TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD!

[dousing]

BIG DAMN ADVENTURE MEME So you wanna go on an adventure? Let's help you out. It's time to save the world! Or not. Something's gone horribly wrong and it's your job to fix it! Or, you know, make it worse. We're not the cops. You could fight a dragon, cure a disease, or rule with an iron fist. The world's your oyster. Tag in with your name and series, post your preferences, and play away! We're running out of time, adventurers!

LOCATIONS 1. FANTASY Sorcery, demons, monsters, knights in shining armor, magic rings you need to throw into a volcano... 2. FUTURE Technology is rampant. Maybe you have to overthrow your dystopian government or learn how to feel again. 3. SPACE Will you explore the final frontier or are you in a galaxy far far away? Those synthetics don't look very friendly. 4. MODERN Sometimes the scariest things are right outside our front door. 5. SUPERHEROES So you wanna be a superhero? Do you have what it takes to save the day? 6. APOCALYPSE The world's already ended. You're just picking up the pieces. SCENARIOS 1. OVERTHROW An evil empire is calling the shots. A corrupt government is making your friends disappear. Fix it. 2. CONSPIRACY No one believes you but your best friend, but things are going wrong and someone in particular is behind it. 3. MEDICAL A disease is killing off people at a horrifying rate and you're trying to find a cure. 4. ZOMBIES Holy shit, is that person EATING someone? You have to escape the zombies, and FAST. Remember: aim for the head. 5. EXPLORATION There's nothing pressing about to kill everything, but you're exploring new territories. Maybe you'll find a new threat. 6. DOWN TIME A break between missions. Heal, regroup, and take care of yourselves. 7. WE NEED WHAT? You're looking for the item to end everything. The BFG, the one ring, the conduit. Whatever it is, you have to find it first. 8. WE MIGHT DIE TOMORROW It's time for the final battle. Are you ready? Are your friends, troops, loved ones? Make your speech or find someone to spend your last night with. 9. MY ARCH NEMESIS You know who the villain is. So does everyone else. They're the Ganon, the Sauron, it doesn't matter. You have to win. 10. THE WORLD WE'RE SAVING HATES US You're trying to save the world but everyone hates you; you're doing it anyway because you need to, it's the right thing to do even if no one cares if you live or die. 11. WE HATE THE WORLD WE'RE SAVING You hate EVERYONE. You hate the world and wish it would go down in flames but you live here too, or you have to because nothing you do to stop trying works. Whatever. 12. WHY WOULD I SAVE IT? You're the villain in any of the above scenarios and then some! Go wild! As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!

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1 + 6 probs goin on other stuff because us. also 10 because them

[fallensparrow]

[Their meeting had been a complete accident. Rumors leading McCree to a mansion on a job to turn a quick few gold wound up with him in over his head, the spiritual forces inhabiting the mansion much stronger, and much more malevolent, than they'd initially appeared. Genji had been residing in the mansion a long, long time, attempting to scare off any unaware passersby who stumbled their way into the place before real harm could come to them, intimidating when he was nothing more than a suit of armor and two pinpoints of bright, glowing green for eyes. He hadn't died in this place, but somehow he'd woken up here and taken to languishing in its depths, seeing no reason to leave when there was nothing waiting for him in the world beyond.

Then the gunslinger had blown in, nearly died, and Genji had stepped in to even the odds before he could reconsider actively crossing the other spirits sharing the mansion with him. It had been a difficult battle, but between the two of them they'd found a way to beat the angry spirits back, to banish them from the mansion. It had gone cold and empty, an awful silence descending over the place, and Genji had known that staying there wasn't an option anymore.

So he'd followed McCree out through the doors and back into a world that had long forgotten the name Genji Shimada, if it had ever really known it at all.

The armor he'd come to possess is bigger, bulkier than the body he'd had in life, had taken years to truly master and settle into. He's spent so long in the armor that after a point it had become difficult to remember what being in a flesh form had felt like. But after joining McCree in his travels, it's all come back with painful clarity.

He misses eating, he misses sleeping, he misses physical sensation. Pain, cold, hunger or fatigue would be positive steps at this point, but he doesn't have the benefit of even that much. At least it's easy on McCree, he supposes. He doesn't have to worry about attempting to accommodate a sudden addition to his travels. Genji requires nothing at all.]

I do not understand why you insist on staying up, [he's in the middle of saying, hands folded on the hilt of his sword and helmet tilted at McCree in his approximation of confusion.] I do not require sleep. You do. I can keep watch indefinitely.

[It doesn't make sense, and yet here they are, still both awake as the night grows longer around them, fire blazing.]

FINALLY FUCKING ROLLS IN ON THIS AFTER AGONIZING OVER FANTASY JRPG BULLSHIT

[fistfulofholla]

[ And as McCree had so very rudely voiced (please do forgive him, Genji, he was roughly 70% dead after all), he'd never been so happy to see a rustbucket come to his rescue. Plenty of the haunted armor he'd dealt with in the past had given him grief, but haunted residencies turned up higher bounties and more expensive things to haul back into town and sell.

Hell, he'd once hefted an entire gold-plated dresser into town and got about 600 gold coins out of the deal. Paid off some debts, cut his ties with a nasty guild for the price of his arm, did some donating, bought himself some nice (and stupid) new armor as well as the enchanted prosthetic arm, storing the rest of the gold for the future. It'd been his best haul and he'd thrown out his back, laid up in bed for a week at a cute little apothecary's place.

The companionship was unexpectedly nice, really. He'd been something of a lone star wandering the continent, never expecting to communicate with the suit of armor but finding that really, he did genuinely enjoy him. Genji, he'd called himself. It tickled somethin' in the back of his brain. (Memories of an old wives' tale about two dragons who had once been brothers.) It'd come to him soon enough, he reckoned.

One day turned into two, then four, then a week, two. The more they spoke the more interested he became, and the faintest mention or hint of those sorts of physical wants has them setting off for a practitioner rumored (and verified credibly) to have pulled spirits and channel them into new locations or bodies. Jesse can't imagine a life without food or drink or cigars or being able to feel a beautiful woman's touch. ]

Naw, G. I'd never ask ya to do that; you just keep on enjoyin' it while you've got the chance. We'll get you that mage who works with wanderin' souls.

[ His own head tilts in response, a fat cigar stuck in his mouth from when they'd left the town before last. His lighter flicks open and he rolls the cigar as he lights it, getting it going evenly before putting the lighter back. Once he does, he flops right back on the grass and looks up at the sky, fragrant smoke drifting up and obscuring the stars to him. ]

Pretty, ain't it? The sky. Sure, it's nice when the sun's out, but the stars are best. You know your constellations?

[fallensparrow]

[Genji isn't putting much stock in this idea of McCree's, but he goes along with it because it's clear the gunslinger is trying to do nothing more than help him. Might as well give it a try once. When it doesn't work, it'll be fine. Genji's gotten used to this body. Going back to flesh, blood, bone, it would likely be a shock after the years of unfeeling steal and incorporeality, no matter Genji's nostalgia for life.

Besides, he doubts any warlock could give him back the body he once had. The life he had.

He looks at the night sky as McCree lies back and remembers stretching his wings, flying among the dark and the stars with his brother in better times. Lying with him in an unruly knot of long, scaled bodies and limbs, listening to Hanzo point out stars and weave their tales. Prodding him for the stories no matter how many times Genji had heard them. He tries not to think about those days. Tries not to think about Hanzo and the complicated tangle of emotions that the name brings him now.]

I cannot say I do. [A lie, but he finds McCree's voice soothing to listen to, somehow. Perhaps it's his unhurried drawl, or the warmth that seems to permeate his tone. During their relatively short time together, Genji has grown the habit of letting McCree talk as he will simply to listen to him. It's been a long, long time since Genji had company like him.] More knowledge you have picked up on your travels?

[There's the slightest hint of amusement in Genji's voice as he says it. The days have shown him that McCree has a large and rather esoteric internal library of skills and information, like knowing the lifespans of various animals or the uncanny ability to differentiate birds by calls. Genji hasn't failed to allow him to show off, but also has picked up the habit of teasing McCree about it. But it could be taken as a step in a positive direction. Better than the near silence he'd stayed in for the first few days.]

[fistfulofholla]

[ Jesse holds no illusions over giving Genji back the life he had had before— one that had, very apparently, been gone for quite some time. Decades upon decades, if not actual centuries. Getting the details from him wasn't important in their odd little friendship but he remained curious all the same, and the story of the two dragons was almost completely forgotten. He had visited all the elders in each town he's swept through and only caught a few breadcrumbs. He felt like he was piecing together an entire damn bakery for all the good it did, but he had never been one to give up so easily. He wants to see a Genji that can eat at the campfire with him, and get drunk, and shiver when the nights get cold.

The gunslinger can't even imagine the memories going through Genji's mind at that moment, but he almost reckons there's a hint of nostalgia and hurt in the way the green light wavers in the visor, and Jesse knows he's lying the moment he answers. ]

Must think I'm one 'a them roosters that thinks the sun only rises to hear 'em crow. Well, far be it from me to rub your nose in it. Let's start straight above us. You see that bright one there? trace it down to the next; it's the turtle Teuthida. Usually over the horizon in Spring, he brings in the summer tides.

Lil further down to the left there's Sphenodon, the mountain range the turtle's gotta cross. See how the bigguns zig-zag? Two sister peaks kept apart by the brother Sphenos, the brightest star in the sky. That one'll lead you all the way to the ocean to the north.

Over here now, them five bright ones almost in the center of the sky? That's Halichoerus, the starfish. It's got eleven stars in it. That brighter leg leads us down to my favorite; Setonix, the mermaid. She's a beauty, an' she's always lead me right home. The moon's a pearl in her hands all summer long.

[ Jesse couldn't imagine this suit of armor cooped up all by his lonesome without anyone to talk to, no voices to hear but his own, so he makes no effort to keep quiet if Genji asks him something or another. He turns to look at his companion sprawled out there on the plains with him, blowing smoke up towards Halichoerus before metal fingers come to drum against his sternum. ]

Followin' along?