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this shit was a fucking mess. and jesse was right about that before they even stepped foot into the building.

what seemed like a simple grab-and-go operation proved to be a trap, as TALON goons seemed to be double than what they had faced back in venice. it was another shitty situation to be caught in, though this time, they weren't so lucky than before.

          ‘ moira, you’ve left your materials on my desk again. ‘ she would assume, for the sake of keeping their working environment as non-hostile as possible, that it was an accident, but it had happened so many times now that she was starting to suspect her lab partner was just ignoring her. ‘ could you keep them on your side? it makes it hard to find where i left off.

@drodeorain​ said: ‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’

Consequences.

A muffled grunt escapes the black leather mask. Consequences…

Funny, that one.

Realistically? Mako had always been aware of the very base action-reaction principle of life; you punch a bloke in the face? He’s probably wanna punch back. Sometimes things were, indeed, just as simple as that. He liked it when things were simple and plain.

Humankind, however, unfortunately had this stubborn need to make everything ten times as complicated than it should have been.

Consequences?

Oh, he knew a thing or two of these. How about having to deal with the consequences of being the one responsible for deaths of thousands of innocent people? How about carrying the knowledge of how many suffered, how many will still suffer due to his own fault? His selfishness, his rotten pride?

Had it not been what prompted their actions in the first place? Pride? This town is ours, they cried in unison, taking matters into their own hands, as it was very clear the government would not support them. They had been right to do so, as far as Roadhog was considered. Had it been worth it, however? Had he really been prepared for the consequences to follow their callous deeds?

And who was he to deem their objectives above all else, deciding for his countrymen to have no choice but shrug it all off, to simply deal with it?

Who was he, to consider the apocalypse a preferable outcome to humiliation?

Now that… he doubted he ever would find a satisfying answer for this particular thought experiment.

Not like he really wished to consider it all too thoroughly.

Consequences…

Yeah. Funny. Very funny.

This time around, the stakes were not quite as high, but… quite obviously, high enough to enrage the scientist. Frankly, Roadhog failed to see what the big deal was; a little bit of mayhem and destruction here, a couple explosions, a building or two torn down…

Like, it’s not like he’s actually done anything wrong. Right? To be fair, if anything, it was all Junkrat’s fault, but no way he would even consider ratting his lanky companion out like that. Pride, yes… that all of them had in-common, alright. And Roadhog? He especially was too proud to even take the other’s annoyance into consideration as a matter he would have to pay any proper attention to.

A shrug of his massive shoulders followed; the Junker clearly as indifferent to the doctor’s accusations as he was to most things around him.

“Wasn’t that bad.” Dodging responsibility, once again. You’re particularly skilled at that one, aren’t you, Mako?

Oh, shut up…

“Not our fault.”

@drodeorain said:

“You keep rushing into danger like you’re fireproof. One day I’m not gonna be there to drag you back out.” for genji!

Astrology Inspired RP Prompts || Accepting!

"For a moment, it almost sounded as if you cared, Doctor." His tone was flat and borderline sardonic. He wasn't counting on anyone to keep up with him. In fact, a part of him believed he was no more than an expendable soldier. Oh but that was not the case, was it? They needed him alive to serve as the deadly blade they needed.

But the boiling rage and deeply-rooted desire for revenge overpowered all else. As long as he had the means to sate that, he couldn't care less about Blackwatch or Overwatch's goals.

"I am certain the cowboy would be more than happy to have you look him over." Unlikely. But he'd rather someone else get their ears chewed off over this. Genji turned to face Moira, vexation and impatience evident within bloodshot eyes.

"Dr. O'Deorain?"

There was a time, fairly recently, when the only people calling out for her in her own space like that were Oasis staffers, checking up on her progress, seeing if she needed anything to continue her research. More recently still, though, this presence has been in her space. Xue is settling in... fine. She still doesn't quite trust her surroundings, but it'd be hard to expect her to with what she's been through... and the occasional but undeniable similarities this holds to that.

The slight, rather skittish-looking young woman crosses the floor, looking distrustfully at the equipment before continuing. "Um... I'm back. I was trying to get the projector screen thing you showed me to work so I could watch a movie, but... I think I pressed the buttons in the wrong order, and when I turned it off it slid back into the wall. I don't know how to get it out again."

She hesitates.

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 :: @drodeorain

Angela heard the criticism before the question, an unfortunate habit she seemed to have picked up on as of late. It took a steady inhale and a moment to collect herself before she could muster a calm answer. “I am doing my best,” ​she carefully reminded, foregoing a more bristled response. 

emotional starters ask meme !

❝ don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, partner. ❞

doctor zie-- angela had explained to him that the recovery process could take weeks. months, even. although the arm greatly enhanced his strength due to obvious reasons, it still needed some getting used to.

getting used to things was not something that jesse loved to do.