Maybe it's his system malfunctioning again. He pushes the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. He doesn't really miss the way that Genji throws and catches the blade again and again without much of an effort, but so far he's looking unimpressed.]
Funny. [Comes the dry sound of his skepticism surprisingly well through the distance.] Throw it.
No targets to throw it at. Could I not keep it, instead?
[ his tone is coy, or as coy as it can get regarding a knife. this time he balances the heel of it on the tips of his fingers before he catches it again. he's showing off, though not in a particularly actually-impressive way to a legit user of knives. ]
Mamoru arches an eyebrow at the request, jaw setting but only allowing that to be the part of himself that shows any indication of annoyance. If the guy is that experienced then he can get his own, right?
He'll try to figure out why there's a trail of metal to his voice later - maybe some sort of echo somewhere.
For now, he'll just settle on wondering where he got the patience to deal with what seems a childish request. And then remembering that he had spent the last couple of years escorting a teenager.
He sets the blade in his hand over his shoulder.] I don't have an unlimited stash. Throw it at me if you need a target that badly.
[ genji smirks a little bit more. were he in his rightest mind, he'd hand the knife back - perhaps even strike up a conversation regarding it. as it stands, while the three moons haven't driven him mad, he's still feeling their effect.
and with the way the man takes a stance, genji chuckles. ]
Since you've been so kind as to provide.
[ he's quick to crouch, and throw the knife, jumping after it. he's not actually aiming for mamoru - if for any reason he didn't catch or deflect it, it'd sail over his shoulder. ]
And Mamoru will shake his head a day or two later, running the scene in his mind when everything seemingly seems clearer - how he disregards the jump after the blade, how he does not analyze that fluidity of motion (that can't obviously just be human, no matter how much it mimics it), how indulgent he actually felt there to counteract with a flaunt such as this one:
He doesn't move until the last second.
While the handy-dandy system in his shades projects probable trajectories of ballistic weapons, it doesn't really work with knives. But Mamoru hadn't sensed aggression in the throw. It's how he guesses the trajectory of it despite his limited sight.
Quick with a smooth flick of his wrist, he makes the flat of the sword hit the flat of the knife, making it ricochet upwards with a sharp ping!
He catches it when it comes back down easy enough between two fingers.] Pretty sure you can do better than that.
[ genji is definitely showing off. he'll have to contact mamoru to apologize for it later, after this is over.
for now, though, he uses the additional grace to leap up on top of one of the fallen cerberus, and then pushes himself towards mamoru, landing behind him.
he's immediately trying to pluck that blade back out of mamoru's hands with a little chuckle. ]
I think I could as well, friend.
[ he's ready to counter a number of potential moves - to jump away from a punch or swing of a blade, to let go of the blade if mamoru moves away. ]
NP! I've been laptopless and reduced to my phone lately so it's ok
[As if Mamoru will be happy about this, either. He's about strictness, pointed motion and intent, no wasteful shenanigans. Even showing off so far had a purpose - a statement towards an opponent, something to fray someone's nerves.
This has no meaning whatsoever aside that it's merely exploratory.
Mamoru moves away, twirls the blade between his fingers to shield it with the curve of his hand - half a cover, half a preparation for throwing it. The movement of his feet is no short of grace itself, practiced ease and fast, but nothing that compares to Genji.
It makes his jaw set. That there are things on the lenses of his shades going NO DATA aiming at Genji's body doesn't help. He can only see his outline, after all, but the system in his sunglasses keeps trying to identify something else.
What the fuck.] Am I right when I say I'm hearing machinery in you?
[ mamoru moves away, and genji takes a step back as well, hand going to the edge of his wakazashi in preparation to deflect the blade if it's thrown. his hand doesn't leave when mamoru speaks to him, but he does tilt his head a little bit. ]
You would be correct. But it should not be something you are able to hear.
[ he's not going to elaborate just yet, though he's not shy of his cyborg nature. ]
This showing off, stance at the ready, that honestly has no purpose aside from the fact that he had his knife back.
He almost has half a mind to put it back on the strap underneath his jacket. Where it belonged.
Closing time.
Except that, and the way Genji holds the short sword in his hand. That urges on a will to test things further.
His thumb makes the blade twirl between his two fingers pensively as if considering the idea of throwing it again. It makes his breath hitch just a tad, adrenaline going.]
[ genji can't say he doesn't do this, but usually a full on spar in the middle of a crisis situation over a stolen knife? that's not his style.
stealing isn't his style either, though, admittedly.
when mamoru says he's cheating a bit, genji tilts his head to the other side, ears perking forward as if he can hear mamoru doing so. then he chuckles. ]
Well, your cheating has determined correctly. I am missing my legs and left arm; these are artificial under the armor.
[ he wiggles a foot, before setting it sturdy down on the ground. ]
Prosthetics, huh? [That wasn't entirely new to Mamoru. There was a big player back home with something similar, the kind that deflects bullets with his hand.
This, however, felt more seamless than what The Aegis had, though. A liquid precision to it, adding something to otherwise human movements (even if entirely OP lbr). Almost no room for error.
The ears, though. That can't be right.] Take it those aren't artificial, though.
[ angela had wanted to give genji no loss in his quality of life - and then had made it better for combat when it was clear he'd go that route. skills he was already good with have been enhanced by it.
the question of his ears, though, has him flexing them again. ]
That would be the work of the moon. Usually what is left of my human body would transform fully - instead I have these ears and tail, despite my bracelet.
He has been wearing his bracelet, too, but if this guy still manages to get features that don't belong to him still, then that meant that he wasn't just feeling like some sort of weird dental infection.
He brings a thumb to his teeth, presses to find them sharp enough to create small divots to mold the soft pad there.]
Whatever they did was strong enough to overcome their protective measures. It's no wonder some of us and the natives have gone mad, for lack of a better word, if we didn't have them. I know a nice gentleman who nearly killed several people before I got him to stop.
[ by knocking him out, but we won't go there. he watches mamoru touch his teeth and gives a little click of his tongue. ]
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Maybe it's his system malfunctioning again. He pushes the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. He doesn't really miss the way that Genji throws and catches the blade again and again without much of an effort, but so far he's looking unimpressed.]
Funny. [Comes the dry sound of his skepticism surprisingly well through the distance.] Throw it.
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[ his tone is coy, or as coy as it can get regarding a knife. this time he balances the heel of it on the tips of his fingers before he catches it again. he's showing off, though not in a particularly actually-impressive way to a legit user of knives. ]
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unexpected.
Mamoru arches an eyebrow at the request, jaw setting but only allowing that to be the part of himself that shows any indication of annoyance. If the guy is that experienced then he can get his own, right?
He'll try to figure out why there's a trail of metal to his voice later - maybe some sort of echo somewhere.
For now, he'll just settle on wondering where he got the patience to deal with what seems a childish request. And then remembering that he had spent the last couple of years escorting a teenager.
He sets the blade in his hand over his shoulder.] I don't have an unlimited stash. Throw it at me if you need a target that badly.
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and with the way the man takes a stance, genji chuckles. ]
Since you've been so kind as to provide.
[ he's quick to crouch, and throw the knife, jumping after it. he's not actually aiming for mamoru - if for any reason he didn't catch or deflect it, it'd sail over his shoulder. ]
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Since they're showing off.
And Mamoru will shake his head a day or two later, running the scene in his mind when everything seemingly seems clearer - how he disregards the jump after the blade, how he does not analyze that fluidity of motion (that can't obviously just be human, no matter how much it mimics it), how indulgent he actually felt there to counteract with a flaunt such as this one:
He doesn't move until the last second.
While the handy-dandy system in his shades projects probable trajectories of ballistic weapons, it doesn't really work with knives. But Mamoru hadn't sensed aggression in the throw. It's how he guesses the trajectory of it despite his limited sight.
Quick with a smooth flick of his wrist, he makes the flat of the sword hit the flat of the knife, making it ricochet upwards with a sharp ping!
He catches it when it comes back down easy enough between two fingers.] Pretty sure you can do better than that.
sorry about this taking a bit!
for now, though, he uses the additional grace to leap up on top of one of the fallen cerberus, and then pushes himself towards mamoru, landing behind him.
he's immediately trying to pluck that blade back out of mamoru's hands with a little chuckle. ]
I think I could as well, friend.
[ he's ready to counter a number of potential moves - to jump away from a punch or swing of a blade, to let go of the blade if mamoru moves away. ]
NP! I've been laptopless and reduced to my phone lately so it's ok
This has no meaning whatsoever aside that it's merely exploratory.
Mamoru moves away, twirls the blade between his fingers to shield it with the curve of his hand - half a cover, half a preparation for throwing it. The movement of his feet is no short of grace itself, practiced ease and fast, but nothing that compares to Genji.
It makes his jaw set. That there are things on the lenses of his shades going NO DATA aiming at Genji's body doesn't help. He can only see his outline, after all, but the system in his sunglasses keeps trying to identify something else.
What the fuck.] Am I right when I say I'm hearing machinery in you?
oof yeah that's rough
You would be correct. But it should not be something you are able to hear.
[ he's not going to elaborate just yet, though he's not shy of his cyborg nature. ]
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This showing off, stance at the ready, that honestly has no purpose aside from the fact that he had his knife back.
He almost has half a mind to put it back on the strap underneath his jacket. Where it belonged.
Closing time.
Except that, and the way Genji holds the short sword in his hand. That urges on a will to test things further.
His thumb makes the blade twirl between his two fingers pensively as if considering the idea of throwing it again. It makes his breath hitch just a tad, adrenaline going.]
I guess you could say I'm cheating.
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stealing isn't his style either, though, admittedly.
when mamoru says he's cheating a bit, genji tilts his head to the other side, ears perking forward as if he can hear mamoru doing so. then he chuckles. ]
Well, your cheating has determined correctly. I am missing my legs and left arm; these are artificial under the armor.
[ he wiggles a foot, before setting it sturdy down on the ground. ]
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This, however, felt more seamless than what The Aegis had, though. A liquid precision to it, adding something to otherwise human movements (even if entirely OP lbr). Almost no room for error.
The ears, though. That can't be right.] Take it those aren't artificial, though.
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the question of his ears, though, has him flexing them again. ]
That would be the work of the moon. Usually what is left of my human body would transform fully - instead I have these ears and tail, despite my bracelet.
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He has been wearing his bracelet, too, but if this guy still manages to get features that don't belong to him still, then that meant that he wasn't just feeling like some sort of weird dental infection.
He brings a thumb to his teeth, presses to find them sharp enough to create small divots to mold the soft pad there.]
What the hell...
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[ by knocking him out, but we won't go there. he watches mamoru touch his teeth and gives a little click of his tongue. ]
I see you have not escaped it either.