#astralcircuit

     The legends had warned everyone not to travel alone after the sun had set. A creature, they warned, that preyed on lonely wanderers who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some of these victims had died, while many of them were left with most of the blood drained from their body, on the verge of death, and with no memory of what had happened to them. Many times the victims and their crime scenes were clean, with only a single pair of bite marks on their necks left behind as proof that they were BITTEN.

     No one had yet to catch the creature in the act, or to even find out who had been attacking people in the first place, but still she prowled, always on the hunt. Even if she were caught, Amélie would be able to make a grand escape. There was a reason she was still around after all these years. Perhaps it was appropriate that she was out searching for food on the very same date that she had awakened.

     ”Excuse me, ma’am, can I buy you a drink?”

     The sudden question causes Amélie to turn and face whoever had asked her such a question and found herself staring at a male who had encroached upon her table. She stares at him, emotionless, watching his face until a smile creeps upon glossed lips. He was just a human, but his scent didn’t pull her in as she wanted. The vampire was looking for a delicious morsel, one that had a perfect smell and was ripe for the picking.

    🐉  It was odd, rarely did Angela send Genji to see      anyone else. But his doctor was busy, and while      he wasn’t in a life threatening place he did need      something fixed on his back. It was keeping him      from preforming at his best. So he was sent to      the person who was known for doing a lot      of back stage things.

    🐉  Though he was quiet, not fully sure who he was      looking for. Only that she could help with the issue      around his spine. Entering a room, metal face plate      and the works on as he looked around.

     Kilian was never the first choice when it came for interrogation sessions. Talon knew this, but he had to take care of this one. After reviewing her profile from information gathered on former Overwatch operatives, he found himself drawn to her in a sense of curiosity. He had to meet this girl, and potentially wiggle some information out of her. An astronomer and someone who dealt with technology; The main things that brought him to investigating her just a little bit further... she showed promise.

     Promise, at least, to spill some much-wanted information.

    The door to the interrogation room opened as he stepped in, adjusting his gloves rather seriously as another Talon soldier followed in behind. He didn’t require the soldier to be there, but the higher-ups suggested that he have one just in case things got... ugly.

    “ Rise and shine, princess. It’s time to wake up.”

send a symbol || accepting

Δ || playing with their hair 

      Your hair is all out of place, is the excuse that Noire comes up with when Hanzo comes out of the shower and back into their temporary quarters in comfortable clothes and his hair down- and in response Hanzo only levels her with a rather wary and disbelieving look. 

      But now he finds himself on the couch, damp hair level with his jawline, a more than huffy expression on his face as he feels delicate fingers smooth down the back of his head. Admittedly, he does feel the tug of a knot that he must have missed, but that is quickly worked free, and the fingers pull through his hair with no effort the second time.

       It’s… embarrassing is not the correct word, but it’s the one that nearly makes it to Hanzo’s tongue anyways, as Noire works him over. It’s a touch that Hanzo can’t really place the last time he’s received- gentleness is not something the archer is given or gives often. It’s unusual, almost alien, let alone that it was coming from Noire- the two more prone to small bits of bickering and casual distance (mostly at Hanzo’s insistence) than anything else.

       It’s nice. 

       So Hanzo only lets it continue for a few small moments, when the tangles are cleared and the archer is very sure it’s just an excuse now, before he reaches his hand up to circle around Noire’s wrist, pulling it away. 

For @astralcircuit

Dammit Jesse, this, THIS was why ya cant have nice things.  Not because he didn’t take care of them, no.  He always took the best of care with all of his equipment, because it’s what kept him alive.  His revolver, his motorcycle, his robotic arm...  Only problem was, the world sure as hell didn’t like him keeping nice things.  Yet another .50 caliber slug had slammed through the wrist of his robotic arm, shattering all the bearings and leaving his hand a mangled, busted, barely hanging onto the rest of him, mess.  Walking up to Noire’s small office, holding his busted robotic hand in his human one, he sighed and knocked.