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12- amgleko
SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.
12: ACCIDENTAL TEXT
[???]: I definitely just stumbled across some Talon dudes going at it in the supply room while I was rifling through camera feeds trying to find your dog and now I have no idea what to do with this information so I’m making you suffer with me
[???]: … You’re not Gabe.
[???]: DELETE THIS NUMBER
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🐤 -amgleko
A surprisingly nicely nicely dressed Zenyatta walks- not floats- walks into the medbay. Orbs missing, surprisingly shiny and scratch free, he approaches Angela. "Excuse me... Jamie sent me? I am meant to assist here, I believe? At least for the time being".- amgleko
“Ah, Zen-”“...Zenyatta.” The first thing Angela registers when she turns around, hands full of laboratory supplies, is that something is not right. With a soft rustle, she sets down the two bundles of wrapped pipette tips she was carrying, eyes narrowing.
Clothes are different. Looks significantly...newer. No orbs. No...floating? A request to assist as though he does not know- Ah. Of course. Of course he does not know.
She sighs, the usual sunny smile she gives to everyone in greeting rapidly replaced by a resigned frown as she scrubs one hand over her face. Can we not have one moment of peace? No? Fine. Then we play along. As usual. As always.
“Yes. I - yes. I could always use an extra pair of hands.” She crosses the room, tugging out the chair across from her desk in one fluid movement and gesturing for him to sit before sinking into her own seat, pasting the smile back onto her face. No need to make someone to whom she is undoubtedly a complete stranger worry, after all. “We will need to...assess your suitability for available positions, however. Can you tell me a little bit about yourself?”
A chance to see where he fits in, and a chance to measure the damage. As used as she is getting to this ridiculous magic, Angela is becoming very, very tired of them.
Bastion, my brother! I worry about you, is all well?- amgleko
jsut…thinkign about soem stuff.
do uou thin kti woudl be dscary to lvei efoerver?
A curious floating Omnic crosses the young girl's path, and he stops, before lowering himself closer to her, orbs slowing in their orbit. "Well hello, precious little one... what are you doing here? And alone, of all things... that simply won't do at all. It seems to me you could use a friend". -amgleko
Angela could only stare as the Omnic stopped in front of her, turning to face her with the same slow deliberateness of a B73 marking another target. She wanted to run, wanted to hide - in her mind’s eye she couldn’t help but see those soft blue lights suddenly turning red, the peacefully-bobbing orbs turning into deadly projectiles.
But Onkle Jesse had told her that this was the future, and that nobody on base would hurt her, and the war was over (!). So as they lowered themselves to her level, just as polite as every other grownup, she swallowed down her fear and looked into that unmoving metal face and did her best to be polite too.
“Yes. I wanted to see the garden. Do you want to come with me?”
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Brings her a mug of tea. "You must be very stressed. Can I assist you in any way?" -amgleko
The expression on Angela’s face when she looks up and sees Zenyatta floating there, tea in hand, can only be described as overwhelming relief.
She takes the mug, sets it on the table, and then takes both his hands in hers and with an intensity borne of desperation, tells him - “You are a bastion of normalcy in this dumpster fire of a situation, and I absolutely cannot thank you enough.”“Would it be possible for you to finish organizing these drawers - here is the plan - while I fetch my suit and staff? I suspect we will need them, sooner or later, and getting into the suit is an ordeal all its own. Also, please keep an eye on the comms; if Jack gets himself into anything ridiculous, I may need your Harmony orbs.”
