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<3 ily kitty I’m so glad I met you 

“Here, let me help you.”

Mei groaned, there was a strange resonating pain in her knees from dropping to the ground so hard so suddenly. She rubbed the tops of her knees as they continued on with the strange resonance before looking up to find a hand extended to her and a voice belonging to a woman she didn’t recognize. However, the kindness of strangers always warmed Mei, she gently accepted then hand to get herself back to her feet.

A brow raised at the declaration.  

— Her initial, jerk reaction was something along the lines of I am not putting any ugly sweaters anywhere on my body, but for now she restrained herself to preserve the gal’s feelings.

A true Christmas miracle.

    “Completely?  None.  Your nasal cavity is not nearly long enough.”  Another pause of contemplation.

— “However, if you wanted to run around appearing as if you exhale peppermint, then I would logically say two.”

Not to be detered by her insistance, Lena pressed the sweater into Satya’s arms. Lena had donned her own already, a bright green one from when Overwatch was still a thing, the designs decorated as bright reindeer and Overwatch logos--god, she wished she bought the one with Jack’s face on it. Ah well. 

Send in ⁇ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours while bathing

          Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes -- cause of death: not knocking before opening the bathroom door.

          Today it was confirmed -- Yes, one did see a light and possibly heaven before they died.

    It was a nasty habit of hers to try to hide injury, and deal with it herself rather than ask for help or see a doctor.  Yet, here she was, at last giving in after the mission that had gone a little differently than expected.

— Vishkar had sent her to acquire information, via questionably legal procedure - which wasn’t new.  At least none of the buildings blew up this time.

    She had been shot, however, three times; once with a bullet lodged in her prosthetic, and twice grazing deeply against her right arm.  There were also a few bruises on her ribcage from a bit of force, but, no need to mention those.  They’d heal fine on their own.

It could have been a lot worse.

    Could have been better though.  She could have been more on top of generating barriers.

— Getting hurt was careless.  Tch.

“I’m fine.  They have not been infected.”

It was rare for Satya to find her way to Angela after a mission, even for the usual post-mission checkups that Angela preferred to do. She liked knowing that people were okay after their missions. Satya preferred leaving things to heal on their own. The doctor could understand that, to an extent. 

It was telling enough that Satya came in on her own.

Angela made a humming noise as Satya spoke, acknowledging her comment, blue eyes taking her in herself. Angela could see the bullet hole in Satya’s prosthetic arm still needed to be dealt with, but the injuries on her other arm were healing well enough.

“I believe you,” Angela finally said, meeting Satya’s gaze with a smile. “I would still like to take a look at them, change the wrappings. And that needs to be dealt with.” Angela nodded to the flaw in the otherwise perfect prosthetic arm before glancing back at the other woman.

For the next hour, my muse is hooked up to a death machine. If five people send them an “O” first, they can go free. If five people send them an “X” first, they’re dead. |  Accepting.X: 0/5O: 2/5

For the next hour, my muse is hooked up to a death machine. If five people send them an “O” first, they can go free. If five people send them an “X” first, they’re dead. The choice is yours~        

O: 3

X: 0

For the first time panic, and rage started to give way to hope. Hope that this ordeal would soon be over. Three votes for her to be set free, and so far not a single one that she should be put to death. Hips wiggling a bit Sombra was quickly reminded of her legs not working, and the reality that it was still all too likely she’d end up dead and that she... Couldn’t do anything at all about it.

The fact that she’d put others into similar situations through blackmail, or other methods crossed her head for a second. She didn’t care. She wouldn’t change. This didn’t make her feel bad for them, or pity them. It simply made her all the more determined not to give up control ever again.