WHO: Genji and Hanzo Shimada WHAT: Hanzo arrived and uh, well. Wasn't expecting this. WHEN: June 24th sometime! WARNINGS: Definitely going to be some mentions of: fratricide, depression & possibly some mentions of suicidal ideation. Will add more warnings if needed! STATUS: IN PROGRESS (thread)
Hanzo didn't quite know what to do with this world. It was strange, loud, and busy. He had brushed off explainations - they were likely lies anyway. Lies that he didn't have time for. So he had taken their device, and after deactivating the GPS location, and then taking it apart to confirm there were no hidden bugs, he set out to explore. He was used to spending time traveling, had more than a few things in hidden compartments on his belt or quiver. Some money, sewing kit, a few toiletries.
He took himself to the local markets in the forest. It was more his speed. The first, he had picked up a few necessities, and even stopped by to pet a goat. The second, he purchased a few food items and inquired about jobs, about lodging. He had slept in trees before, or on the ground. He had camped countless times, or had taken over abandoned buildings. Everything from shacks to mansions. He could handle living above a pub or in a cabin until this was sorted.
Sorted. The natives and outlanders he had briefly chatted with were comfortable and settled. They liked it here. He had no thoughts either way, but it was outside his comfort zone enough that Hanzo did not like it.
He also did not like being followed, and Hanzo knew immediately when someone was watching him. He doubled back, not to the Crossed Quills, which was his original intention for lodging. Instead, along a forest path, waiting for an ambush, and ready, fingers twitching for the moment they would have to grab the bow attached to his back. He would not be taken unaware today.