#e.itur

 @urociion

TalonWatch Sentence Starters

“I’m afraid briefings aren’t quite my thing anymore, Dr. Fox” he spoke, his voice sounding like a dull knife as he spoke. “I have...better work to do than dealing with Talon.” 

@spiderscanbehacked

The rain was heavy.  It never seemed to be this heavy in Kingsrow. Granted, it was England and it rain constantly but...it felt so surreal now. It was funny how Overwatch plans and his own lectures seemed to line up almost perfectly. Maybe they used that to their advantage, after all who would suspect a professor from Oasis to do anything suspicious? Well, everyone, but it explained why he wasn’t at his temporary office. With a hood over and cryptic respirator on, he dipped into the ally ways, finding fire escapes to climb the side of the buildings to find a ledge to sit on on the roof of the tall skyscrapers. He could see Mondatta’s statue from here.

He rested for a moment, smacking a button under his neck and taking a deep breath. Well, time to get to work. Quickly he moved to get his equipment out, placing a tablet on the ground and adding his ear piece as he hunched over the device. “Commander, E.Itur in position. Target base calculated, shall I smoke them out?” he questioned into his microphone. At first he heard a word, and then static. “E.Itur in position, permission to fire?” The static drown out in his ear, soon even piercing his right ear drum. He took it off, hearing footsteps behind him silently creep up. He blinked, feeling an invisible force hold his shoulder before appearing. 

@brigetteovertroublewater

“Sadly, my job and one of my commanders are the one to blame. I really don’t have a reason to want or kidnap you,” he sighed softly as he walked around the room, grabbing some of his old medical tools and sanitizing them. He sat not too far from her as he went through his tools, the front of his body facing her.

@bubblierwriting

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. 

@every-rose-has-me

There was a beat of silence as he looked the other up and down, as if he was scanning him down to the very molecule. The scientist let out a stifled chuckle, crossing his arms as he stared at the mysterious figure on the other side of his lab table. Without much of a thought, he looked back down at his work. He had a piece of muscle in his hands and dropped a vibrant liquid onto it. The meat sizzled.

((*Rubs my grubby little hands together*

@medic-0001

Darius didn’t know if he was even breathing at this point. Everything, and he meant everything hurt in the moment. But here he was, sitting on the floor in God knows where with one of the only people he truly cared about. One of his arms were completely gone, and the other was holding his gas mask to his face so he could actually breathe. Damn, he hated Overwatch and what they were making him do. 

(Continuation-)

He nodded slightly in response, taking in the name and repeating it over and over in his head so he wouldn’t forget it. “You say technically, though. That’s where I come in, to see what caused it,” he spoke bluntly. He hadn’t seen an animal savagely attack someone like that in, well, years. So his department assumed that it could have been drug influence. Possibly a serum of sorts. As he continued to walk, he didn’t answer his question at first. He took out a card and placed it against a sort of identification machine. The door instantly opened in response. 

@talonagent-0007

Darius had his back facing towards Byte, not at all noticing that they were behind him. His hands were gloved, but the blood of his most recent murder was splattered all over his iron pressed plaid shirt, and even on the surgical mask he clings dearly onto, after all the blood was pretty much everywhere on his body. At least the familiar red shade won’t be staining his hands anytime soon. He was heaving, his lungs burning after fighting off his attacker gruesomely. Sadly, the only weapons he had on hand was some tools for body dismemberment, as he was helping a fellow professor with a cadaver that was donated to the University. The body saw in his hand dripping blood told exactly how the other had died.