[ Winston had given the red alert to a very dangerous speedster, and sent out a team on an emergency mission. Winston, Tracer, Lúcio and himself. They were disrupting Omnics in Kings Row, a place that already has seen its fair share of strife beyond just being the place where Mondatta was assassinated. (He could tell his Master wanted to join them, but he held back.)
Trying to figure out this speedster's goal wasn't really part of the mission, just trying to stop him. Genji was never much for interrogating.
But said villain quickly became noticeably irritated with their interference in whatever his nefarious plans were, and quickly changed them to focus on getting rid of their little dive team.
Which, unfortunately, Genji ended up being the main focus of as he summoned his dragon spirit. The speedster was upon him in a flash and grabbed him and the next thing Genji knew he didn't know where or when he was. There was a distant memory of a scream from Tracer and a roar from Winston, but little else.
He hopes his brother won't worry himself to death.
The roar of the dragon as it tries to keep him safe is the only thing Genji hears for what could be a few minutes, a few hours, a few days or a few months. At some point he enters some kind of meditative state to keep himself sane as the dragon thrashes and roars, trying its best to protect its ward from— this.
But suddenly there's a hand and a voice and it all stops. Genji's on the floor somewhere and he's panting so hard, steam spewing from the vents all across his body. He feels claustrophobic suddenly, like he can't get in enough air and he scrambles behind his head to disengage his helmet.
He throws it to the ground with a clatter, face drenched in sweat. The green lights from his dragon are still little fireflies in the air, green electrical crackling off of his cybernetics.
Genji looks around. He doesn't recognize the person in front of him, his blood pressure so loud in his ears he could barely hear him. ]
I— what? Where am I? Where is everyone? Are they all right?
[ Genji gets up, his knees instantly buckle and he collapses again. ]
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Trying to figure out this speedster's goal wasn't really part of the mission, just trying to stop him. Genji was never much for interrogating.
But said villain quickly became noticeably irritated with their interference in whatever his nefarious plans were, and quickly changed them to focus on getting rid of their little dive team.
Which, unfortunately, Genji ended up being the main focus of as he summoned his dragon spirit. The speedster was upon him in a flash and grabbed him and the next thing Genji knew he didn't know where or when he was. There was a distant memory of a scream from Tracer and a roar from Winston, but little else.
He hopes his brother won't worry himself to death.
The roar of the dragon as it tries to keep him safe is the only thing Genji hears for what could be a few minutes, a few hours, a few days or a few months. At some point he enters some kind of meditative state to keep himself sane as the dragon thrashes and roars, trying its best to protect its ward from— this.
But suddenly there's a hand and a voice and it all stops. Genji's on the floor somewhere and he's panting so hard, steam spewing from the vents all across his body. He feels claustrophobic suddenly, like he can't get in enough air and he scrambles behind his head to disengage his helmet.
He throws it to the ground with a clatter, face drenched in sweat. The green lights from his dragon are still little fireflies in the air, green electrical crackling off of his cybernetics.
Genji looks around. He doesn't recognize the person in front of him, his blood pressure so loud in his ears he could barely hear him. ]
I— what? Where am I? Where is everyone? Are they all right?
[ Genji gets up, his knees instantly buckle and he collapses again. ]