Widow walked down the hall, head held high. She knew what was next. She knew her reconditioning was going to happen. Her feelings and emotions started betraying her again. Memories that stirred up old feelings needed to be put behind mental lock and key. Talon had noticed her emotions before she could properly hide them. 

She was a weapon, nothing more. “Sombra, you are to watch this time. Your other partner had already witnessed this before.” She tensed as she heard who would be watching. She had no right to stop them. She couldn’t request to suffer on her own. Her jaw clenched at the thought. Someone else seeing her vulnerable, especially her was unacceptable.  

three months gone and the only explanation received is the click upon tile of her familar strut.

widowmaker floats above the linoleum at over six feet, in a coat that hugs her emaciated figure and flares outward at her hips. a glance around the room and her tongue darts from her lips like a dagger, coating the tops of her teeth with deep thought.

" sombra, “ she begins. foreign consonants are lost in her pronunciation. “mmm....”

there’s a pause that carries the weight of their nights together. good sex, but no different. ( we promised this to stay physical. )

“¿Qué dijiste?” She retorted quickly, her eyebrow quirking when she heard the harsh words slip the spider’s delicate tongue. She was a woman of few words, often she’d just simply ignore the hacker if she was talking or just brush her off if she tried to help in any sort of way. It wasn’t often something got the upper hand of the assassin, so when shots were fired and Amélie went down, without even realizing it, Sombra had rushed to her side.

“I’m just trying to help you.” Sombra spat, her hands curling into tightly wound fists at her side. Why did she even bother caring? She was nothing but a nuisance to the French woman. She heard she sound of gunshots again and ducked, watching the bullets whiz past her before grabbing Widowmaker and mutter, “I’m getting us out of here..”  

“We have a job to do,” Widow spat right back. “And unlike yourself, I like to complete my missions.” 

The bullet had lodged itself in her upper right thigh, and she slammed down a biotic field to stop the worst of the bleeding so she could get the job done. 

“If you do not want to cover me, then so be it.” 

It was another day where the good and the bad seemed to blend too far together in his body.

Flesh tearing itself to pieces and putting it back together bit by bit, a searing burning sensation that seemed to engulf what being he had no choice but to be aware of… it was getting more and more frequent, threatening to drive what little sanity remained in the creature away.

It was how he found himself sitting among the wirings and computers—her little corner of the base, as it were. He hated it, found it unnerving that she could find comfort with such things (though his own quarters weren’t much different), but if there was a fault in the implants, she was likely the one who could find it and fix it.

( sms - araña ) Oh really? I’m afraid you’re going to have to catch me first.

─── ⊱  ☤  ⊰ ─── RESERVE is held to some extent as she’s left to her own devices -- team spread thin and the healer so unfortunately separated from her flock with little ease of rejoining quickly -- and she pauses, strong in stance but not switching her staff for more firepower.

        ❝ There is no need for violence here, but know I do have a gun. ❞

It’s less of a threat and more of an advisory. Though the medic holds no smile she holds no hostility as of yet. There’s something much more important at hand than a fight.

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Name: Angela Ziegler Nickname(s): Angie, Angela & Mercy Age: 37 Species: Human

|| Personal ||

Religious Belief: Agnostic. Not an Athiest but not sure what is out there.  Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: Saving as many people as she can. Languages Known: German and English  Secrets: Recovering Alcoholic & a few dabbles with drug addiction Quirks: Angela ties her hair back because if not, she’ll chew on the ends of it while thinking Savvies: Medical Genius, General Genius.

|| Physical ||

Height: 5"2. 5″5 in Heels Weight: A lady never tells. Scars/Birthmarks: Normal childhood scars, along with one, that no one can really see, just under her hairline on her forehead. This is from the attack that killed her parents. Abilities/Powers: Ressurection. She gives a piece of her soul to everyone she brings back. 

|| Favorites ||

Favorite Drink: Coffe. Strong enough to kill mere mortals.  Favorite Pizza Topping: Bell peppers and chicken Favorite Color: Gold Favorite Music Genre: Anything she can put on. Favorite Book Genre: Medical Text Books, and cheesy romance novels. Favorite Movie Genre: Cheesy Romcoms

Favorite Season: Summer! Favorite Butt Type: Round and perky~! Favorite Swear Word: Scheisse Favorite Scent: Antiseptic, burned wood  Favorite Quote: “It’s never too late to be what you might have been.”

|| Fun Stuff ||

Bottom or Top: Switch with women, bottom with men. Sings In The Shower: Yes. It breaks mirrors. Angela cannot sing. Likes Bad Puns: Only when she’s in a good mood. Make one when she’s in a bad mood and she’ll throw something at you. Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Curvy /  Pudgy / Obese / Other. Favorite Food: Breakfast foods.  Theme Music:  Rise of the Valkyries Their Opinion On The Mun: "If they ever actually bothered to try, they could do great things, I’m certain!”

“Here you go.”

She sat down next to Sombra, the cup of hot chocolate offered to the woman, extra marshmallows, while Amelie had her own cup in her hand. The woman tucked her legs under her, and settled down on the cushions next to her.