#implied gency

An ideal date is one than incites her and her date to walk around/explore. Festivals, parks-- concerts are iffy because they tend to be overcrowded, but smaller music events in towns are nice. Somewhere they can blend in but not be overwhelmed by crowds.

“You should be,” Moira’s voice sounded darker, wetter, “Because, my dear Doctor Ziegler, have you forgotten?” Moira tilted her head, violet veins creeping up over her jawline as her pupils dilated, black nanite secretions dripping out from under her silver half-mask, “I don’t give Gabriel anything I haven’t tested on myself first.”

  I’d say everyone’s horseback riding experience is “Competent but marginal.” Mercy learned to horseback ride during her years of relief work when she had to move quickly into rough terrain into rural areas where the Valkyrie suit might attract too much attention. Rei learned more horseback riding from Uncle Jesse in the southwest. Genji and Hanzo learned horseback riding with the Shimada clan but it wasn’t nearly as emphasized as it was in previous centuries of the Shimada clan’s history since at that point much of the Shimada clan was much more adapted to urban environments. Basically horseback riding for Genji and Hanzo served as this sort of… “learning patience and discipline and how to read subtle changes in body language” thing and you didn’t really see any horseback riding when it came to Actual Ninja Stuff. Genji can still ride horses with his cybernetics, but they usually have to be pretty old and even-tempered horses because they do spook easier with his appearance and the feel of his prosthetics.

I seriously need to get back to practicing drawing one day

Rain pelted the glass in front of her and slid in tiny droplets down the panes of her windowed room. The overlooking cliffs that spanned the Oceanside made her loneliness far more burdensome than usual, and her expression crept into a dark and troubled one. Gibraltar was so far… Far from the one thing that truly made her happy in all the conflict and war. “Doctor Ziegler? You never came down for dinner. Winston made peanut butter sandwiches…again!” Angela turned her gaze from the window long enough to see the short but lithe figure standing in her doorway. She held a small mug of hot chocolate which she placed carefully on a nightstand near the bed in the corner. “I'm sorry, Lena. I haven't quite felt like myself today”, she held up a hand and stopped the shorter woman before she could part her lips to speak, “And don't you worry, it's nothing serious. I am not ill”. Lena gave her a broad smile and seemed to straighten in her posture. Positive words always seems to have that effect on Tracer and when Angela felt like getting the optimistic woman off of her rear, she'd spout a few lines of feel good jibberish to save her sanity. “Oh! Well, if you'd like, I can make some soup. I told Winston that not everyone would like the sandwiches but he insisted, and who am I to stop him?”. Angela smiled warmly and took a last glance at the lapping waves beneath her vantage point. How silly to watch the ocean anyways. No one would be arriving by boat this day. The two made their way down several flights of stairs that clunked like an old truck with each step. A main chamber connected all of the various hallways of the Watchpoint and computer screens lined nearly every crevice one could look at. In the midst of it all sat a massive gorilla that rearranged his glasses when he peered up at the descending two. “Ah, Doctor Ziegler! We haven’t seen much of you today and I was starting to worry. Food is in the mess hall if you're hungry.” “I'm afraid that not everyone considers your usual meals to be food, Winston.” A voice rang clearly around them but no one seemed to own the disembodied voice, and yet, none of them seemed panicked by it either. Winston’s attention drew towards the monitor in front of him and grimaced, “Well that's just rude, Athena”. “I believe what I offered was constructive criticism, but it would seem we have far more pressing matters. Perhaps you'd better discuss such things with your team.” Angela stood, poised, at the bottom of the stairs as she'd been relieved by some human interaction despite the ones in front of her being an AI and a gorilla. Tracer had managed to disappear to the mess hall and return with a mouthful of sandwich and a smear of peanut butter across her button nose. At the mention of “pressing matters” both of the women stopped and perked their brows at one another. Tracer spoke first between bites. “Wessing watters? Whaddaya wean?” Winston seemed to heave a sigh and habitually moved a giant finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Athena has been tracking some of Talon’s movement, especially after the spook just before I sent out the call. She's not quite certain what to make of some interactions out there, but we do know that Jesse McCree is still en route to the Watchpoint and his penchant for meandering is causing a pause in our efforts. It doesn’t quite help that Genji has ghosted off on his own either.” Angela flinched at something and Tracer easily caught the movement. She didn't say anything to the blonde woman, but furrowed her brows at Winston instead, “You said interactions. What did you mean by that?”. Winston shifted in the large tire that he used for a chair and raised a hand to tap a few things into a holographic key panel which Athena projected in a glowing orange hue. Before all of them, a series of pictures popped up one at a time and cycled. Each one showed some manner of a blurry figure in a red, white, and blue jacket with a metallic visor to obscure his face…not that the quality would have mattered ether way. Winston rose just enough so that he could motion to the man in the photos and grunted, “This guy showed up recently in Mexico and we’re not sure what to make of him. I can't decide if he's part of Talon and hanging out with that Reaper guy, but I get a bad feeling when I look at him.” “There's something oddly familiar about him… It's a shame the pictures aren't more clear…”, everyone turned to look at Angela who now stood in an almost standoffish pose. One arm crossed over her breasts and she refused to look at he others, “You'd think that in our time there'd be less potatoes for cameras”. To the side, a series of giggles started that erupted into a rather boisterous laugh for such a small woman. Tracer held her stomach before raising a hand to wipe the tears from her eyes, “I’m sorry, Doctor. I’d forgotten you could joke!”. Angela pursed her lips for a moment before offering a defeated expression. She'd been serious but the others seemed to miss her stern and overly critical judgement. “Regardless, Winston, I’m morbidly curious about the roles you wish us to play in all this. I thought I was clear in that I didn't wish to don the suit again unless it was absolutely necessary…”, the blonde’s tone was dead serious and she hoped it had gotten through to the one most likely to pick up on it. “Doctor Ziegler, I’m afraid I'm going to have to ask you to bring out the Valkyrie again. I don't have much choice.” “Winston… It's been ages since I've used it. I swore to myself that I wouldn't use it again… I was so relieved when Overwatch dis-…” “I, for one, would like to see you in the Valkyrie as well, Doctor Ziegler.” The words echoed the main room and there was a collective inhale of breath as the three glanced up to the top of the stairs. What most would think to be an Omnic, a thin, yet define cyborg of a man, loomed over them with unseen eyes behind an electric green visor. Had his expression been visible, his words sounded both amused and deadly serious. Angela stiffened and yet, looked as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She tried viciously to hide a smile from creeping into the corners of her mouth. She nearly failed. Nearly. Before anyone could say anything, Tracer had blinked across the room and wrapped her arms around Genji’s middle. She smiled brightly as he awkwardly patted at her back with a metallic hand that accidentally clicked against her chronal accelerator. He looked up towards the others and gave them a small wave with the same hand. When Tracer had released him, he calmly walked down the stairs and stood on the opposite side of the landing from Angela. “I apologize for my absence, Winston. I had some…business to tend to. Family stuff. I imagine I had you all worried and for that I am sorry”, what could be seen of his face had shifted to look at Angela during the last of his sentence and she silently cursed herself for not being able to see an expression. He may have come to terms with who he had become now, but it irritated her to no end that she couldn't quite read the man. After all, she'd done it to him. Winston merely waved off Genji with a briefly lifted hand before gesturing back towards the screen, “You got here just in time for the briefing. I actually just got to the good part”, he tapped a few more keys and another screen popped up. A large red dot flickered on and off in a location Angela could just make out as Mexico. It wasn't terribly far from their current location in Gibraltar. Genji’s hollow, yet warm voice sounded before her own. “I see Athena has also heard of the mishaps in Dorado then. I managed to hear a thing or two all the way in Japan”, Genji stopped talking when he realized Winston’s brow perked far higher than just a passing curiously would. There were a hundred questions in his eyes and when he turned to look at Angela, he caught her very irritated expression, lip between her teeth as she quieted herself for the time being. “Uh, yes actually. Dorado. This was where Doctor Ziegler came into play. Athena and I weren't terribly sure if anyone has been injured in the vigilante activity, and I thought that it would be a good bonding mission for yourself and the good doctor. Consider it a training mission from the old days.” Genji hadn't taken his eyes off of Angela, but she'd managed to find something very interesting about her boots, enough so that she shifted them side to side and feigned having heard anything from them. “Doctor Ziegler, perhaps you would be willing to equip the Valkyrie just long enough to check on the citizens of Dorado?”, his voice grated her nerves for several unrelated reasons. He always managed to make things sound so easy. The calm, collected nature in which he spoke both reassured her and drove her to madness. “Fine. But you cannot ask me again after this. Not once! I'm already breaking my promise to myself”, Angela’s brows furrowed and she lifted a hand to pinch at the bridge of her nose. As she opened her eyes, she felt a hand press against her shoulder. Genji stood in front of her with his head tilted ever so slightly. Another mental kick kept her from looking at him. “Doctor Ziegler, I appreciate this. I cannot think of a more qualified person I'd like to go on a mission with. It will be as Winston said. Like old times.” A rumble sounded from Winston behind them and both of their attention shifted to him, “That’s the spirit. It's as if Overwatch never went anywhere”. Angela mumbled under her breath before she finally started towards the mess hall, “That's what I'm afraid of…”. Tracer had already gone ahead of them once more, darting around the kitchen for various other eateries. Genji followed silently behind Angela, staring at her tensed back. No one said a word to Winston who now sat on his tire, comfortable, as he flicked through old Overwatch member files like an obsessed fanboy. It surprised no one when he spoke to them from the other room, unaware that they'd all left him to Athena.