I have another story in my setting that was a reader request, and am teasing him in a bit to be a recurring character.

"Okay...this is an impressive house," Brian blinked a couple times as he stared at the front of the building. And it was.

"Three stories, underground garage, pool in the back with a seperate cabana for the pool boy...That's where you'll be staying, by the way," Dae-Hyun told him as he slapped an friendly, if overly firm, hand on Brian's shoulder. "Kitchen is one of those kind you see on the cooking vids, living room has pretty much every console made and a seventy inch vid screen with wired surround sound...Not that you will get to see much of it."

"I...see…" Brian gave the man a small glance, trying not to lose his cool. It was...difficult.

"Second floor has three bedrooms, you won't be seeing," Dae-Hyun continued, seeing to not notice Brian's increasing tenseness. "Top floor has two, Hana's, which you won't be seeing at all," now Dae-Hyun turned to give Brian a wide unfriendly grin. "And mine."

*whack* A hand slapped off the back of the other's head.

"Stop being so dramatic," Yuna sniffed as she pushed the two young men apart while giving Dae-Hyun a dirty look. Then, with another sniff, she turned to Brian and gave him a warm smile and wrapped her arm around his. "Hana actually mentioned she wanted to have you take the room next to hers but was too shy to say anything, so I'll take you there myself!"

Brian stood for another moment, partially enjoying the warm...body...on his arms, while also more than a little pleased at the irritated expression on Dae-Hyun's face.

"Okay, Kid," Mama grinned while looking at Brian over her dark glasses. Her wide smile went all the way to her glowing biotic eyes. "This is where we take off. The house's security will keep the crazies out, and the scrambler screens will block any and all surveillance equipment that paparazzi may try to put up."

"Yeah...feel free to...you know…" Seung-Hwa blushed a bit as he made the attempt at a suggestive joke.

"Ha!" Yuna laughed shaking her head and slapping smaller pilot on the back hard enough that the pilot winced and staggered slightly under the impact, then she turned her grin to Brian. "You can go skinny dipping or, pretty much, whatever. When Hana, me and some of the other gamers we know had sleepovers, we did it all the time."

"And Dae-Hyun," Kyung-soo gave him somewhat sadistic look that made Brian a little wobbly inside. The Meka leader seemed to be displeased. "You have some maintenance work on the Mekas."

"I got the big stuff done," Dae-Hyun sniffed as he glared at Brian. "The crew can get the rest. I mean….uh…" The mechanic swallowed heavily when he glanced over at the Meka leader. "What I mean is...Right! I gotta get going!"

"But I'll be back," turning back to Brian, Dae-Hyun's eyes narrowed. "Soon."

"Not that soon," Yuna grinned patting Brian on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you just make sure Hana has a good time. A good time...get me?"

"Uh...yeah…" Brian blushed a bit at Yuna's lascivious look.

"Okay! I made sure the bedrooms are cleaned up and stuff! We can bring in the…What's going on?" Hana bounced out of the house, pausing as she took in the scene. "Yuna! Let go of Brian!"

Elsewhere

"You are going to Korea," Akande, the Doomfist, informed her. He wasn't particularly in the habit of making requests.

"Okay…" Sombra blinked as she looked up at Talon's leader from the couch she was laying on. "Am I...doing anything specific?"

"I want you to mine Meka's database. I want to know how it all works," Akande nodded slightly. "Mechs, organization...I want to know how many rolls of toilet paper they have in the store room. Everything."

"Oookay…" Sombra blinked again as she dismissed the screen she had been working on and sat up.

"And see if you can recruit Hana Song."

"Sounds simple enough. I'll….WHAT?!" Sombra's eyes shot open as Akande's words sank in.

"Talk to her. See what she needs. And, if all fails, find leverage," the large man grinned slightly. "Take Uni with you. He needs some out time. He's driving Widowmaker crazy with his...skulking."

A frown crossed Sombra's face for a moment before she gave up with a deep sigh. Arguing was a waste of time. It was easier to convince Reaper to not kill people than arguing with Akande.

At least Uni was a professional, if a bit creepy.

Tokyo, Japan

"So...I'm thinking we hit Korea, next!" Junkrat exclaimed as he scanned over the rather tattered map he and Roadhog had been using.

The map itself was tattered along the edges, and holes dotted it, many were in the creases from being folded over and over, often incorrectly. One was probably a bullet hole. Another was DEFINITELY a bullet hole. Some burns...more than a few coffee stains. Mustard. Motor Oil….Blood...no, wait...that was ketchup. THAT was the blood….

"Why Korea?" Roadhog grunted as he dropped the unconscious police officer to the ground. After going through his pockets for loose change, naturally.

"It's close?" Junkrat shrugged. "Also, they got lotsa stuff! They keep looking out for that omnic bugger that comes out of the ocean like some sort of bad movie monster. Never see something happenin' inside!"

"Works for me," Roadhog shrugged. "I think they noticed when we made the Tokyo Tower into the leaning Tokyo Tower."

"Too Right!" Junkrat chuckled, slapping his comrade on the arm.

Shambali, Nepal

"Greetings, brother," one of the younger monks bowed as the party approached. Though not as far as he should have. "We had word of your coming. The elders are waiting."

"This is good," Zenyatta greeted with the appropriate bow. It wouldn't do to allow such petty provocations to affect his peace. "I shall meet then immediately then."

Turning to his companions, Zenyatta gestured to the main doors. "If you would, my young friend? I think this would be a fitting test for the work we have done on our path here."

"Opening the doors?" Orisa looked up at the massive ironbound wood doors that lead into the main monastery. "I assume it isn't as simple as it looks."

"That is an understatement," Genji laughed as he leaned, disrespectfully, against one of the fu dog statues. "It took me almost a year to get the trick of it."

"I...see…" Orisa blinked and turned back to the challenge. She took in the entire front of the building, from the doors themselves to the steps leading up to them. From the high up windows to the monk standing next to the doors. Watching her.

"If I may," the monk sniffed, even without a nose, and turned to looked at Zenyatta. "I mean no disrespect, however...I do not think it proper for your...charity cases, to enter the monastery."

Orisa's hands came together as she looked down. Then, with a small nod, she backed down the stairs and stepped aside next to Genji.

The ninja himself stood ramrod straight as he stared at the monk. His face was unreadable behind the mask, but Orisa could almost feel the anger leaking off the human/omnic fusion.

"No...you may not," Zenyatta said coldly. "The purpose of this place is harmony. Peace. Charity. Here we are to come together to raise ourselves to be who we can be. And raise each other."

"As it were," the monk's tone went even more snide as his posture shifted to more aggressive. "If not for the elders, you would already have been turned away. You chose to leave us. Your arrogance in returning is...remarkable."

"I see…I am sorry that you feel that way," Zenyatta nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. His tone had changed. It was almost friendly. "I believe your pride will be your own undoing. Perhaps you would do well to return to the acolyte's chambers? Starting anew, perhaps you will find a way to rid yourself of the toxins in your spirit."

"I will not be lectured by a weak fool who only brings disgrace wherever he goes!" The monk howled as his hand shot forward.

Zenyatta did not move. Or so it seemed to Orisa. The monk's fist lashed out, passing centimeters from the master's face, but striking only the air itself. His eyes brightened, the omnic equivalent to going wide as he seemed to hover there, off balance and teetering.

"Rashness and anger are the weapons you give to your enemies," Zenyatta simple stood next to the formerly aressive, and not terrified, monk. And with that, the master's hand shot forward and gripped a handful of the monk's robes and pulled as he turned, using the monk's weight against him in that moment to dangle him over the edge of the deep stone steps.

The monk's feet barely touch the top step even as his toes scrambled on the stone, seeking purchase. His hands gripped fearfully to Zenyatta's powerful grip. "P-please Master!" he whimpered. "I-I'm sorry!"

Zenyatta simply stood. He seemed to hold the monk's weight as he were but a feather. His back was straight, his feet together. His left arm was tucked casually behind his back as he looked at the young monk. Much as one would look at a particularly interesting insect. "I do not believe it is I whom forgiveness should be requested of."

"I-I ..Please!" the monk begged.

"Master Zenyatta!" Orisa said at last as she approached. Her unique body made climbing the wider steps a bit more difficult than it was for bipeds, but she took this as one of the challenges of this place. "It is alright. I am used to people making assumptions!"

"That, MY student," Zenyatta emphasised 'my' as he tightened his grip on the monk's robes slightly, only to retighten when the monk whimpered. "Is what makes this worse. This is to be a place of learning. Of healing. For ALL omnics to find their place in this world."

Turning his attention back to the monk Zenyatta tilted his head slightly. "Do you understand the hate omnics feel in this wider world? The threat of this, of hurt, the feeling of the world dropping out from under you, destroying you at a whim? That is how omnics feel."

"Master…" Orisa's hands twisted together for a moment, in worry.

Another long, quiet moment passed before Zenyatta pulled the monk back up, setting him lightly onto shaking legs. His hand smoothed the monk's robe slightly for him. "I have a meeting. Would you please see to my students? They might benefit from a tour."

"I...Y-yes, master," the monk bowed slightly.

"That was amazing!" Orisa whispered to Genji as the followed the newly cowed monk into the monastery. "He didn't even move!"

"Heh," Genji chuckled with a wry shake of his head. "He did. He just leaned back slight and stepped on the guy's foot, so he stumbled."

"Wait…." Orisa paused, blinking. "He...cheated?"

With a shrug Genji continued to follow the guide, forcing Orisa to catch up. "Did he cheat? He seemed to be victorious to me…."