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;- 💕 She had no trouble welcoming new fans into her club- she had open arms for anyone who wanted to follow her -however there was just something off about this certain character, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. 

       Maybe she was overthinking; she had been extremely busy as of late and the fatigue would mess with her at times.

      Hana cocked her head but quickly shook it off as she reached down to her pocket and pulled out a small photo of herself she would use when handing out autographs along with a pen. “Thank you. I try my best in everything I do.” She finished signing her name and handed the photo to the man, granting him a cheeky but honest smile. “You should join my streams sometimes. If you get in the chat, I can give you a shout out~”

      There was some faint distrust in her otherwise warm eyes, and Nero could almost feel her slipping away. He didn't know to what end Talon needed the young soldier but it would be a really big loss if Nero failed to recruit her. He'd been told as such, but he couldn't imagine someone so sweet fighting on behalf of an organization that he himself was having second thoughts about

      He stampered out a shy little thank you, cleared his throat and tried again.

      ❝ Thank you, Miss Song. ❞ And reached out to take the picture, temporarily forgetting about the sling, about the malformed hand until he realized it was now taking hold of the picture, the claws digging into the glossy surface with heartbreaking ease. He pulled it back as if he'd suffered a burn and tucked it behind his back, his body turning enough to hide it better from her as his other hand snatched the photo, with it's tiny holes, from her.

A soft sound escaped parted lips. A chuckle, perhaps? Nevertheless, whisked away on rapidly cooling air &&. V suspects they may have lingered already too long… Emerald hues glimpsing the following stares ( DEMONS CLOTHED IN HUMAN FLESH —— slow would be the descent, falling free from shoulders, like a simple robe ).

Tsk, tsk. Descendant of Sparda…do pay closer attention.

Rhythmic  clicks  of  his  cane  keeping  the  SUMMONER GROUNDED. “Forgive me if I’ve mistaken your intentions -” Words spoken as if he’d known the man beside him since long before, “Strolling around so casually…you attracted quite the attention of those demons.” Finally stopping to lend his own eye and ear, “…New to Red Grave City?”

      He's defensive from the onset. There aren't many so who could walk about so calmly and damn near cocky without some sort of reason behind it. So what was his?

      Nero rushed through the remnants of the messy battle. Blood and gore lay scattered here and there, the air around him was thick with the scent of it; he imagined the smell would be unbearable even to a human nose, this heavy blanket of iron and death. Still, he pushed through, knowing V was here, with only the faintest of his own scent wafting in the breeze, liable to get lost with competing smells and at the mercy of the air’s current. Then, he picked up the screaming. His heart skipped, hurt, unsure if the sound was a sign or life… Or now.

      ❝ V!!! ❞ He called out for the umpteenth time. ❝ V!! Dammit! ❞

      He shoved aside some massive forearm rather than go around it, time was precious and he had only so many seconds on his side, then he saw him, just a few yards ahead. ❝ V!!! ❞

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      Like a little kid, Nero’s smile formed. Small at first, then into something of a mischievous grin.

      It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to others waking him at all hours, but he wasn’t used to it at Talon HQ. The Order had been different in their policy regarding leaving their Knights to their slumber; If one was needed for a special assignment, then they were needed. With Talon, it seemed as if he was at least allowed to wake on his own before he was approached for anything. Maybe that was a privilege of being new, or being Moira’s, but either way, when he heard someone silently sneaking around, Nero defaulted to some old habits. He sat up as Sombra approached, unsure why she would be visiting him at this hour, then, she spoke.       With a groan, he rolled away from her, his blanket now clutched in his fists.

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      SHE COULD HELP – or she could just watch once she’s finally finished doing her work. obviously she chooses the latter && her comments got on his nerves just the way she wanted them to. it wasn’t her fault he was so easy to tease.

      the hacker just grins at his words – machine pistol tapping lightly against her shoulder. she’d help in a moment but she really couldn’t pass up giving him a hard time until she’s certain he’s extra annoyed. he can handle it – she knows he’s strong, so it isn’t as though she’d leave her teammate in a deadly situation. his creator might get mad, after all.

      it’s only as one approaches him much too closely that she throws in her translocator as a distraction before mowing him down with her gun.

      ❝ relájate, nero. you’re such a drama queen. ❞

      ❝ Relájate yourself! ❞ He gritted his teeth. Nero was happy to work with anyone in Talon. Well, maybe not happy, Nero wasn't a happy boy most of the time, but at least they were tolerable, Reaper and Widowmaker didn't ask more of him than the mission demanded, and the didn't stray from the plan. Sombra was a wildcard, and working with her often lead them into improvising their escape route or spill more blood than Nero would have wanted, but he did it for Talon, he did it because they gave him a home and because they sought a better world.

;- 💕 The eyebrow remained raised as a row of question marks roamed around her head, trying to figure out the behavior of the stranger. There really wasn’t anything gravely suspicious of the man, but one can never be sure.

        So Hana simply put on her famous smile while standing tall and proud. “Heh. Took you long enough. But nah, you gucci though. I don’t expect everyone to know me. I was just messing with you, 여보*.” She then tilted her head to the side a bit, her glamorous eyes examining the other before her.

      “So, is there something you want? I would ask if you’d like an autograph or a selfie but considering you didn’t know at first sight, I doubt you’re a fan.”

       ❝ Gucci..? ❞ He was familiar with the term, had heard it around in crowds and in the handful of musical tracks he found his solace in; even now the headphones hanging around his neck played the faint stylings of a Brazilian DJ, the music blared on as Nero floundered to keep from embarrassing himself more. His throat was tight with anxiety, but he forced himself to speak to her, to get over his insecurity or shyness around someone as pretty as Hana, and get his mission done.

    ❝ Not under a rock, but close enough. ❞ He mutters. Life in a cult, with his only outings being a handful of missions to further the cult's needs, left with with little time to indulge in celebrities or gamers. At least being with Talon allowed him more personal freedoms, even if joining had cost him an arm. 

    Literally.

    It was this same arm, reconstructed cybernetics and infused with some secret genetic sciences he couldn't even begin to explain, that he kept bandaged and in a sling to avoid the stares and, more importantly, to avoid scaring the gamer away.

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      It was supposed to be a quick and easy information extraction. The enemy, possibly aware of the weaknesses in digital filling, had instead resorted to physical copies, and Sombra was possibly the only one that could work around their security system. She was fast and efficient, and it was almost mesmerizing watching her work. Almost. Nero didn’t need the distraction, and he tore himself away from her to better hold the perimeter.

     Almost as soon as he cleared their immediate section, he found himself faced with a small security detail, about 4 or 5 of them. Cursing under his breath, but ready for the work at hand, Nero pulled his sword from its sheath with a fanciful flourish of his wrist and got to work.

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        Nero’s head whipped around to the source of the sound, his heart already pumping and flooding his veins with adrenaline, as he clutched his hand, finger hovering over the trigger as he rushed to the other’s aide.

℣ —— DEVILBRINGCR ❞

“Idle hands. A wasted tool ——.” Gold flecked hues steady set from beneath ebony curls, since astray. Pages abruptly clasped together, sealed into SECRECY once more. “Though wisely kept, when amongst unwanted company…” Words softly spoken, barely above a whisper. Afterall…rare a time, a SAFE HAVEN found, what with every wall abound with otherworldly eye &&. ear; and this was far from an exception to such a time // place.

A shifting of weight; departure already begun. “Should   you   wish   us   speak   further,   I’d recommend   a   quickened   departure.” Lest LOOMING SHADOWS partake less friendly form.

      Icy eyes followed the other as he made his way. His words filling the space between them and hanging heavy, making Nero uneasy, as if he weren't privy to some essential piece of information. As if the choice to actually follow wasn't a choice at all.

      Begrudgingly, Nero obliged, and treaded after, jogging some to catch up but once he did, he made it a point to remain at arm's length, his hand itching to close around his gun, but unwilling to make a new enemy at this time.

      Begrudgingly, Nero rapped his knuckles against the indicated door. Being newer to the organization meant he was defaulted to grunt work more often than not, but at least he was given more liberties while at Talon HQ than he had at his previous occupation, and even if he was engaged in fewer solo missions now, he still thought it was a fair trade. Most times.

       Υou got a  j a c k e d  up notion of fair play pal....                          ... Αnd it's beginning to p¡ss me off