And I’ve been where you are. A quiet thought that remained repressed within the click of his tongue, “Though, if for some reason my abilities fail me, I have a few people who may be up to the task.” The smile behind his veil is almost devilish, though she wouldn’t know this. Reinhardt– Vivian, even. That could be… interesting. It’d be more entertaining on his behalf.

“I would love to know what you have gone over with my brother– what exactly it was that he opted to teach you. There’s a part of me that wants to assume this was something related to your footwork,” it’s a low tease that Genji has nothing to base off of, aside from the rhythmic bounce of her posture not moments ago. “Luckily for you, and as he’d insinuated, I know a few things as well.” More than a few, but that would all come in due time.

Approaching the little store, he’d reached for the handle with audible clicks from each finger landing on the material, pulling the door open and gesturing with his free hand. “After you.”

Motion suits this body. It's plain as day, the ease with which Xue falls into movement when Genji suggests they go someplace. Actually... to a trained eye, it's not unreasonable to note that Xue's a little too mobile. Each jogging step carries her just a little further than it feels like it should be able to, as if gravity's hold on her isn't quite as firm as it normally is. Ignorant to any examination, she looks over (and up) as Genji explains his brother's thought process.

"Wow, that must suck. Living like that, I mean. You know how much it takes to be the best at something? At anything? Sure, I'm a good fighter, I'm the freakin' worst nightmare of your average dude who thinks he can fight, but I'm not the best. Nowhere close." Does that mean she should just give up? Hell no. Hell no!

The little hellion takes a few steps past him and turns around, walking backwards as they talk. "Uh, not a lot of fighting stuff, actually. He told me I had to "quell"... something. Probably something about how much energy I have, or, uh, y'know. I tend to act before I think sometimes, I don't think he liked that much." Activities start being ticked off on her fingers, examples of ways Hanzo had tried and "failed" to curtail her... quirks.

"Meditating while sitting still. Meditating while practicing strikes in slow motion. Uh, he tried to teach me how to make tea in a kinda meditate-y way but we only did that, like, twice, and that was near the end so I think he was just throwing stuff at the wall to see if it stuck."

A few seconds of silence.

"Calligraphy. I did pretty well at that, actually, I think I could do calligraphy more if I felt like it." She doesn't feel like it.

A sharp huff. Xue looks at him sidelong, as if determining whether he really needs the assurance she's considering offering. She clears her throat. "Y'know I don't actually think you're gonna fail. I thought the stuff with Hanzo was going pretty good, he's the one that said I had to come find you. I'm good at learning stuff, just, y'know, I also have a lot of-"

"Yeah. And boy, did it ever. But you still like hanging around in bars... guess you're in it for the challenge, huh?" Or something like that. A glance is cast over her shoulder, the volatile partner in this little alliance smiling appreciatively - he might not be a talker, but that doesn't mean he can't communicate.

Though. Leaving the country? That does perk her up, or at least the idea of it does. Xue isn't that familiar with Hazard. She's actually made an effort not to be. The first time they'd seen each other, she'd gotten a feeling she hadn't had the displeasure of experiencing since... well, the lab. Her power had felt something in him calling out to it. A nasty shock to the senses, and a good reason for them to keep apart.

she paused staring at the anger crease onto her companion's face. a long, defeated sigh. " . . . i pickpocketed the rich guy checking out last night, which means we got enough to brainstorm, or invest with at least." awkwardly pausing to let some silence simmer between them, ashe has to ask.

A long, heartfelt groan. "We put a bunch of freakin' work into making sure we wouldn't be found out as Those Ladies that Killed Everybody Who Went Into That One Canyon, and if we blow up a bank vault or something we're gonna have to start all over again except we won't be allowed to be the people we are now."

Which is... an odd way of framing it, but it's not entirely wrong. Now that it isn't an option for Ashe to take refuge in her status as the leader of the most infamous gang in North America, the idea of pulling a heist has to be measured against how valuable their personas are.