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CHARACTERS: Genji and YOU!
DATE: Arriving at Perdition's Rest.
WARNINGS: None as of yet.
SUMMARY: Genji just wants to try to make an entrance. (He's kind of a dork still.)

[ Genji has nothing to say about his master having spent so much money on a mechanical horse. He considers the action exceptionally endearing, but he is one who looks upon the Omnic with blind eyes. The planet is something like a world made for cowboys -- he can only imagine that McCree is more than tickled pink to be here, and so he should join in the festivities, as it were.

He has his own hat that is held onto his head because the two "prongs" of his head have pierced through the material so it is all but stuck. A dusty-brown serape wraps around his shoulders. Genji has his head tipped low as he saunters about on top the mechanical horse. He only stops when he notices someone is in front of him, then he lifts his index finger to attempt to tip his hat up. ]

Who am I? [ Standing up, he swings the serape up and over his head. With little wind, it falls flat on the ground. But he is standing dramatically on the horse and jumps off to land in front of the person. ] Green cyborg ninja... cowboy. [ He says with a sheepish short of voice. There is a smile underneath the visor as he goes to pick up the serape. With his free hand, he lightly pets the mechanical horse's nose. ]

Ah... you should go back to Master. I think I'm playing a bit too much... [ He mutters under his breath before turning back. ] Not as good as the movies, but ... it is fun.

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[ Genji feels the same tension build in his shoulders, in his back. Not for the reasons of being stunned but ... sad, uncertain. To have oneself feel like they have no one that will ally themselves with them, isn't that a lonely thought?

He may never know what burdens that Urahara has. He may never learn more about the man save from what he has gleaned. But he knows, at least, that Urahara is someone that doesn't want to trick those that offer honest help, that feels shock that someone is willing to believe in him. Isn't that enough to know?

For all the faults that Overwatch had and has, Genji sees the good and believes in it. And it taught him, too, to accept the grey in people and choices. So he smiles beneath his visor as soon as Urahara starts talking. ]

I am always happy to align myself in a cause I believe in. Not to worry... the God of War... Isn't he supposed to always help out a Shinigami?

[Urahara chuckles.] Mmm. Hachiman protects the living, and we Shinigami protect the dead, and the balance is upheld between the two. And, in the end, maintaining balance is the true reason we're helping ALASTAIR, isn't it?

Yes, that's my reason.

And helping as many people as we can. [ A cheerful smile beneath the visor once more, felt in the words. ] I'm happy that I'm not doing this alone, either. So, thank you for being my ally as well.

[Urahara removes his hat, a respectful gesture and one that may seem as much a part of his dramatics and insincerity as anything else, but the fact that he looks straight at Genji, rather than finding some way to shield those tired gray eyes of his that betray so much of himself he has to hide them.] It's an honor to be the ally of one so noble, Genji-san.

[ Somehow, this seems to mean something. It's too public. It's too much around people. And so he takes a step backward -- not from Urahara but from the sun to slip into the nearest shade. His hands lift to gently touch the side of his visor. He hears the soft hiss that means that he's released the locks to it as he let it down.

This is a means to show they trust one another, right? So talk is cheap. He lowers the mask to show his scarred face. The shadows help to let him feel at ease in showing it off in the daylight. His bottom jaw has been replaced with a robotic one, hence his auto-tune voice. He smiles despite it. ]

It's an honor to have an ally like you, too. I hope you believe me when I say that, too.

[he takes a moment to consider the honesty in this exchange, not flinching away or even bothering to look all that surprised at all to see Genji's true face underneath that mask of his. most of soul society bear their scars physically. the visoreds wear theirs.

his are just hidden behind his smiles and subterfuge. he is no stranger to scars or the like, just like he's no stranger to why people hide them.

at the smile, he smirks, a playful light coming into his gray eyes.] As someone well-versed in lies and misdirection, I'd be in a bad way if I couldn't see an obvious truth.

I'd be a little disappointed in you.

[ The same playfulness comes out in his voice. His head ducks as he looks, for a moment, younger than what he is. There is a slight pause before he brings the visor back up to snap back into place. No need to say that Urahara is the only one beyond the few of his own world that has now seen his face. No need at all. ]

What are you going to be doing now, Urahara? Should I be worried if I don't hear from you in so many hours?

[he chuckles. there's a thought- he vanishes into his room for days on end when he has a project, so eventually people may end up assuming that if he ever vanishes off the grid.] Hopefully not, considering I'm just going to take care of a little problem with someone's water supply. And possibly tell him that it's best not to play with a person's jealousy if they have access to poisons.

[unless you're him and that person is Mayuri. then it's just funny.]

Be certain to use your words, Urahara-san.

[ More a joke than anything else. But he'll keep it in mind that he's going to go talk with someone and try to make sure that he makes it back safe, too. Shinigami or not, everyone needs someone to look out for them, don't they? ]

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