"Very well." He turns towards the orbs, extremely glad to be concentrating on anything other than talking to Hanzo. They seem doomed to have awkward, strained encounters where neither of them leave satisfied.
At least Hanzo will have the arrows.
The shield array is softly pulsating, keeping the orbs in place, reaching out he can touch it, but it won't move when prodded. Small sockets above and below each orb seem to be the source of the shield, and Genji moves to the shiniest one, and the greenest, putting some distance between it and standing up straighter. The panel along his forearm slides back, a hidden mechanism dispensing three shurikens into his waiting fingers and he lets fly. One embeds into the top socket and the other into the bottom, causing the shield to crackle and then fade out.
Pleased with himself he retrieves his ninja stars, carefully loading them back into his arm. There's something else in there too, a folded scrap of paper wedged between the mechanical bits and the shell of his armor, but he merely pokes it back down so it won't get caught as he slides the panel closed with a flick of his wrist.
"What do you think these are?" He pulls the orb free, holding it between his palms and looking at it from different angles. Other than being very pretty he's not sure what they're for.
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At least Hanzo will have the arrows.
The shield array is softly pulsating, keeping the orbs in place, reaching out he can touch it, but it won't move when prodded. Small sockets above and below each orb seem to be the source of the shield, and Genji moves to the shiniest one, and the greenest, putting some distance between it and standing up straighter. The panel along his forearm slides back, a hidden mechanism dispensing three shurikens into his waiting fingers and he lets fly. One embeds into the top socket and the other into the bottom, causing the shield to crackle and then fade out.
Pleased with himself he retrieves his ninja stars, carefully loading them back into his arm. There's something else in there too, a folded scrap of paper wedged between the mechanical bits and the shell of his armor, but he merely pokes it back down so it won't get caught as he slides the panel closed with a flick of his wrist.
"What do you think these are?" He pulls the orb free, holding it between his palms and looking at it from different angles. Other than being very pretty he's not sure what they're for.