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Darius felt somewhat overwhelmed for a moment. He noticed her detailing his facial features and only to settle on the anti-dust mask he had decided to wear for the day. No one really called the...beautiful. They only really pointed out how strange it was that  he was even wearing one. He cleared his throat, glancing over her own mask and taking in tubing. 

“Depends on what you call ‘fascinating’.”

Seated on and taking up most of the communal couch, the hacker hummed and glanced up from her screens at the new arrival.

“Que pasa? Do you need something?”

He has heard of the woman with the strange issue not too long ago, and she did sound like she wasn’t doing the best, especially around this time of day. So after a few screening and permissions, he managed to gain access to her quarters - after promising to get a full de-cleansing after he was done with it.

But now he was practically in, knocking the door to let her know that he was here. And letting her know of the situation. 

Local girl cannot stop drawing her OC

send ⌛ for my muse to hold their weapon to yours’ head or throat.

It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out. Nox was, at most, to be on call in case anyone had the poor fortune to slip and get themselves injured, but the target was civilian with maybe a few security guards posted about. Nothing the standard Talon trooper couldn’t handle on their own, and with a half-trained squad such as this, acquiring the samples should have taken minutes at most.

Except they couldn’t recognize what they were dealing with, despite Nox’s specific directions, necessitating their direct appearance.

And then someone, apparently, missed one of the guards - because that was sure an alarm system going off.

Muttering curses under their breath, Nox waved their escorts ahead to clear a path as they tucked the final samples in to their kit. Come hell or high water, they were going to get something out of this, even if they were the last one out. They just hadn’t realized how large this place was, taking a turn that was…not where they wanted to go. And were those footsteps?

Nox ducked in to another room, and had just enough time to register another person- civilian- before reaching out to take a grip at her hair, raising their biogun to her chin.

Some sketches that will eventually later become things.

Top is Morel, spending a lazy Sunday in quarantine

Sombra eyed the gun with no little amount of curiosity. She hadn’t done anything and the girl was already prepared to use brute force. She was reckless. That much was certain at first glance. Sidling to her left, she cast her an almost hurt look.