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i joined a quickplay game and a dude playing as junkrat with hayseed’s skin goes “is anyone else drinkin water right now” and i went “i’m drinkin coke” and he goes “what kinda coke, coke zero, diet coke, what” and i went “just coke” and he goes “a classic… an original… i can dig it. let’s hold down this point bitches”
➳Spoils of War @overwatchwraith
Lena landed with a grunt, arms bound, rolling til she hit a pair of boots. She quickly squirmed to get sights and froze, staring up into the dark eyes of the skull mask.Reaper.
“Feliz Navidad Reapy~” Sombra purred, holding the brit’s accelerator in her hand, waving it with a shit eating grin.
At the word ‘Reyes’ Sombra giggled into her drink but said nothing else. No, it was Reaper who made the point of addressing it. he caught the accelerator, chuckling softly which slowly rose to a sinister laugh. “looks like you weren’t as informed as I expected. I’m guessing Dr. Zielger never mentioned her little pet project and why it fell through?” he asked, taking a few steps toward her, and one could almost feel their gaze on them through the shadows of his mask.
Lena furrowed her brow again at Sombra. Wot tha fuck is she havin a giggle about?
Then her attention was grabbed by the halting of ‘catch’ with her accelerator, and she shrunk at his laugh. What was so funny about burying her commanders?!
“W-Wot about Ange? Wot are you blatherin on about now?” She fought herself to not scoot away from him, the stutter already revealing some of her fear as she shrunk back, eyes wide and watching him closely.
He chuckled deeply at the visible fear in her voice. “She didn’t tell you why she ceased her cellular regeneration project, did she Lena?” he asked, his voice low and almost mocking. funny how they loved to broadcast their achievements, but managed to keep their every mistake hidden.
“S-Said somethin went wrong, proving it too dangerous in uncontrolled large doses…” She should be more worried that she was revealing information, but his tone indicated he already knew, or, at least knew the answer Angela had given.
“Wot’s this got to do with Commanders Morrison ‘n’ Reyes? ”
“I’m guessing she didn’t tell you how she discovered it was dangerous? your one your commanders was treated with her experimental tech and well.... It didn’t go so well.” he explained with a dark laugh. “He lived at least. if you can call it that.” he added with a chuckle.
you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch
➳Spoils of War @overwatchwraith
Lena landed with a grunt, arms bound, rolling til she hit a pair of boots. She quickly squirmed to get sights and froze, staring up into the dark eyes of the skull mask.Reaper.
“Feliz Navidad Reapy~” Sombra purred, holding the brit’s accelerator in her hand, waving it with a shit eating grin.
At the word ‘Reyes’ Sombra giggled into her drink but said nothing else. No, it was Reaper who made the point of addressing it. he caught the accelerator, chuckling softly which slowly rose to a sinister laugh. “looks like you weren’t as informed as I expected. I’m guessing Dr. Zielger never mentioned her little pet project and why it fell through?” he asked, taking a few steps toward her, and one could almost feel their gaze on them through the shadows of his mask.
Lena furrowed her brow again at Sombra. Wot tha fuck is she havin a giggle about?
Then her attention was grabbed by the halting of ‘catch’ with her accelerator, and she shrunk at his laugh. What was so funny about burying her commanders?!
“W-Wot about Ange? Wot are you blatherin on about now?” She fought herself to not scoot away from him, the stutter already revealing some of her fear as she shrunk back, eyes wide and watching him closely.
He chuckled deeply at the visible fear in her voice. “She didn’t tell you why she ceased her cellular regeneration project, did she Lena?” he asked, his voice low and almost mocking. funny how they loved to broadcast their achievements, but managed to keep their every mistake hidden.
At her very obvious confession of fear of being eaten, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to eat you. I know its hard to believe, seeing me now, but I used to be human. and I’m no cannibal.” he said with finality. they’d addressed him, and things seemed to be less tense, but why was she here? just scavenging? or was she looking for something in particular? “So why are you here? if you’re looking for scrap, there are very better, less dangerous places. what are you looking for?” he inquired, his suspicion evident in his tone.
Trix let out a huge sigh of relief at his diet. “Phew dodge a bullet there.” She giggled softly thankful she wasn’t going to be on the menu. “Well this old place didn’t look like anyone was here sooooo I figured I’d just steal a few things maybe find some old gun I could use perhaps.” The magician shrugged lightly. “Though I do have to say my night sure has got a lot more interesting running into you!” She went on to say gesturing to him lightly. “You’re far more valuable then anything I’d ever find.” Slowly she ran her hand over his side again not being able to keep her hands off him for long.
Once more he felt her hand along his side and his eyes fell partially closed, letting out a low purring sound from deep in his throat, though he was wary of her words. “valuable…. how?” he asked. he didn’t have a problem if all she wanted was to talk and raid this base, but if she had any intention of capturing him and sending him off to be taken apart to see what made him tick,she was in for a rough time.
“Perhaps valuable wasn’t the best word, but you’re a real treasure and what do you do with treasure? You protect it!” She explained with a bit of excited energy to her tone, sitting up on her knees. “‘Sides I found you sooo.. you’re mine to protect, don’t ya think.” Trick smiled sheepishly looking up at him. “I mean what if I was so hostile animal hunter person and just wanted to kill ya and stuff ya!” The small woman explained before frowning at the thought of that.
Her adorably naive reasoning was just too amusing and he just couldnt help but laugh. “well thank you then, I guess.” he chuckled. “though what makes you think i need protecting?” he asked, turning a red eyes to her, his tone one of playful amusement.
[TEXT]: hey Doc. I know its short notice, but mind if I stop by?
[TEXT]: Seeing that nickname in this message, I can make a safe assumption who this is. Please come over, I’m currently alone with some paperwork. I wouldn’t mind the company :-)Angela cursed inwardly for sending the damned emote, feeling like some sort of immature child. Who even used such unimaginative faces in texts? Well, she could not rag on herself too horribly. She was not accustomed to such informal messaging systems. That, and she could not shake the foreign feeling which constricted her chest. What was this feeling? Anxiety? No, it was excitement. She felt her breathing quicken as at the thought of seeing the man again. Quietly, she set the phone aside and pinched at her cheeks.“A-Ah, so this is real…I, er, ought to clean.” She spoke aloud, eyeing the mess of papers and folders which spanned her desk in the solemn laboratory. The doctor felt her face grow warm as she tidied up the area, knowing he wouldn’t mind the mess but wishing to clean regardless. The petite blonde rushed all around as she organized, knowing her ‘guest’ would arrive soon. That’s when it dawned on her that this was her work office, the same address as the card. There were dozens of cameras that would pick up on their exchange. Acting fast, she reached for her phone and sent off a new message as she raced towards a hiding spot nearby and without any guards or recording devices.[TEXT]: ahsorry just realized the office might not be a great place to meet. There are dormitories here, one of which I am using while in King’sRow. #404 is the room. It’s the roof access floor and it’s pretty vacant on that level so we should be fine there for the tonight if that was fine.
Reaper chuckled softly at the little smiley face at the end of her message. she was this big, impressive, world renowned doctor, but clearly she was the same woman he’d known. that alone made him feel like his decision to contact her was the right one. he slipped his phone into his coat and made his way across the rooftop he’d been more or less lurking on, finding a fire escape that led down to the street level. once his boots touched down on the ground, he heard his phone go off again. curious, he checked it, reading the new message. in her text, she made a good point. publicly founded, guarded medical lab was probably not the best place for them to catch up. [TEXT] room 404. got it. I’ll let myself in. that alright?
❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞
Angela glances over at the wraith, blinking at him incredulously after hearing his comment. She had been wandering alone at night at a nearby park, enjoying the crisp winter air. It felt so festive and fresh this time of the year. It was to her surprise that she found him along the path she had been wandering on. Instead of responding with immediate battle, they were holding a civil exchange. Still, she couldn’t complain.“Even if that’s the case, you shouldn’t linger in the cold alone…there’s no need to.” She replied simply, a slight pout to her lips. Part of her hated how concerned she sounded, but that’s how it’s always been. From back during those glory days, to the fall of Overwatch, to now. Never could she shake the sensation of wanting to tend to the man she once knew. While part of her wished he was still in there, she was nervous of the alternative. “That also doesn’t answer why you are out here in the first place…were you enjoying the weather as well?”
Whatever he had expected Angela’s response to be, it certainly wasn’t that. he chuckled, but still didn’t pull out of her grasp. “Heh, jeez don’t thank me yet. I said ‘maybe’.” he replied. he wanted to do right by the doctor, but after all he’d done to get to jack, it wasn’t just going to be ‘say you’re sorry’ and then everything is fine. maybe there wouldn’t be bodies, but there would be blood. jack owed him that much. “But… thanks I guess.”
“No need to thank me either,” She replied with a knowing smile, clicking her tongue as she peered up at him with such understanding warmth. “I am your doctor, after all…no, beyond that, I am your friend. I will always be there to patch you all up, no matter what the outcome brings. Though, just be aware that you won’t escape a tongue lashing from me.” She then stepped back and glanced around the vacant park, admiring the low light and the snow which fell angelically around them. Remarkably, they were left alone this entire time. For that, she was truly grateful. She wanted to remain here beside the man she yearned for in her heart of hearts, but what would they do if they were found in the open like this? While she was a stubborn woman and was accustomed to being defiant toward her superior officers, it would not bode well for the image of the newly reformed group of heroes. “I…ought to get going.” She said finally, hesitation lingering in her tone as she gazed at the falling snow from the heavens above. There was a peculiar expression on her features; as if speaking those words inflicted greivous wounds on her heart. “It’s growing late and I ought not draw suspicion that I am ‘consorting with the enemy’.” She then looked over to him with a helpless grin, as if she acknowledged it was the best move for them but dreading following through with it. “You’ve my business card. If you need a consultation, please feel free to contact me. Heh, even if you don’t want a consultation, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Oh!” She then perked up and closed the gap again, pulling out a blank bit of paper from her pocket and scrawling an address on it with a small pen she procured from her coat pocket. “Here,” She said while offering the scrap paper to him as if it were gold. “It’s…my current address while I’m here in King’s Row. If you wish to stop by, I assume you can do so while remaining unseen.” She remarked with light laughter, knowing very well how covert the man could be, even before he gained the billowing black clouds.
It felt like hours passed before she spoke again, both her presence and the weather casting a calm over him that he couldn’t say he’d experienced in quite some time. “Heh… I haven’t exactly gotten sick since… this.” he gestured to himself before accepting the piece of paper. “But If I ever need someone to talk to, I’ll be sure to hit you up. alright?” he asked, head tilted slightly. looking at her…. made him feel guilty for a number of reasons. for what he knew he’d been putting her through and what he had planned for jack and the knowledge that whether or not she knew it, and even if they never said it, she’d been seen as something of a prize to be won between the two young men. and while it was fine motivation to push oneself during training, now he didn’t think it fair to see her that way. this whole thing had taken a toll on her and he at least owed it to her to reach out, now that he had the chance.
“I would appreciate that greatly, Gabriel.” She replied with a jovial smile breaking out onto her features, lighting up her face in the darkness. It seemed as though nothing had made her happier than this secluded moment, alone at long last with a man she thought dead. Reyes had meant a great deal to her, so for this moment to even exist was nothing short of a miracle for her. A gentle sigh escapes her as she rubs her arms in an effort to warm herself up, glancing around idly as she worked up the nerve to finally leave. It was difficult to part ways after this reunion has be long overdue, but it was necessary in order to maintain appearances. “I’ll see you around then?” The angelic overseer inquired timidly, turning on her heels to walk toward the entrance of the park. She only made it a few feet before she stood still and glanced back at the man. That delicate mouth hung open, hoping for more words to aid her, to let him know of slaw of emotions she held for him. No, she couldn’t, at least not yet. It wasn’t time for her to bare everything and overwhelm their first meeting after all these years. Instead, she closed her mouth and gave him a warm wave of the hand before disappearing into the night, engraving the moment spent with him in her mind, never to be forgotten.
“Heh.... See ya around, Ange.” he said to himself quietly as he watched her go. whether or not meeting her again was safe was debatable. if talon had sombra, then there was a fair chance that overwatch had someone monitoring communications. despite this knowledge, he didnt feel worried. knowing she could still smile after everything that had happened meant a lot. and trap or not, he was going to see her again. he owed her that much. without another word, he assumed wraithform and flew off into the night, moving like a shadow of death itself. yet as he flew through city streets and twisting alleyways, he felt somewhat.... excited.
Hana was assigned to a small mission; sneak into Talon’s base, get the info she needed and get out without being noticed. No more, no less. She knew that getting in there wouldn’t be easy if she had a pink mech flying in there, way too obnoxious. She’d be caught easily and captured, if Talon even took prisoners. Instead she took a special mech with her, designed in all black along with her jumpsuit to blend in. Hana even took the time to make her pink triangles black as well. It wasn’t much but it would do to fool the simple mercenaries anyway. D.Va snuck in rather easily, she landed mech in a well hidden spot and bailed out of her mech. Even though she knew the mercenaries wouldn’t see her as an enemy, she still took caution in hiding whenever she could from them. She got to the room she needed to get to surprisingly quick and without a single alarm going off. This was good progress, now she just needed to get what she was here for. Quickly she ran to the nearest main computer and plugged a special USB in, not touching it afterwards to avoid alarming anything. She gave a deep breath as she made it this far, letting her shoulders loose until she heard a noise behind her. Without speaking to raise suspicious she only took out her handgun, holding it up for a bit. @overwatchwraith
“Gotta hand it to you, kid. coming in here with no back up?” came an echoing voice from the shadows before the man stepped into view. “not sure if you’re gusty or just stupid.” he added with a sinister laugh, arms crossed, not even going for his guns. he felt no need. it had taken planning to have her route secured to allow her to make it to this point. sombra had needed to reroute patrols so the grunts didnt notice her entry and start a panic. besides, he was more than capable of handling this himself.
Hana swollowed a lump in her throat as she slowly took the safety off her handgun. She could hear our heart pounding in her ears as the room grew dead silent except the sound of the main computer doing its buisness. “L-listen, I don’t want any trouble here. S-so let’s just respect each others situation and I’ll be on my way.” She then clenched her teeth in regret, knowing she probably said the wrong words at the wrong time. Her brain was scattering all over the place to stall this man from taking the USB behind her and get passed the only exit that he was currently blocking. @overwatchwraith
His only reply came in the form of a chilling laugh that seemed to echo from everywhere. “That’s cute, really. you must have practiced that.” he commented, giving a few slow claps. “tell you what; I can agree to those terms of yours.” he chuckled. “but…” he slowly reached a hand out, palm upturned. “that means the data stays with me if you want to walk out of here.” @pink-mecha-bunny
Hana paused for a second, looking at the USB (which was at 53% now) and back at the agent. No, this didn’t feel right, there was no way this man was going to make the choices that simple. She remained where she stood, her handgun still fired up and ready. Her breath and arms were already shaky at this point, doing these sort of missions was terrifying without a mech protecting you from harms way. “Yeah okay. How do I know once I leave you arent going to shoot me in the stomach or something? I’m not stupid.” At this point if the downloading didn’t go any faster she might have to rip it out and make a run for it. If she can just time it right she might be able to slide right past him. @overwatchwraith
He laughed. the noise was taunting, amused. “Because you don’t have a choice.” he reached into his coat and produced one of his signature shotguns, the barrel point directly at her. “So hand it over. I’ve been through this song and dance with the monkey. you’re trying to keep me talking while it downloads. now give it here. I wont ask again.” he ordered, his tone even and calculating. “unless you think you can kill me with that adorable little pea shooter. by all means, pull the trigger. if you did your homework, you’d know its useless.” @pink-mecha-bunny
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"Are you a bird?"
“No…” he replied uneasily, tilting his head as he looked down at the child. how the hell had he not noticed them wander in?“but uh… you should head home, kid. your parents are probably looking for you.”
He stared blankly at the child. a silence that seemed to take years followed. “What.” was all he could manage. he obviously heard wrong. hadn’t he?
“…Oh.” She got on her tiptoes, cupping her hands around her mouth. She took in a deep breath and spoke up much louder. He was so tall, maybe he had a hard time hearing her! “MY NAME IS OPHI, MR. NOT-BIRD.”
He forced his eyes shut, tensing at the sudden ear piercing noise. afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, frowning at the child from behind his mask. this.... this didn’t make sense. he took a moment to get a good look at the kid. the face was.... really similar, but the hair color was off. considerably. maybe.... maybe it was a common name here? there was a lot he still didnt get. besides.... there was no way. “I heard you the first time, ki-Ophi.” he replied, trying not to growl in frustration. this was confusing. which was making him angry. “how long have you lived here then.... ophi?” god that felt weird to say. ....... ‘mr. not-bird’?
❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞
Angela glances over at the wraith, blinking at him incredulously after hearing his comment. She had been wandering alone at night at a nearby park, enjoying the crisp winter air. It felt so festive and fresh this time of the year. It was to her surprise that she found him along the path she had been wandering on. Instead of responding with immediate battle, they were holding a civil exchange. Still, she couldn’t complain.“Even if that’s the case, you shouldn’t linger in the cold alone…there’s no need to.” She replied simply, a slight pout to her lips. Part of her hated how concerned she sounded, but that’s how it’s always been. From back during those glory days, to the fall of Overwatch, to now. Never could she shake the sensation of wanting to tend to the man she once knew. While part of her wished he was still in there, she was nervous of the alternative. “That also doesn’t answer why you are out here in the first place…were you enjoying the weather as well?”
Whatever he had expected Angela’s response to be, it certainly wasn’t that. he chuckled, but still didn’t pull out of her grasp. “Heh, jeez don’t thank me yet. I said ‘maybe’.” he replied. he wanted to do right by the doctor, but after all he’d done to get to jack, it wasn’t just going to be ‘say you’re sorry’ and then everything is fine. maybe there wouldn’t be bodies, but there would be blood. jack owed him that much. “But… thanks I guess.”
“No need to thank me either,” She replied with a knowing smile, clicking her tongue as she peered up at him with such understanding warmth. “I am your doctor, after all…no, beyond that, I am your friend. I will always be there to patch you all up, no matter what the outcome brings. Though, just be aware that you won’t escape a tongue lashing from me.” She then stepped back and glanced around the vacant park, admiring the low light and the snow which fell angelically around them. Remarkably, they were left alone this entire time. For that, she was truly grateful. She wanted to remain here beside the man she yearned for in her heart of hearts, but what would they do if they were found in the open like this? While she was a stubborn woman and was accustomed to being defiant toward her superior officers, it would not bode well for the image of the newly reformed group of heroes. “I…ought to get going.” She said finally, hesitation lingering in her tone as she gazed at the falling snow from the heavens above. There was a peculiar expression on her features; as if speaking those words inflicted greivous wounds on her heart. “It’s growing late and I ought not draw suspicion that I am ‘consorting with the enemy’.” She then looked over to him with a helpless grin, as if she acknowledged it was the best move for them but dreading following through with it. “You’ve my business card. If you need a consultation, please feel free to contact me. Heh, even if you don’t want a consultation, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Oh!” She then perked up and closed the gap again, pulling out a blank bit of paper from her pocket and scrawling an address on it with a small pen she procured from her coat pocket. “Here,” She said while offering the scrap paper to him as if it were gold. “It’s…my current address while I’m here in King’s Row. If you wish to stop by, I assume you can do so while remaining unseen.” She remarked with light laughter, knowing very well how covert the man could be, even before he gained the billowing black clouds.
It felt like hours passed before she spoke again, both her presence and the weather casting a calm over him that he couldn’t say he’d experienced in quite some time. “Heh... I haven’t exactly gotten sick since... this.” he gestured to himself before accepting the piece of paper. “But If I ever need someone to talk to, I’ll be sure to hit you up. alright?” he asked, head tilted slightly. looking at her.... made him feel guilty for a number of reasons. for what he knew he’d been putting her through and what he had planned for jack and the knowledge that whether or not she knew it, and even if they never said it, she’d been seen as something of a prize to be won between the two young men. and while it was fine motivation to push oneself during training, now he didn’t think it fair to see her that way. this whole thing had taken a toll on her and he at least owed it to her to reach out, now that he had the chance.
