#ciiberz

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 // still accepting !

okay but like ??? i would actually really like a thread where it takes place in jesse's talon verse ( tl;dr - during the mission where jesse's arm gets amputated on the field, he's left behind because the dispatch team is under heavy fire and they're forced to retreat. they capture jesse and install his arm prosthetic which induces pain if he didnt listen to orders ) and sombra kind of ??? unravels all the shittiness that is talon and tries to help jesse escape even though he's such a fucking pessimist because obv. pain aint fun bro. and he's just not up for it but also wants to escape. so give me .... a thread ..... where she tries to help him and hack his arm or something ???? PLEASE ?????

give me sombra && jesse spending that one christmas at a bar together because they're both lonely souls and they both acknowledge that. like, jesse knows little to nothing about her, even though she knows a bunch of shit about him. but he knows that she's probably doing that because she's trying to protect herself -- and thats why he cares about her a lot.

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the cool hues of winter mornings - the specks of sunlight that break through the sky

dazzle upon the fresh snow; only to be swept away for the morning visitors. by the monk himself. 

as much as he would leave it be others require a place to step. including whoever was leaving the light indents in the powdered hallways.

a light crunch of snow, a subtle shift in the surface of snowflakes. it was easy to miss or brush off - that is, if not for a monk with nothing better to do.

following the tracks as light as a butterfly, he finally found the source of them; a woman, hunched over next to a doorway.

「 ༀ - pardon me, my friend.  」

with a light tap of the shoulder he made his presence known.

「 ༀ - apologies to bother you, but may i ask that you let someone know if you will be roaming about?

Leon sipped the last of his iced coffee as the airship landed, giving the cup a few shakes to get the last drops from under the ice. He set the cup down in his cupholder, and stood, giving all of his gear a quick once-over before exiting the craft, just a few strides behind Angela.

The two had been sent to an area just on the edge of London to collect some records as well as provide assistance to some of the doctors in the area following an attack just a few days ago. There didn’t seem to be too many life-threatening injuries, thankfully, but the medical offices were full, so the doctors there requested some help in exchange. 

Leon was happy to help, however he was currently tasked with receiving and securing the data from Angela’s contact a bit further into the city, and sending it back to base before rejoining the doctor to aid at the hospital. 

Nonverbal RP Starters

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

The clink of glass tapping metal could be heard between the two as the robot had moved its hand to block the glass from sliding past them, an appreciative whoop came from Bastion as their hand brought it behind their makeshift set up. It was definitely slower then an actual trained barista, especially with the use of only having one hand for the robot but they still swiftly refilled the glass with her drink of choice.

It was not uncommon that a job would result in some dirt getting on him, or scuffs to his outfit, or a spatter of something dramatically across his mask. It also was not uncommon for him to be sent on some of the most brutal operations Talon took part in. He never was squeamish and didn’t complain about it (any issue he did have or that came as a result was dealt with by him in private).

However this was notable, he was just downright drenched in blood. Not a pretty sight nor smell, nor something he was looking forward to cleaning. His off-white mask thankfully would be easy but his cloth hood not so much. It wouldn’t show for the most part but the scent would stick, and he was not about to start using fabric freshener.

He didn’t even want to think about what had actually caused all of this to get on him, it was nothing pretty. No he just wanted to get what he needed to done then go and start trying to handle the mess. Unfortunately he did need to head to Sombra’s little slice of hell to hand something over.

Despite the mask it was clear he was frowning when she looked up at him. Arms crossed and breathes not as silent as they could be indicated his patience wasn’t at it’s all time high. “Work comes first. Besides, I don’t have any beauty contests lined up.”

He pulled a USB out from a pocket, it was non-describe but looked scuffed like it’d been in his pocket during a fight. He placed it down on her desk. “You’re supposed to unlock this, don’t know why or what’s supposed to be on it.”

The cyborg did not quite like finding out the so called informant he was urged to meet was none other than Sombra. Given what she could do to his prosthetics, she was arguably the one Talon agent he was the least fond of facing, hence why for the whole exchange, he remained at a safe distance, arms crossed and standing tall, fidgeting with a single shuriken just in case.

Of course, she was as straight to the point as ever, in her own cryptic way anyway. He could tell she was testing what leverage she could get on him, so when she made this single fact abundantly clear, the cyborg felt he had to sneer.

That sounded like a challenge he could live up to.

☼ - How do you calm yourself when you get angry?

// I don’t really get angry, I usually just get frustrated like you wouldn’t believe. And for that, I usually either stim, cry, distract myself with something else, or take a warm bath for too long.