( open ) memory share + catch all

[flowlikewater]

who: Genji Shimada + you!
what: Memory Share Event and general October catch all
when: October
where: All throughout Quarantine
warnings: violence, attempted murder, blood, gore, mental health issues


THAT NIGHT — FIRST PERSON

[ The memory start with Genji entering a dojo with an elaborate painting above the scroll on the wall. By his slow and casual pace, one can tell he doesn't appear to have a care in the world in the moment. By the gauntlets seen on his arms, he's dressed in his formal gi and he scratches some dirt off the emblem on one of them as he apparently waits.

Genji is looking at the scroll when there are heavy, deliberate foot steps behind him. He doesn't turn around before he speaks. ] Why call me out here in the middle of the night, brother? I thought we were finished settling all of Father's—

[ There's an audible metallic sound suddenly before there's a dull, wet thud and Genji chokes. He stumbles and his vision shifts to look down to see... blood. Blood dripping from his shoulder, blood obviously falling from his mouth. He sputters and whirls around to see his older brother, Hanzo, holding his blade now glistening with red. ] Brother, what— What the hell?! What are you—

[ They talk, but at this point, the words said don't mean much to the Genji of now. The wide, blood shot eyes of his brother slashing at him is all he really remembers. He's furious and pained and his jaw is clenched so tight it's a wonder his teeth don't crack.

Genji, at some point, pulls out his own blade to defend himself but his wounds are too much. The brothers eventually make it out to the balcony on the side of the dojo, the moonlight reflecting off the smear of Genji's blood all across the floor. Genji can barely speak, blood and tears and spit clogging his throat but he manages— ] Brother... brother why...!

[ Genji's hand reaches out to him. There are tears, so many tears streaming down Hanzo's face that he won't remember for almost a decade but all he says is: "You disrespect the clan and you must be dealt with to retain order. This is my duty. We could have built an empire together."

And in an instant there's a flash of blue light, the sight of two dragons surging towards him and Genji is falling— Falling, falling, falling and smashing against the rocks of the cliff as he does so. He lands with a wet thud, his hand reaching up to the sky. He tries to speak, but it's a gurgle... his lower jaw is entirely ripped to shreds now. There are burns and open wounds all on his hand.

The vision blackens for a moment, until there's the sound of a chopper. Boots on the ground. There's a voice that some people around the Quarantine might recognize calling for evac.

Genji is eventually picked up and placed on a gourney. His arm stays where it lay.

The vision blackens. Only an overwhelming bright light is noticeable, as a muffled voice says: "We have to keep him sedated. When he's awake all he does is scream." ]

BLACKWATCH — THIRD PERSON

[ Genji's time in Overwatch's covert ops division sometimes blur together. His initial body is a stark contrast to the Genji of now. He's silent and violent, lots of memories of assassinations and hunting down his former clan.

Some flashes of him just staring at a wall in a medical room, eventually starting to just slam his head into it over and over and over so he can feel something. Dr. Zielger or Reyes finding him and talking him down.

Some lighthearded. Hanging out with McCree, the few times he tried to go to Overwatch functions, training with Lena. Even posing for a picture.

He leaves when dismantling the clan is done, after the embarrassing final fight with Doomfist. He and Reyes fight. It isn't pretty. He leaves without saying goodbye to anyone. ]

FALL — FIRST PERSON

[ His face is covered by a cloak and he peels it away as he comes across breaking news on his phone. Headline: Overwatch Swiss Headquarters Explodes. Morrison and Reyes dead—

Genji drops his phone. His vision blurs with tears, he blinks them away. A pause. A croak. He yells and slams his fist into a nearby wall. And keeps yelling. ]

WE WALK IN HARMONY — THIRD PERSON

[ It's snowing and Genji is staggering along in the freezing temperatures. His joints are locking up from the ice and his lights are flickering as he does so. It's obvious he doesn't care anymore, ready to be done once and for all... he slumps to his knees, then falls over face first into the snow covered ground.

A glowing orb suddenly appears over him. A figure emerges from the snow, covered by a cloak before reaching his prone body. The cloak falls and it's an Omnic monk of the Shambali. He leans down and puts a hand on Genji's back. ]

It looks like you need some help, traveler.

DRAGONS — THIRD PERSON

[ Genji confronting his brother again in the same place he was 'murdered' is an entirely different experience. He had his blade at Hanzo's throat and he could have killed him, gotten his revenge, but he chooses mercy. Genji Shimada has come full circle. ]

Think on that, brother.

( Feel free to have your character react to these like they just dreamed it, or be in the dreamscape with Genji while experiencing it! I can make specific starters for specific characters/memories as well, just hit me up on PM or at bonethief! )

Comments

[causational]

[When the other man slides up the visor of his armour, Eddie exhales in a rush, feeling more than a little stupid. For some reason, he'd thought he was a robot or something, hadn't known how to address him, but when he sees his face, Eddie relaxes a bit, especially since the other man is smiling.

He can't help but smile back.]

I get that. Running away. I think maybe a lot of us here feel like that, like we're running away.

[A pause, and he tilts his head, smile still in place.]

But you found a purpose, with him?

[flowlikewater]

[ You wouldn't be the first, so Genji wouldn't be offended. ] Yes, I have realized that. This place does a good job in helping one find kindred spirits.

[ He looks past his shoulder to look at the memory of Zenyatta again, then turns back to him. ] I did. I was resistant but eventually the things he said to me made sense. Like clouds opening up and I was finally able to see the sun again.

[causational]

[Eddie's not very easy to offend, himself. When the other man comments on this place helping people to find kindred spirits, Eddie nods, his smile still warm.]

I think it has to do with the displacement. Everyone here feels out-of-place at home, I think.

[And at that explanation, Eddie's smile softens but broadens.]

That's good to hear. What did he teach you?