Fly like an Egyptian.

“oh yeah?” snake is currently being nothing more than big talk, he had made it out for a walk and while his bones ached for a good spar- he can’t, his side is still badly injured and his partner is being quite watchful of him,

not like she knows that, though.

“you combat trained? or have just taken a liking to street brawls?”

      ❝ i would say i am very combat trained. raised by a legendary sniper which led to my enrolment and served duty in the egyptian army. now i am lieutenant of helix security international. ❞

“I’m consider a PRETTY big deal, mate. Hehe- must be someone else you’re thinking about. Then again, it also depends on who you are. I might let you know who I am.”

♡   – ah ! just the kinda gal i am lookin for

psst. ms.strong and beautiful. if you look up you’ll spot a ( rather dashing ) blonde caught quite high up in a nearby tree.

♡   – you’re probs wonderin ‘how did such a smart lookin girlie get stuck up there?’

♡   – well i will be very inclined to give you the deets over a drink of your choice if you can please help me down

uh. what’s it called? help me obi-wan you’re my only hope!

@justicerained !!

it was likely the last thing she thought she’d encounter today -- yet there she is glancing up at a tree that decided to talk to her. a tree with a woman in it. she can’t say she isn’t curious as to how she wound up there and honestly if this were in her home world she’d simply fly up and pluck her out easily. a shame her raptora suit was only a shell of its former glory here.

❝ THE SIMPLE PROCUREMENT OF ART. IS NOT ENOUGH. IT IS ONLY WHEN ART HAS BEEN MADE AGAINST THE WILL OF THE ARTIST. MADE TO DEPICT TWO CHOICE BITCHES ENGAGING IN THE MOST GROTESQUE OF ACTIONS. THAT I ACHIEVE THE ENJOYMENT I SEEK. I DESIRE HORRENDOUSLY TABOO ART AND THE SUFFERING OF THE ARTIST. IN EQUAL RATIOS. ❞

✩ ; @justicerained.

     Though the other woman’s appearance inspired a double-take on Angela’s part, there was simply no denying her identity. She was Fareeha Amari, someone Angela had spent much time with in the early days of Overwatch while working closely with her mother. Though they were both older and more battle-worn now, Angela was glad to have encountered someone that she knew, upon her first visit to Cotes Ward no less.

     “Fareeha? My, this isn’t the reunion I’d imagined but it’s wonderful to see you again!” Perhaps it shouldn’t have been so surprising, given the nature of their captors. It was even possible that more people she knew had been taken here as well. But for now, Angela was just glad to see a familiar face. “I’m still learning about this place, but there is a lot to take in. Have you been here very long?”

FACES FROM HER past seemed to keep popping up in this place -- even her mother making a reappearance -- and there was always a sense of nostalgia followed by the luck of getting to reunite with those she knew and those she was less close with. it isn’t ideal -- she’d much rather be back with helix doing good work -- but the fact remains that now she has time to catch up and form, or re-form, bonds. somehow she doesn’t expect to ever see the doctor there, but it brings a smile to her.

        ❝ angela? it’s good to see you as well. it has been quite some time, hasn’t it? you look well. ❞

she pauses on the question asked of her, needing to think on the amount of time she’d been there. it really had blended together though one fact remained that she wanted to get back into action -- have a purpose.

Getting Fareeha to agree to accompany her to the festival that day was much easier than she originally anticipated; she had her reasoning all planned out, a list of why the event would be fun for them both, why she should take some time to enjoy herself and she was ready beg if she had to but luckily it didn’t come to that. Needless to say, she had been looking forward to it the moment she said yes.

Arriving just in time at their decided meeting place, she had been ready to greet Fareeha but instead, she stood back and watched as she aimed carefully then shot. Of course she would win, Lena didn’t expect anything less. However what she was not expecting was the large teddy bear to be handed to her upon Fareeha’s victory… but she wasn’t complaining; it was soft and fluffy and she was a sucker for both of those things. Still, the gesture made her cheeks blossom into a rosy glow as she accepted the gift with a smile.

“Aw really? Thanks, love! …Oh wow, it’s big.”

She also wasn’t expecting it to be so large; as she accepted the gift, she adjusted it in her arms so she could comfortably carry it. She loved it already!

“Well seeing as you got me this, snacks are on me. No complaints because I’m not listening.” She shot Fareeha a cheeky smile before gesturing for her to follow her. “Come on, there’s so much to do!” And she wanted to see as much as the festival as she possibly could before the day was up.

THE FACT THAT the bear was so giant, and she was so small was just too adorable to her. the adjustment of it so she could hold it comfortably was too much and formed a nice little soft spot inside her. though it did help in the venture to get her to actually calm down and relax -- which was never too easy. 

still, she feels on high alert anyway, perhaps because she was trained to always be that way. there was always duty and always someone in need of protecting. out of her armour, in street clothes, and she still couldn’t let go of that urgency for duty and itching to get back on the job. lena helps a little, however, snapping her out of it again with her upbeat attitude and unwillingness to let fareeha turn down the payment of food and it gets a light laugh out of her at her persistence and motion to follow.

         ❝ the gift does not need payment, lena. but i know i can’t argue with you on this, so i trust your judgement in food. ❞

there really were many things to do there -- perhaps too much to pick anything -- and yet she’s content just being there for the moment and hanging out with someone so bright. how long had it been since she’d had a proper day off? right...never.