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[justice_from_above]

Who| Fareeha and You!
What| Post mission chillaxing
Where| Little Cairo Coffee Shop in Fareeha's habitation region
When| Post To Have And To Hold mission
Warnings/Notes| n\a

Fareeha had been left with a few things to think about, in light of her mission with Junkrat and a later conversation with Jack. She's inundated with conflicting emotions, none of them strong enough to rule out their resisting counterpart, but enough that there's a constant muzz in her head that she's trying to feel out. She had enjoyed her time with Junkrat, but should she have? Is she letting her guard down too much? But, she's never felt quite so at ease with herself in a long while. The mission itself offered some moral hesitance, and while she went through with it in the end, she wondered what that meant about the stability of her own morals, and what Legion might hold for her in the future.

She's not quite hiding, but she's spending a bit more time at the coffee house in her habitat than on the Legion ship. Feel free to hit her up for a conversation or a free coffee or tea (or milk tea boba, the newest item on the menu!).

Comments

[justice_from_above]

"Quite the riddle you've got there." Okay, but is she really surprised? No, not really.

Fareeha chuckles darkly as she chafes her arms. "I guess I should have figured something like that." Things worth attaining weren't usually easy. But, she's got this; she may have come from a warm clime, but she's spent some time in colder ones as well throughout her life. After indulging herself a little longer, she balls her hands into fists and puts her arms down to her side in an attempt to acclimate to the weather. Granted, those times she was out in colder climes, she was usually dressed for it.

[justice_from_above]

Fareeha can't help it, she chuckles lightly at his response, and gives him a little wave while she collects herself.

"I was joking, Jamison. I know we're here for the long haul."

[muroieda]

Oh, good. He's an awfully private person, despite how outgoing and friendly he is, if the mines surrounding his camper are indication. While he doesn't mind spending a few one-off nights sleeping in the same bed as Fareeha, living together is another story.

He makes a relieved titter.

"In that place--ya got a place that serves food here? Could go fer some Egyptian grub, at the very least."

[touchmydragon]

Genji turns to look at Fareeha. If she could see through his helmet, she would have definitely noticed the grin. Of course she wasn't going to have to sit out in the cold. But if she had given up at just that mention, he probably would have turned them both around. Instead, he opened a door into a side room where a fire was lit. Thankfully, it was warm inside.

"We will start in here. Ignoring the weather around you is a skill to be learned far in the future."

[justice_from_above]

It's one thing they have in common; she enjoys her time with him, but he is intense. Having a place of her own to retire to if she needs is a comforting thought.

"Unfortunately, I didn't think to add a restaurant. There's the cafe, and the opera house." There are some foodstuffs here but not a full spread. She looks a little sheepish. "Oops."

[muroieda]

"Awh, shame."

He shrugs as he takes a sip of his tea. It's not that big of a deal, really.

"Been a tic since I've had authentic shawarma." A beat. "Oh, right, but there's no meat here. Hmm...samosas then? Oooh! How about mahshi waraq inab?"

His pronunciation could use some work--a lot of work--but it's impressive that he can remember it at all.

"I mean--in case ya ever wanted ta add a place here."

[justice_from_above]

Despite herself, she sags in relief at the sight of the fire.

"Good. Not that I would have complained otherwise ... or, at least not aloud." She smirks back at him and walks in to situate herself by the fire, though not giving in and plopping herself in front of it like she would have liked; she has a reputation to keep.

[justice_from_above]

"I could make that happen, couldn't I?" She sits back and looks around. She forgot just how much freedom they got in this place, really, but it was her habitat, she should add some more things to make it truly feel like home.

And she's not going to school him on his pronunciation, she just appreciates that he tries. "What about your habitat? Are you going to fit in some traditional Aussie fare at any point?"

[muroieda]

"Absolutely not," he immediately retorts, cheerful despite having immediately shut the idea down. "Any Oz-style barbecue in me habitat is gonna be made with me own hands, thank you very much! Don't want some simulated competition makin' people think they can just walk in on me territory willy-nilly."

You know, if the land mines weren't indication to begin with.

[justice_from_above]

"Good point." Somehow she knew that was going to be the answer. "We could go out and find something to eat elsewhere, if you're hungry?"

She reaches up to start brushing off some of the remaining epsom salt; it's been long enough that she can't ignore how much of a mess he made.

[touchmydragon]

Well, she wouldn't have a choice but to sit there. Unfortunately, the difficult part was to come. Genji reached behind his back and unhooked his short sword, sheath and all. Rather than be aggressive with it, he set it against the ground, it being just long enough that he could balance it standing up with just his index finger.

"I will need to you sit by the fire with your legs crossed. Your hands will need to be together, with your index and middle fingers outstretched pressed together but with the rest of your fingers intertwined."

It was very stereotypical of a meditation position but it was like that for a reason. Namely holding one's hands in front of them was physically difficult after a long period of time.

[justice_from_above]

She diligently follows directions; seating herself cross-legged on the floor where she is by the fire, setting her hands in front of her index and middle fingers extended and her other fingers laced together. It's not exactly an instinctive position for her, and she does take a moment to shift around until she's sure she's gotten all of his points, and then she sighs, straightens her back, and looks up at him.

So good so far.

[muroieda]

"Yeah, I'm peckish."

He pushes himself up to stand and takes a half step towards Fareeha, laughing lightheartedly at her attempts to brush off the salt.

"Ya could just wash it away, ya know. It's just salt."

[touchmydragon]

Genji's sword comes off the ground and he uses the hilt to move Fareeha's arms into a more precise position. He figured that would only be a one time thing as she was physically trained well and probably had good muscle memory.

"Now, close your eyes. I want you to think of things that bother you. If speaking them helps, go ahead, but you must acknowledge those things yourself."

[agnominal]

The kitten seems quite content in her pocket, as though she's used to riding in one. Just outside the shop, however, Fareeha would find the owner of her very favorite pocket.

It's fairly obvious he's looking for something. Heavy brow furrowed, his eyes dart across the nearby surroundings, his head tilting to check behind boxes and crates, any nook or cranny he could find.

He knew she'd wandered off in this direction. It was foolish to be worried without any real danger posed to her here, and yet. There's a definite air about him.

[justice_from_above]

Oh, yeah, that's pretty obvious. Fareeha stands and watches him for a moment, slipping her hands into get pockets and idly stroking the kitten's cheek.

"Can I help you did something?"

Best not to assume.

[agnominal]

His gaze moves towards her, seemingly with the intent to move away soon after. Then, he spots what she has in her hands and frowns heavily.

With a muted huff, he turns to start making his way closer, nodding towards the kitten. "She is not taking to leash-training well. Washington was overly-optimistic in his assessment of the task. As usual."

[justice_from_above]

"I wasn't aware leash-training was something you could do with a cat."

She has very little experience with animals herself, although she's a little slow to hand the kitten back. She'll bring her up to her face to rub noses before relinquishing her.

[justice_from_above]

As he makes each adjustment, she makes a mental note; she'll remember. The hard part was going to be holding it steady. She could probably do far longer than the average Joe off the street, but while she was trained for endurance, this was excersizing a different set of muscles.

And then having to think about all the things that bother her, well ... that's no small, inconsequential list. She frowns slightly, looking over at him at the request, but then takes a breath and closes her eyes.

She is absolutely going to do this quietly because heaven forbid Genji find out what a mess she was.

People who don't signal changing lanes. Weak tea. Men who make a big deal about opening the door first. Best to start out small, she figures, working through some minor pet-peeves before she tackles some of the meatier issues.

[touchmydragon]

"Continue."

Genji paces a little bit, though with his silent stride, it shouldn't be a distraction in the slightest.

"These thoughts are leaving your mind as you make them as acknowledging them grants an exit."

[justice_from_above]

Her brow furrows in concentration as she starts to dig deeper into her issues. Grant them an exit - let them go. But, as each thought crosses her mind, it brings with it a string of emotional baggage that triggers thought spirals and what ifs and whys. Her frown deepens, her body becomes tense, ad she loses focus on just letting go.

[touchmydragon]

When she loses her concentration, she gets a soft whack from the metal of Genji's sword hilt. She's free to open her eyes and see Genji looking down at her. He's not judging but he is curious as to what is causing her problems. As far as he knew, which was presuming a lot, her life should have been somewhat find.

"What is it that plagues you? Take a moment to boil it down to ten words or less, otherwise you may overwhelm yourself again."

This time, at least, he was expecting an answer.

[justice_from_above]

She startles with that smack, and there's a flash of a moment where she can't help glaring at him, but she's able to cap it off pretty quickly; she's here to learn by his teachings, so she's not going to let that anger get the better of her.

And soon enough he gives her something else to focus on as she has to narrow down the litany of reasons she's not doing too well at this. She pulls in a breath and lets it out in a sigh as she tries to narrow it all down. Ten words sounds ample, but it doesn't quite cover I was born into Overwatch, was not allowed to join, and am struggling to find acceptance with my estranged mother who - by the way - let me believe she was dead for six years. But, in that little mental barrage; she finds her answer.

She lets out another sigh, some more like defeat as her shoulders sag. She doesn't look up at Genji as she makes her admission; "My mother."

[touchmydragon]

His arms cross. Internally, he's minorly confused but he doesn't let it show in his actions. He's here not to judge but to assist her in her progression. Regardless, it's something she'll need to discard if Fareeha wishes to move along with her life.

"Why?"

His tone modifies what he's questioning. He's not asking why her mother is the source of her problem but why she held that issue in the first place. It's not about her reasons but why she's clinging onto those reasons.

[justice_from_above]

Fareeha is quiet for a long moment as she thinks on that. There is a moment when she interprets his question as to why she considers her mother the primary concern, but eventually she realizes what he's really asking.

The answer seemed to stare her in the face but took some time in forming words around. "She's my mother, how can I just let that go? She's trying to make things right ... I want to make things right."