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          He turned seconds after his name had been called, and upon facing the other omnic the memories returned to him. 

          A lone traveler he’d seen from afar, from higher up on the mountainside, that his brothers and sisters had welcomed in the village perhaps a week ago. Mondatta had spent his days secluded in the quiet of the unattended shrine,  fixing it up before it could receive regulars and visitors once more ; he’d taken the opportunity of the last storm to allow himself some time out of their eventful daily lives, resting his soul on cathartic manual work. Were he ever needed, they knew where to search for him.            As the newcomer stood before him in the entryway, a reticent shadow against the gleaming fresh snow outside, Mondatta figured they simply couldn’t make do without him for too long, and the thought amused him.

          “Welcome.”

          They’d done a great job of showing hospitality it seemed, judging by  the attire they’d provided, by the fact that he also knew his name ; he could only wonder why they’d sent the other to him specifically.            “How may I be of assistance ? ”

     “ I... Am not certain. ” 

     The words leave his speakers slow and with much trepidation. The other monks had set him up and turned him out so quickly that they had lost him on the way-- or perhaps he’d missed them. Go find Mondatta, they had told him. Speak with him. But for what reason? The omnic had only assumed it was because he was the guiding figure... but Mondatta looks no different from any other omnic here. Perhaps he’s sleeker; the white painted faceplate looking clean and immaculate beside his gold pieces. Mondatta had been an expensive investment and made with care.

     “ I am sorry-- I did not expect to interrupt you... May I help you? ”

     Idle hands meant for production and tinkering get bored so quickly, and though he is a free bot now he feels... purposeless. Out of place. Useless now that he has no routine to busy him. 

     “ I think that they sent me here to speak with you about joining the monastery... Or perhaps they just wished to put me to work. Whatever the reason, I am happy to be here. ”

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She glows. Her heavy strands of black hair slide, like serpents over somber, blood-red plush. She stands there as a rose within the night.The dark-red rose so deep within the night.

indie satya vaswani of overwatch. penned by bambi.

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❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞

cowboy beebop sentence starters | accepting!

“I cannot imagine how difficult it must be for you to be placed in a world so war-torn and trying... Perhaps you will never be able to return to what you once were, but you will find purpose here as we all do... If there is any way that I can assist you, my arms are open. We are all brothers and sisters in this world.”

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Sometimes he thinks that he shouldn’t be alive. He thinks he shouldn’t have survived the journey here. He shouldn’t have survived the trek to the mountaintop and been accepted with such open arms when he had once been a tool. A tool at the hands of the ones that were hurting the cause of omnickind in the very first place. He doesn’t deem himself worthy of the kindness. 

It’s dizzying, the way that they receive him without question, dress him properly and turn him out to the monastery. The bot is a stranger in such a welcoming environment. He had heard in his travels that it was paradise, but this is not the paradise that the omnic had thought it would be. It’s overbearingly simple, so quiet and so... refreshing. Nothing akin to the busy city of his origin, and he wonders if he will ever get used to such a thing... assuming that he is truly allowed to stay. 

They send him to a shrine in search of another, Mondatta, he thinks they had called him? Brother Mondatta. A solitary figure tending to candles, polishing bells and pots and vases, and he looks so peaceful that it’s almost... frightening to interrupt him. 

“...Mondatta...?”

// @cnlightncd

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cynin:

Genji sits on the walk outside of his room, legs dangling over the edge; he stares out at the snow-capped peaks above and below him and marvels at what it feels like to be on the top of the world. His visor and face plate are off, set aside with a carefree ease he has only recently begun to display. He eats, tearing into fresh bread with his teeth, swings his feet—at ease.

Eventually, he swallows and turns his head to look at his sensei. “There is something I want to tell you about,” he says, and he says it without hesitation. In the last year, especially, Genji has become free and open with his feelings, his thoughts, the things he wants to share.

He turns what remains of the bred over and over between his hands—a small way to fidget. He’s getting better about that, too. “There is a… a man in the village. Indra. You may have seen, he and I talked the last few times we went to the village for supplies.”

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Evenings are for meditations and reflections. For sitting outside and watching the sun make its slow descent behind the mountains, giving the snow caps a warm and rosy glow. Evenings should be, as per Shambali tradition, a time for group rites. A time for sharing the days trials and tribulations with one another, for ringing bells and speaking gentle words of praise, but it has been long since Zenyatta has sat in the temples with his brothers and sisters to finish the day with one another. He prefers the quiet, and the view and the company of his prized pupil who has come so far. 

Glancing back to their initial time together, the monk would have never considered having the privilege to share moments like this together. Genji had been a child of rage, a tempest inside and out and so stubborn, having cycled through at least two monks before being taken on by Zenyatta. The monk himself had been so stubborn and steadfast, taking abuse with ease and never once considering the young sparrow a lost cause. No one is ever a lost cause. 

It is a painful memory; the day that Zenyatta had finally broken him. Had finally chiseled through the well-guarded wall and laid out the cutting and painful truth. He remembers the rage and the heartbreak, the fear and uncertainty that had radiated from every fiber of his student. How much he has grown! There’s a pride there, and the omnic cherishes it for only a moment before letting it go. 

His pupil speaks, soft against distant windchimes and sure as the setting sun. It draws him back, brightens his optics, brings him to an easy focus as he turns to look at Genji with orbs spinning in contentment.

“Indra? The man that always sells such wonderful little trinkets! It seems as if you both have gotten along very well.”

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❝ You are an original, aren’t you? ❞

“I should hope so, despite my original programming,” 

His answer comes brightly, paired with a melodious laugh that echoes easily throughout his chassis. 

“Are you so surprised? After all, you have had a hand in it.”

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❛ BUT WINNING IS SO, SO EASY. ❜

                                IND. MAXIMILIEN FROM OVERWATCH WRITTEN BY KENDRA                                                                 PRIVATE. SELECTIVE. NSFW.

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COWBOY BEBOP SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ …Bang… ❞

❝ This could be a trap. ❞

❝ This is strictly business. ❞

❝ Whatever happens, happens. ❞

❝ Life is but a dream. ❞

❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞

❝ Tell me what you’re doing here. ❞

❝ Don’t try anything. ❞

❝ Why don’t you shoot? ❞

❝ Go on, pull the trigger. ❞

❝ What’s wrong? Lose your nerve? ❞

❝ You’re an original, aren’t you? ❞

❝ Could you be a little quieter please? ❞

❝ Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun… ❞

❝ Guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞

❝ You’re gonna carry that weight. ❞

❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞

❝ Hey there, having a little trouble? ❞

❝ Are you living in the real world? ❞ 

❝ Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞

❝ The more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞

❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am/sir. ❞

❝ Pretending to be senile won’t get you out of this. ❞

❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞

❝ Are you pleading for your life? ❞

❝ You should see yourself right now. ❞

❝ Do you have any idea what you look like? A ravenous beast. ❞

❝ The same blood runs through both of us. ❞

❝ I’ve bleed all that kind of blood away. ❞

❝ Why are you still alive? ❞

❝ Don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞

❝ Time never stands still. ❞  

❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞

❝ These Earthlings are weird. ❞ 

❝ I’ll take care of this, you can go back. ❞

❝ I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞

❝ A star just fell from the sky. ❞

❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞

❝ Your heart is colder than any planet. ❞

❝ Remember, a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞

❝ We should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞

❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞

❝ How long were you in there listening, [ name ]? ❞ 

❝ And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams. ❞

❝ I’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞

❝ Belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞

❝ There is nothing more innocent and cruel than a child.❞

❝ Man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise. ❞

❝ I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for an eternity. ❞

❝ Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. ❞

❝ My memory…finally came back…but nothing good came from it. ❞

❝ There was no place for me to return to; this was the only place I could go. ❞

❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞

❝ What are you going to do, throw away your life like it was nothing?! ❞

❝ What’s your price to keep this from leaking to the press? ❞

❝ Either you give me the money or I put a bullet through your brain. ❞    

❝ I’m not the type to be led around by a woman/man. ❞

❝ You can’t tell the age of a woman by looking at her. ❞

❝ You’re kidding yourself if you think every woman/man is like you. They’re not.❞

❝ Why did you do all of this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?❞

❝ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞ 

❝ When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. ❞

❝ Tell me, if we had met earlier in life, would we have been friends? ❞

❝ You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you. ❞

❝ I’m not a criminal. Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it. ❞

❝ You took all the money you stole from us and lost it in a gambling casino? ❞

❝ This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here? ❞

❝ You know what they say, cowboy, easy come easy go. ❞ 

❝ You told me once, to forget the past, cause it doesn’t matter, but you’re the one still tied to the past, [ name ]!  ❞

❝ Don’t tell me things like that; you’ve never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now! ❞

❝ I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over. ❞

❝ Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light, but if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity…  ❞

❝ Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive. ❞

❝ No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can.  ❞

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014. dealing with the others’ death .

It has been a long, long time since Genji lost someone this way.

He thought losing his mother when he was fifteen was the worst pain he’d ever feel. She had cultivated him; she had been hers, wholly and completely. Nothing made sense. He thought losing his father when he was twenty-four was when things couldn’t get any worse. Becoming an orphan so young had to be the worst of it, right?

He almost lost himself, more than once—first at Hanzo’s hand, then at his own in the years after. He lost his commander and mentor when the Swiss headquarters came down. 

When he met Zenyatta, losing him never once crossed his mind. He was an omnic; an omnic could live forever. Genji had been so certain and assured that Zenyatta would be the one constant he had in his life until the very end; he would have bet his own life on it, but oh, how wrong he’d be.

Genji cries very little. The tears just won’t come. It doesn’t feel… real. Sometimes, his friends ask him if he’s okay, and Genji almost asks what they’re talking about before he remembers. He wanders in a haze; suddenly, he has no place. He doesn’t feel like he belongs in Overwatch; without Zenyatta, the Shambali monastery suddenly feels like a foreign land, and he doesn’t belong there, either.

It is Hanzo he finds solace in, the only family he has left, the one he has been through so much of his loss with. They sit together and drink tea and watch the sunset, and the weight of it all settles on Genji’s back as the sun goes down. He curls his arms around himself, the way he did in Nepal the first time he broke down, and bows at the waist as he cries. 

He lets himself feel, and it’s raw, and it hurts, and Genji thinks he will not survive being torn open like this again. Hanzo’s hand is heavy but steady on his back, grounding, and Genji cries himself dry. That’s not the end of it; he knows he will be riding the waves of emotion more than once, but he will feel them all, let them pass. Tide in, tide out, coming and going, until it is all processed and he can begin to heal.

It is Zenyatta’s voice he hears in his mind as he goes to Hanamura with his brother to make a new place that he belongs.

Be at ease. 

He is at ease.

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