Listen, as a proud and certified member of the talks-too-much team, you definitely don't, dude.
[ There is something soft around the edges of his smile, as he turns to check that the various machines are hooked up and taking readings properly. It means the world, that Genji trusts him with this. After all, being skeptical of letting Overwatch know too much about this power was a good call, apparently. And Cisco could see how Genji might think letting any scientist know about it would be too dangerous. So the fact that Genji is letting him see this, study this, even a little...
Cisco watches, rapt but silent and unmoving, as the spectral face of a dragon overlaps Genji's just for an instant. Seeing Genji opening his eyes to reveal a solid green glow is a little unsettling, at first. It reminds Cisco, unpleasantly, of the Reverse Flash. But he quickly shoves that thought aside; focuses instead on the richness of the green, the way the foggy light seems to shift constantly, never still. ]
I don't know if it's weird to say, but... it's really beautiful.
[ Which Genji probably knows, of course. This is a part of him - something passed down in his family, something he'd grown up being aware of, and probably proud of. ]
[ He chuckles a little, it not entirely sounding 'right' anymore. Not threatening or powerful, just not entirely 100% Genji anymore. This was a meditative state that had been drilled into him since his dragon manifested; it was as easy as breathing now. ]
That eases my mind. Sometimes I feel like I have too many words pent up from the past decade.
[ He rolls a shoulder and exhales through his nose, the green light and energy making it look not unlike a dragon huffing steam. Genji smiles at his compliment, all toothy. Are his teeth pointer? Probably just an illusion of the light. ]
Thank you. It's not a sight most people get to see and talk about it later.
[ Cisco says it simply, without explanation; there had been a period in his life where he'd tried to curtail his own chattiness. It had been just one of the many things he did to try to be the son he thought his parents wanted. He'd tried not to talk so much, had dressed how they wanted, had pretended to care about the things they wanted him to. In the end, it hadn't changed anything; that had been right before he'd given up trying to please his family, entirely. After that, he'd swung in the opposite direction. ]
You never gotta worry about talking too much to me. The sky's the limit.
[ Then Cisco himself goes silent, watching the shifting energy. He isn't looking at the monitors; he can examine the readings later on. For now, he just wants to watch this, to see Genji do his thing up close. When Genji says few have seen it and lived, Cisco huffs a small laugh. It's the sort of comment that might have elicited a little thrill of fear, if someone else had said it. But Cisco trusts Genji, knows that it's the truth, rather than any kind of threat. ]
Could you always... did someone have to teach you to do this?
I will keep that in mind then. I am glad to have found such a kindred spirit.
[ It's said lightly, but he genuinely means it. Cisco is one of the few people he has met in his life that he has felt a near instant connection with. Genji is quite glad to consider him a friend.
He rolls a shoulder. ]
There is some sort of innate understanding, but there is training involved. It usually starts around twelve years of age.
[ Genji closes his eyes and exhales, and the green glow slowly vanishes like steam dissipating in the air. Any longer and he would start to get exhausted, or wear down on his systems.
He wipes at his forehead with the collar of his shirt. ]
I doubt it's a coincidence it happens around the time puberty starts, mind you. [ He explains a little more about what he knows of the dragons, how he was trained and how they manifest. The legends their father would tell them, and how he wonders now if those stories were meant to control more than to inspire.
'Real life is not like the stories our father told us' his brother said. He's not wrong. But Genji takes a different meaning from them now. ]
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[ There is something soft around the edges of his smile, as he turns to check that the various machines are hooked up and taking readings properly. It means the world, that Genji trusts him with this. After all, being skeptical of letting Overwatch know too much about this power was a good call, apparently. And Cisco could see how Genji might think letting any scientist know about it would be too dangerous. So the fact that Genji is letting him see this, study this, even a little...
Cisco watches, rapt but silent and unmoving, as the spectral face of a dragon overlaps Genji's just for an instant. Seeing Genji opening his eyes to reveal a solid green glow is a little unsettling, at first. It reminds Cisco, unpleasantly, of the Reverse Flash. But he quickly shoves that thought aside; focuses instead on the richness of the green, the way the foggy light seems to shift constantly, never still. ]
I don't know if it's weird to say, but... it's really beautiful.
[ Which Genji probably knows, of course. This is a part of him - something passed down in his family, something he'd grown up being aware of, and probably proud of. ]
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That eases my mind. Sometimes I feel like I have too many words pent up from the past decade.
[ He rolls a shoulder and exhales through his nose, the green light and energy making it look not unlike a dragon huffing steam. Genji smiles at his compliment, all toothy. Are his teeth pointer? Probably just an illusion of the light. ]
Thank you. It's not a sight most people get to see and talk about it later.
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[ Cisco says it simply, without explanation; there had been a period in his life where he'd tried to curtail his own chattiness. It had been just one of the many things he did to try to be the son he thought his parents wanted. He'd tried not to talk so much, had dressed how they wanted, had pretended to care about the things they wanted him to. In the end, it hadn't changed anything; that had been right before he'd given up trying to please his family, entirely. After that, he'd swung in the opposite direction. ]
You never gotta worry about talking too much to me. The sky's the limit.
[ Then Cisco himself goes silent, watching the shifting energy. He isn't looking at the monitors; he can examine the readings later on. For now, he just wants to watch this, to see Genji do his thing up close. When Genji says few have seen it and lived, Cisco huffs a small laugh. It's the sort of comment that might have elicited a little thrill of fear, if someone else had said it. But Cisco trusts Genji, knows that it's the truth, rather than any kind of threat. ]
Could you always... did someone have to teach you to do this?
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I will keep that in mind then. I am glad to have found such a kindred spirit.
[ It's said lightly, but he genuinely means it. Cisco is one of the few people he has met in his life that he has felt a near instant connection with. Genji is quite glad to consider him a friend.
He rolls a shoulder. ]
There is some sort of innate understanding, but there is training involved. It usually starts around twelve years of age.
[ Genji closes his eyes and exhales, and the green glow slowly vanishes like steam dissipating in the air. Any longer and he would start to get exhausted, or wear down on his systems.
He wipes at his forehead with the collar of his shirt. ]
I doubt it's a coincidence it happens around the time puberty starts, mind you. [ He explains a little more about what he knows of the dragons, how he was trained and how they manifest. The legends their father would tell them, and how he wonders now if those stories were meant to control more than to inspire.
'Real life is not like the stories our father told us' his brother said. He's not wrong. But Genji takes a different meaning from them now. ]