february catch all

[flowlikewater]

who: genji shimada + you!
what: a little bit of everything; tdm prompts, player plots, etc
when: tail end of january/all throughout february
where: all about the quarantine and various dreamscapes
warnings: potential discussion of ptsd, disassociation, dysphoria due to cybernetic body. will add more if needed!

[ feel free to plot with me for the month! hit me up on pm or at bonethief! ]

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[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco gives a nod that seems to say you're right when Genji says things could be worse, and more sequin-y. Cisco is still going to grab the first jacket he finds and zip it all the way up, even if he has to steal it. He's not normally inclined towards criminality, but he's also not normally inclined towards showing off that much skin, thanks very much.

Genji's calm acceptance of the situation has quite an impact on Cisco's acceptance of it. He shoots off that blast, and it works, and Genji responds by taking out his own blade. So it doesn't feel like a crisis. It feels like... one of the programs in Beverly's holosuite. It feels like they're playing pretend. ]

Sure is. And I figure... they're probably not real people, right? They're just... phantasms, or projections, or whatever.

[ He doesn't let off another blast, just yet, but that same blue energy starts to gather and pool around one of his hands, shifting and vaguely hypnotic, a bright blue that tints everything around it. It makes Cisco's face look strange, and a little eerie, as he suggests: ]

On the count of three?

[ Then, he counts: ]

One... two... three!

[ The both of them stand (Genji with considerably more grace). And while the gunshots don't start up once more, there is a group of men rushing towards them, looking very much ready to fight. Cisco takes a tiny step closer to Genji, the energy around his hand thrumming audibly as he asks: ]

We doing this?

[flowlikewater]

If my previous dream was any indication, this doesn't seem to have any impact on the 'real' word. Purely woven from our mutual subconscious. [ Which is certainly an interesting thing to even happen and he knows a good many people who would be fascinated by the mere thought. Genji, however, is just not that smart.

But there is one thing he's definitely very good at and it's this. Especially since it can be fun. The sparks of green forming around Genji's shoulders and helmet start to take some kind of shape. It's a nice contrast to the blue glow of Cisco's energy and Genji makes a note to ask him more about it later when they're, well, actually awake. ]

By all means. [ Genji nods and he does indeed stand up in a fluid motion, holding his blade down by his hip. The green swirling around his head intensifies and Genji brings his blade up at the ready, a green streak following the movement of the metal. It's definitely not a trick of the light.

The green light forms around his head and there's a visceral hum, almost a roar, and the image of a dragon can be seen almost engulfing Genji's helmet. The visor of his helmet bursts with the green light and he seems to crackle with energy. ]

Absolutely. You take the left half, I will take the right.

[ With that, Genji leaps over the concrete median and into the air. He swipes at the group of goons and it's as if his blade is twice as long, the streak of energy from it sending them flying backwards. ]

[franciscoramon]

[ There is a moment, just before he follows Genji over that median, when Cisco's is afraid. But then he's moving, and that brief flash of fear is gone. He's whooping and laughing, watching Genji cut through the faceless dudes who (helpfully, because it keeps the whole thing from seeming too real, too authentically violent) erupt into a tiny shower of blinking coins, as if they were in some kind of old style video game.

For a few moments, Cisco just watches Genji, the way he moves, how fast he is. There are times when he's a blur, and it reminds Cisco of the Flash. He can only seem to do it in bursts, but even so... it's impressive. That green light is strange and entrancing; it shifts strangely, leaving a trail behind where Genji's blade and body have been.

But then Cisco doesn't have a chance to just observe, because there are dudes headed for him, and he reacts instinctively, raising both hands and blasting them back. Genji's movements are quick, fluid, and eerily silent. Cisco's powers, however, make a strange, juddering, percussive sound. For a moment, listening to it, it really strikes him why his doppelganger chose the name Reverb for himself. No time to think about him, though. He settles into the fight, clearly unpracticed, but enthusiastic. Once or twice, Genji swoops in, cutting down someone coming at him from behind that he didn't see. But there is once, too, when Cisco sends off a well-timed blast and keeps a group of dudes from bearing down on Genji.

He doesn't know how long it is, but eventually the mob is all gone, and Cisco is breathing a little heavy, but also beaming. He holds up a hand for Genji to high-five, triumphant. ]

Damn, my man! We crushed it! Booyah!

[ There's the sound of clapping, then, from some distance away, and before they have a moment of celebration, Cisco turns to see two figures standing a long way off up the street, one taller, one shorter. Something about their builds is... familiar. But he can't quite place it... ]

[flowlikewater]

[ This isn't the most seriously Genji has ever fought, being a dream and all, and the bad guys bursting into coins certainly doesn't help. It may not be Blackwatch Level but he's still doing his best. His reaction time was already heightened due to his cybernetics and allowing himself to be possessed by the dragon spirit just amplifies it.

He keeps an eye on Cisco, impressed by what he's already learned to do with his powers. He swoops in to assist a few times; he's clearly not professionally trained, but that doesn't matter much as long as the job gets done. Perhaps he could have him some pointers in that area...

Once the hoard of goons is finished, Genji let's out a sigh as steam shoots from his shoulders. The green light haloing him vanishes into specks of green and he shakes his shoulders.

Then chuckles, high fiving Cisco. ]

We make quite the team, it seems! We will have to recreate this when we are awake and without the silly outfits.

[ But the clapping cuts off his teasing and he's back on the defensive, hand going back to the hilt of his blade on his back. ]

Who's there? Didn't want to fight with the rest of them?

[ The figures start to saunter dramatically out of the shadows, eventually revealing themselves. And it... definitely makes Genji realize that one's subconscious is a strange, strange beast.

He almost falters, especially at the sight of the taller one. It's obviously... him. But a 'him' that was never a cyborg, and clearly never left the family. Tacky shirt open way too far, even more tattoos, green hair with showing roots and a cigarette in his mouth.

Dully, he looks to Cisco. ]

This has gotten less fun and infinitely more irritating.

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco points at the two man who are dramatically sauntering their way closer. It's him and Genji - that much of obvious. But different versions of themselves. He's seen enough movies and played enough video games to know how this sort of thing goes: that these will be their evil counterparts that they must vanquish. But they're not just some generically evil copies of them. No, that version of himself is... ]

Reverb.

[ He says it softly, with recognition, and even though he hasn't told Genji his doppelganger's name, Cisco's confident he'll be able to put the pieces together. There he is, with his stupid hair, and stupid overdramatic eye makeup, and his tiny, menacing smirk. Cisco glances at Genji, sees his eyes fixed on his own doppelganger. Cisco takes a moment to examine him, too. It's... strange. Seeing what Genji's face would look like without the cyborg parts. What it would look like if he were unscarred, and the light in his eyes were cruel.

Cisco squares his shoulders, bracing himself for this whole situation with his usual mix of determination and sarcasm. He addresses the air, as if there were some governing force listening in from the heavens that would be able to pick up his complaint: ]

Yo, for real, subconscious? My man? Are we really gonna do the 'Ooohhh~, your real worst enemy was yourself all along' crap? Like seriously? Ain't that shit a bit 90s? I mean...

[ He makes a tsch sound and blows out a puff of air, shaking his head in condescension and disapproval, which don't quite manage to cover up the undercurrent of genuine discomfort. It's still just a dream, still safe (probably), but... this is a little too close to home. Reverb, for his part, cocks and eyebrow, turning to look at the other Genji, who lazily flicks some ash off his cigarette.

Softly, so that only Genji will hear him, Cisco mutters: ]

Think we can take 'em?