#drzglr

                                    ‘  never saw a man killed with a sword before.  ’

                                                                                                              - for genjiiii 

   || lawrence of arabia starters || accepting.

     cloth sings across metal, lightly dampened with the choji oil he used to keep rust from taking the blade’s integrity. the cleaning of his blade was something of a ritual performed after every mission - both to preserve the blade, and calm its wielder. ( his right hand would shake, if it were still flesh. even now, he can hear the pounding of his heart in his ears. so many years of training, yet the crash of adrenaline still took him a few moments to process. )

                            “  it is likely not the last time you will see it, dr. ziegler.  ”

     the mask that covers his face turns his voice almost robotic, the same as the omnic people that walked the streets of the cities they worked so tirelessly to protect. it feels as though someone else speaks with his voice, marred words in a tone that almost sounds like him - but with one foot in the uncanny valley. ( he holds his words so he himself does not hear them. )

HEAVY HEAD lifts at the sound of the keypad outside his door, heralding incoming company---a POLITE host might turn on the lights at the promise of a guest, but Jack’s all-too certain his headache would scream its disapproval if he tried, so the only light remains the blue glow of holo-screens that float at the right side of his desk, as well as the faint golden glow through the window blinds.

the doors slide open to grant entry, presenting Dr. Ziegler---a presence for which earns a HUFF, the sound laced with a laugh that lacks HUMOR ; OF COURSE in such unkempt condition he’d get a visit from the doctor---

                                                      “ Angela. ”

HE AT LEAST has the manners to RISE in greeting, encouraging her inside with an outward sweep of his arm ;

                    “ if you’re here to do a check up, let me defend myself -                        it’s been one hell of a week, and it feels like coffee is                        all that’s left on my side. my heart rate isn’t my fault. ”

Send an icon meme /accepting.

🕵️‍♂️ spying on your muse

“You shouldn’t be over here at this time of night, amiga.” 

A lilac figure appeared behind the blonde one, out of thin air. She’s been following the other for a while now, checking on her movements, not revealing herself until she made sure she was alone. 

Having a base nearby, the hacker couldn’t allow herself to be careless. That is the case, she had some eyes and ears all over the place, just in case. And that is why she decided to greet the visitor herself, to avoid things getting out of hand quickly.

From the Five AU Headcanons meme!

Peacekeeper isn’t a revolver, but a heavily augmented plasma blaster he built while travelling with the Deadlock pirates. He’s able to make each plasma shot spit in mid shot, hitting multiple targets and making him a formidable foe on the battlefield and cementing his notoriety across the galaxies.

McCree is an accomplished mechanic; his ship (an old model with the code H08-P3R which he affectionately refers to as Hopper) is an almighty Frankenstein of a beast. It’s prone to breaking down, but never fails when he needs it most. This is especially helpful when trying to outrun those after his bounty.

He’s prone to playing dumb about his technical/mechanical knowledge, especially when captured; more than once he’s been able to manipulate those expectations of him being the dumb human to escape, and make his tampering with electronics look like an unfortunate accident.

He still dresses the same as in canon, though his chest body armour is carbon fiber reinforced and has a life support system installed that can allow him to survive in inhospitable environments, and even open space for a few minutes. It was given to him by Angela, and it’s one of the few pieces of tech he doesn’t tamper with.