[Hanzo watches on from a good distance away. He's never inclined to do much about whatever foolishness the Prismals try to rope the moonblessed into. The majority of the time he stays clear, but the sight before him is like that of a train wreck. How does one look away despite knowing exactly how it might end? Spoiler: Horribly, and with an abundance of glitter, he presumes.
But then the man comes toward him and speaks to him as though it is anyone else's fault that he is a mess. The archer frowns, wanting nothing to do with the whistle or any of the pixies.]
The physical embodiment of a disaster. What are you looking at?
[Why does he smell fire? Hanzo glances around and then stares at the man before him. Ah--yes.] I have seen you before. On a wanted poster.
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But then the man comes toward him and speaks to him as though it is anyone else's fault that he is a mess. The archer frowns, wanting nothing to do with the whistle or any of the pixies.]
The physical embodiment of a disaster. What are you looking at?
[Why does he smell fire? Hanzo glances around and then stares at the man before him. Ah--yes.] I have seen you before. On a wanted poster.