Through the peaceful murmur of Moonblessed gardening, there are two loud woofs and a startled - "Nisha!"
The large dog bounding across the parade route turned back, his tail wagging lightly, before he went back to playing. With a hand trowel in his mouth, it was clear that the dog had probably not been allowed to take it away. Yet, he's too far away from his owner - the only remnant of his owner is that voice - to even be reined back in.
Nisha instead seems to have a pep in his step, exploring curiously. The sunset-colored harness stood out from his fur, the leash dragging along the ground. Upon spotting Genji, just how strange he was (to Nisha himself, anyway) drew him in, padding over with confused perk of his ears and tilted head. The whine of confusion was muffled by the handle of the trowel in his mouth, but he seemed eager to sniff and try and figure out this strange new person anyway.
Genji hums a little bit to himself as he works on planting another seedling. He didn't pay the startled voice much mind - there is plenty of noise going on around him - but the soft pad pad of feet over to him and then a whine has him looking up.
His helmet is pushed up, at least, exposing his eyes, and they crinkle in delight and a small chuckle as he raises a gloved hand for inspection. Nisha may smell many things - the metal and synthetic of his body, the faint electric scent of energy, but underneath it all is a distinctly human scent.
"Why hello there. You seem to have slipped your master's leash."
Nisha lowered his head, nosing and sniffing at the metallic hand offered to him - he barks, the noise muffled by what's in his mouth, though it quickly drops to the ground. He seems far more interested in Genji than making off like a bandit with his owner's tools.
There's clearly a human under there, after all - under the plastic and metal, but that wasn't quite right, either. It smelled like his owner's chair. He lightly chewed at the hand offered, not trying to actually inflict hurt with a bite, but trying to figure out what was "wrong" with the texture, or if this was a strange golem from a far-off land. Was it plastic all the way down? Metal? Was this a gauntlet of some kind? He tugged lightly as if trying to take off the glove.
Genji can sense that the dog is not biting with intent, merely the curious bite of someone trying to figure out what's going on. For Nisha's part, he'll find that it's metal - and something similar to metal under that that gives, somehow softer.
Genji's dragon, however, is none too happy about being chewed on. There's a slight sizzle of chroma and she comes slinking up over his shoulder, chattering a warning to Nisha despite being the size of a small chihuahua.
Nisha let out a soft whine as he drew back, tilting his head this way and that curiously at the hand, though the chattering draws his attention again. Almost instantly, he ducks his head low and lets out a low growl.
Thankfully, it's just as a harried man comes up, looking a little peeved with his black hair all askew, face set in a frown and pursed lips, his hands gripping onto the armrests of his wheelchair. "Nisha, what are you doing?"
Ah, caught. The dog starts and then returns to his owner's side, for Belias to press a hand on his head and try to find the leash in the grass as he speaks to Genji. "My most sincere apologies for his bothering you. He doesn't usually run off like that...! If I may do anything -"
His own speech tapers off, actually meeting Genji's gaze and finding himself struck with both awe and confusion. "... to... help... er. Hello."
Ramen, the dragon, arches up her back and lifts her chin like she's somehow won this battle despite it being Belias that had Nisha retreating.
Genji looks at the young man who is clearly the dog's owner and smiles, waving a hand to Nisha and Belias. He leans over and plucks up the leash, offering it to Belias.
"He was no bother at all. He merely seemed curious about me. And hello. My name is Genji Shimada."
Belias took the leash with both of his hands, still momentarily stunned. Nisha didn't like golems and moving machines, so the fact that he wasn't growling or seemed unnerved meant that there was human to him. He managed a smile, even if he seemed sheepish.
"I think we both share a similar curiosity..." His eyes flickered to Ramen before he gave a nod, and his smile turned more genuine. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Belias." He bowed his head lightly, the small gemstones hanging from his crown clinking against each other as he did so.
"Curiosity is good. It's much better than contempt."
Which is, of course, what he's used to experiencing back home. He inclines his head to Belias in kind. Then, he leans up, moving his face mask up a little so it rests on top of his head.
Under that is a human face, scarred, with warm brown eyes. Below his bottom lip his jaw seems to shift to something synthetic.
"I am not a fully mechanical being, if that was in question.:
The question is out of his mouth before he can really think on it, almost-black eyes full of concern. It's a second after that he realizes his question, and furthermore - remembers that even if he hasn't been on the receiving end of that sort of scorn, he knows someone dear to him that does. The guilt makes him wince. Ah. Right. Of course, people show contempt to those who are different... but still, he seems like a wonder, and those eyes make his heart skip a beat. He's hoping his ears only feel hot and aren't getting red.
"My apologies. I understand, though..." Belias found himself smiling as his shoulders relaxed. "Curiosity and awe is all I have for you. I assumed you weren't fully mechanical - Nisha gets a bit scared around golems and automatons... quite the traditionalist, this one." He looked to his dog with a cheeky glance, laughing a bit to himself. "I suppose - may I ask if you get cold due to the metal transmitting temperature?"
Without realizing it, Genji echoes Belias' thoughts with a small shake of his head.
"People from my home fear that which they do not understand entirely. They have their reasons, but it does not excuse such things now."
He shrugs a little bit, apparently not as bothered as he would be normally to discuss it. He smiles when Belias assures him it's nothing but curiosity and awe. The question has him chuckling.
"It does not, actually. The metal is mostly external, and what is closer to my body is a synthetic metal that keeps me warm. I'm actually more in danger of overheating, most days, than being cold."
He shrugs a shoulder, but this time the green circles on his shoulder pop out with a small hiss of steam.
Both Belias and Nisha start at the hiss of steam, momentarily alike in how they expressed their surprise with round eyes and stiff spines. Some people said owners were often reflected in their pets, and that was certainly true of the king and his dog. If he had dog ears, they'd probably perk up just like Nisha's, too. He tamped down his surprise and smoothed a hand over Nisha's fur, coaxing the mastiff to calm down.
But to that end... "You seem to be quite at ease with it all even so," he said, his voice idle but purposeful. "May I ask - how long have you had... should I call it 'armor'? I wouldn't want to be crude or disrespectful to you, Sir Shimada."
"Armor works, but it is more than armor. I lost my legs and left arm many years ago, and this was created to replace them. That was ten years ago. This particular version of it, I have had for five years."
He seems amused by Belias and Nisha's reaction. Ramen, for her part, chatters in amusement, climbing to Genji's other shoulder and pushing at the green until he retracts it.
"Technically, I am what we call a cyborg. Part machine, part man."
Belias's eyes followed Ramen, and while Nisha got to his feet, he just pressed down on the dog's head, silently instructing him to sit again. He didn't think there was any danger in that little thing.
"'Cyborg', is it...? Whatever you went through, I'm sorry you had to experience such a harrowing experience," he said, voice having a tinge of understanding. Even though he still had his legs, it didn't mean that he had the use of them. "Though I never thought that having parts of your body replaced by such things would change who you 'are'. Perhaps it's just my poor old mind trying to catch up to all of this technology." He led off with a chuckle, bowing his head with humility (old mind? Really?) "May I ask - who's your friend?"
"It is fine. It is far in the past and those at fault have been forgiven," Genji says with peace in his voice.
At the question to Ramen, she looks up at Belias and chatters. Genji reaches up to rub behind her ears.
"She is my spirit dragon, Ramen. It is a family tradition that heirs to my clan have their own. She has her own personality, but she is also a part of me and has kept me safe for many years. Normally she's quite large," he says with a little, impish smile.
"I am guessing they do not have such mechanical beings or hybrids such as I where you are from?"
A dragon? Those really existed? He just thought those were a myth!
He looked to Ramen with a bit of interest and awe, though he returned his gaze to Genji attentively. "You would be right - it's only been recently that a chair has been put together so I might move around... I've been bedridden for months, now. If we had the sort of technology you had, I wager I would've had a much easier time." Even so, he doesn't sound bitter or jealous - he's certainly amazed and maybe a little wistful at the idea, but...
"Truth be told, the idea is a little scary to me. Not so much that you are, but the procedure..."
In Genji's world, they are considered a bit of a myth as well. He and his brother, Hanzo, as well as their father and grandfather, were the proof that that myth was not so. He listens to Belias explain the recent creation of his chair, and gives a little nod.
"I understand. The particular procedure for me was necessary - I had physically lost three limbs. I am not sure if I would recommend it for someone who still has their limbs attached." For lack of a better way to describe it, at the very least.
"But, the doctor who performed the procedure is also here. If you would like, I could always ask to see if there is something we could fashion for you that does not require the same design."
Belias gave a light start at the idea, his eyes a bit wide before he seemed to sober, lapsing into thought.
That was...
"That's very kind of you to offer to a stranger," he said, feeling his shame start to creep up on him. Everything told him to not accept such an offer; he didn't need help. A doctor? He was tired of being hovered over. Wasn't this fine? The months after the battle had been fierce and full of being scolded even if people had been thankful for what he did - and he wasn't sure he had the strength to go through all of that again, especially without others around him.
After a moment, he raised his eyes to Genji's, earnest. "How long did it take for you to get... used to it all?"
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"It took me a long time. But, I was not happy about what had happened to me," Genji notes softly. "I did not want to be put in a body like this - part of me wished I had simply died."
It's.. difficult to admit, normally. But he thinks that Belias might understand, at least a fraction of that feeling.
"Eventually, when I was in a better place, I was grateful for what had been done for me." Genji reaches out, resting a hand on one of Belias' knees.
"It is not something you must consider right away, or ever. I don't know if something could be done, either. But there is an offer to talk, regardless."
Going by the way Belias's brows knit and his gaze fell for a moment - he did understand. He'd meant to sacrifice his life for his country and the people he loved twice and yet had walked away broken twice - and the last time, it was in a way he'd been ashamed of. He would never be upset at his sacrifice, only that it left him helpless for such a long time before he'd been able to move about and feel like even a fraction of himself again.
Belias let out a breath, bowing his head and then raking his messy bangs back. "It's only been a few months..." was all he could get out at first, before he settled somewhat, still sheepish and feeling vulnerable. He didn't like showing this side of himself to others. He was a king, after all - he had to be strong.
But, he supposed... a king was no king without subjects, and without his people here, he could live as an ordinary man. Perhaps. Perhaps that was all he was right now. There was comfort in that.
Genji's cause of hurt was not so noble - his brother had been ordered to 'deal with him' on behalf of their clan. Genji had fought back, and the battle had turned.. violent. It was only due to his clan's criminal activities that he'd even been saved, since the peacekeeping organization that saved him had an eye on them.
Without that, he would have died in his family's shrine, by his brother's hand. That is not something he can disclose just yet.
Still, he gives a squeeze to Belias' knee when he says it's been a few months, and that there's no harm in talking.
"I will mention it to her, and you may talk with her in time. My name is Genji, also. It is nice to meet you, Belias." He had been focused so much on the dog he'd failed to return the name when it was given!
"Would you like to help me plant some more of these seeds?" A subject change seems to be in order, since he doesn't want to press Belias or make him uncomfortable.
"Genji, then," he murmurs, voice soft - still a bit affected by their conversation. It'd been so soon after his injury (if he could even call it that) that the mere idea still threw him off his balance.
It wasn't even an option at home, but he was fairly sure that was because he still hadn't done the fae ceremony that would allow his adopted daughter to become a part of his house. No one wanted to jeopardize the king's health when he was the only heir left, and especially not now that his people had grown respect for his deeds.
He did, however, manage to smile, banishing away morose thoughts. "Ah - yes. I would, thank you. I'm not sure what I can do seated like this, unless you were to help me onto the ground..."
"Ah, well - I don't have any feeling in my lower legs so I wouldn't be able to stand up... Nisha tends to help me in that, if you would just give me an arm. You could pick me up if you'd rather..."
To be fair to Genji, his closest guard tended to subscribe to the 'pick up' school of thought, so Belias just accepted it (even if he was often mortified. Granted, he'd probably react better to Genji picking him up than an old childhood friend.)
Genji offers his arm with a little smile, letting Belias use it and Nisha do what he needs to in order to move the king. He'd rather Belias do what he'd prefer, not what might be 'easier' for those helping him. Angela, his doctor, had done the same for him during his recovery.
Once they have Belias settled in front of a fresh patch of dirt, Genji sits down next to him. "Nisha seems to be quite helpful. How long have you had him?"
Belias shifts his body closer to the edge of the seat as best as he can, and when Nisha sees this he gets up, nudging him along and carrying some of his owner's weight in smoothly bringing him down to the ground. He noses at Belias's arm and makes his free hand braced over his doggy shoulders, and the young king just smiles down at his companion.
"Ah, just a few years. My old guard dog had... met her end a handful of years ago," Belias affectionately scratched his ears. "It's quite difficult when they pass. Though perhaps you won't have that problem with Ramen? From where I'm from, dragons are quite long-lived, if not immortal."
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The large dog bounding across the parade route turned back, his tail wagging lightly, before he went back to playing. With a hand trowel in his mouth, it was clear that the dog had probably not been allowed to take it away. Yet, he's too far away from his owner - the only remnant of his owner is that voice - to even be reined back in.
Nisha instead seems to have a pep in his step, exploring curiously. The sunset-colored harness stood out from his fur, the leash dragging along the ground. Upon spotting Genji, just how strange he was (to Nisha himself, anyway) drew him in, padding over with confused perk of his ears and tilted head. The whine of confusion was muffled by the handle of the trowel in his mouth, but he seemed eager to sniff and try and figure out this strange new person anyway.
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His helmet is pushed up, at least, exposing his eyes, and they crinkle in delight and a small chuckle as he raises a gloved hand for inspection. Nisha may smell many things - the metal and synthetic of his body, the faint electric scent of energy, but underneath it all is a distinctly human scent.
"Why hello there. You seem to have slipped your master's leash."
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There's clearly a human under there, after all - under the plastic and metal, but that wasn't quite right, either. It smelled like his owner's chair. He lightly chewed at the hand offered, not trying to actually inflict hurt with a bite, but trying to figure out what was "wrong" with the texture, or if this was a strange golem from a far-off land. Was it plastic all the way down? Metal? Was this a gauntlet of some kind? He tugged lightly as if trying to take off the glove.
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Genji can sense that the dog is not biting with intent, merely the curious bite of someone trying to figure out what's going on. For Nisha's part, he'll find that it's metal - and something similar to metal under that that gives, somehow softer.
Genji's dragon, however, is none too happy about being chewed on. There's a slight sizzle of chroma and she comes slinking up over his shoulder, chattering a warning to Nisha despite being the size of a small chihuahua.
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Thankfully, it's just as a harried man comes up, looking a little peeved with his black hair all askew, face set in a frown and pursed lips, his hands gripping onto the armrests of his wheelchair. "Nisha, what are you doing?"
Ah, caught. The dog starts and then returns to his owner's side, for Belias to press a hand on his head and try to find the leash in the grass as he speaks to Genji. "My most sincere apologies for his bothering you. He doesn't usually run off like that...! If I may do anything -"
His own speech tapers off, actually meeting Genji's gaze and finding himself struck with both awe and confusion. "... to... help... er. Hello."
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Genji looks at the young man who is clearly the dog's owner and smiles, waving a hand to Nisha and Belias. He leans over and plucks up the leash, offering it to Belias.
"He was no bother at all. He merely seemed curious about me. And hello. My name is Genji Shimada."
Hopefully his brother does not precede him!
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"I think we both share a similar curiosity..." His eyes flickered to Ramen before he gave a nod, and his smile turned more genuine. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Belias." He bowed his head lightly, the small gemstones hanging from his crown clinking against each other as he did so.
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Which is, of course, what he's used to experiencing back home. He inclines his head to Belias in kind. Then, he leans up, moving his face mask up a little so it rests on top of his head.
Under that is a human face, scarred, with warm brown eyes. Below his bottom lip his jaw seems to shift to something synthetic.
"I am not a fully mechanical being, if that was in question.:
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The question is out of his mouth before he can really think on it, almost-black eyes full of concern. It's a second after that he realizes his question, and furthermore - remembers that even if he hasn't been on the receiving end of that sort of scorn, he knows someone dear to him that does. The guilt makes him wince. Ah. Right. Of course, people show contempt to those who are different... but still, he seems like a wonder, and those eyes make his heart skip a beat. He's hoping his ears only feel hot and aren't getting red.
"My apologies. I understand, though..." Belias found himself smiling as his shoulders relaxed. "Curiosity and awe is all I have for you. I assumed you weren't fully mechanical - Nisha gets a bit scared around golems and automatons... quite the traditionalist, this one." He looked to his dog with a cheeky glance, laughing a bit to himself. "I suppose - may I ask if you get cold due to the metal transmitting temperature?"
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"People from my home fear that which they do not understand entirely. They have their reasons, but it does not excuse such things now."
He shrugs a little bit, apparently not as bothered as he would be normally to discuss it. He smiles when Belias assures him it's nothing but curiosity and awe. The question has him chuckling.
"It does not, actually. The metal is mostly external, and what is closer to my body is a synthetic metal that keeps me warm. I'm actually more in danger of overheating, most days, than being cold."
He shrugs a shoulder, but this time the green circles on his shoulder pop out with a small hiss of steam.
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But to that end... "You seem to be quite at ease with it all even so," he said, his voice idle but purposeful. "May I ask - how long have you had... should I call it 'armor'? I wouldn't want to be crude or disrespectful to you, Sir Shimada."
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He seems amused by Belias and Nisha's reaction. Ramen, for her part, chatters in amusement, climbing to Genji's other shoulder and pushing at the green until he retracts it.
"Technically, I am what we call a cyborg. Part machine, part man."
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"'Cyborg', is it...? Whatever you went through, I'm sorry you had to experience such a harrowing experience," he said, voice having a tinge of understanding. Even though he still had his legs, it didn't mean that he had the use of them. "Though I never thought that having parts of your body replaced by such things would change who you 'are'. Perhaps it's just my poor old mind trying to catch up to all of this technology." He led off with a chuckle, bowing his head with humility (old mind? Really?) "May I ask - who's your friend?"
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At the question to Ramen, she looks up at Belias and chatters. Genji reaches up to rub behind her ears.
"She is my spirit dragon, Ramen. It is a family tradition that heirs to my clan have their own. She has her own personality, but she is also a part of me and has kept me safe for many years. Normally she's quite large," he says with a little, impish smile.
"I am guessing they do not have such mechanical beings or hybrids such as I where you are from?"
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He looked to Ramen with a bit of interest and awe, though he returned his gaze to Genji attentively. "You would be right - it's only been recently that a chair has been put together so I might move around... I've been bedridden for months, now. If we had the sort of technology you had, I wager I would've had a much easier time." Even so, he doesn't sound bitter or jealous - he's certainly amazed and maybe a little wistful at the idea, but...
"Truth be told, the idea is a little scary to me. Not so much that you are, but the procedure..."
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"I understand. The particular procedure for me was necessary - I had physically lost three limbs. I am not sure if I would recommend it for someone who still has their limbs attached." For lack of a better way to describe it, at the very least.
"But, the doctor who performed the procedure is also here. If you would like, I could always ask to see if there is something we could fashion for you that does not require the same design."
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That was...
"That's very kind of you to offer to a stranger," he said, feeling his shame start to creep up on him. Everything told him to not accept such an offer; he didn't need help. A doctor? He was tired of being hovered over. Wasn't this fine? The months after the battle had been fierce and full of being scolded even if people had been thankful for what he did - and he wasn't sure he had the strength to go through all of that again, especially without others around him.
After a moment, he raised his eyes to Genji's, earnest. "How long did it take for you to get... used to it all?"
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It's.. difficult to admit, normally. But he thinks that Belias might understand, at least a fraction of that feeling.
"Eventually, when I was in a better place, I was grateful for what had been done for me." Genji reaches out, resting a hand on one of Belias' knees.
"It is not something you must consider right away, or ever. I don't know if something could be done, either. But there is an offer to talk, regardless."
oh!! thank you <3 definitely would be interested!
Belias let out a breath, bowing his head and then raking his messy bangs back. "It's only been a few months..." was all he could get out at first, before he settled somewhat, still sheepish and feeling vulnerable. He didn't like showing this side of himself to others. He was a king, after all - he had to be strong.
But, he supposed... a king was no king without subjects, and without his people here, he could live as an ordinary man. Perhaps. Perhaps that was all he was right now. There was comfort in that.
"I... suppose there's no harm in talking."
also belias is cute *A*
Without that, he would have died in his family's shrine, by his brother's hand. That is not something he can disclose just yet.
Still, he gives a squeeze to Belias' knee when he says it's been a few months, and that there's no harm in talking.
"I will mention it to her, and you may talk with her in time. My name is Genji, also. It is nice to meet you, Belias." He had been focused so much on the dog he'd failed to return the name when it was given!
"Would you like to help me plant some more of these seeds?" A subject change seems to be in order, since he doesn't want to press Belias or make him uncomfortable.
ahh thank you, so is genji!!
It wasn't even an option at home, but he was fairly sure that was because he still hadn't done the fae ceremony that would allow his adopted daughter to become a part of his house. No one wanted to jeopardize the king's health when he was the only heir left, and especially not now that his people had grown respect for his deeds.
He did, however, manage to smile, banishing away morose thoughts. "Ah - yes. I would, thank you. I'm not sure what I can do seated like this, unless you were to help me onto the ground..."
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"I am quite a bit stronger than I seem. What would be the best way to help you down?"
He could pick Belias up and place him down, but he may not need such an extreme move and only need the aid of an arm.
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To be fair to Genji, his closest guard tended to subscribe to the 'pick up' school of thought, so Belias just accepted it (even if he was often mortified. Granted, he'd probably react better to Genji picking him up than an old childhood friend.)
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Once they have Belias settled in front of a fresh patch of dirt, Genji sits down next to him. "Nisha seems to be quite helpful. How long have you had him?"
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"Ah, just a few years. My old guard dog had... met her end a handful of years ago," Belias affectionately scratched his ears. "It's quite difficult when they pass. Though perhaps you won't have that problem with Ramen? From where I'm from, dragons are quite long-lived, if not immortal."
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wrap soon? so they can have a daaate
yesss! we can end it here