#moirafreed

((Moirafreed)) "I was HIRED to, as you people so elegantly put it, "fuck with things that should remain unfucked" kindly remember. From the start."

Jesse didn’t like Moira, then again, that was painfully obvious. She barely tolerated the woman whenever it came to going on missions, but that was all she could stand. Now, she was informed that the good old doctor wanted to converse with her. Why? The gunslinger gave her really no reason to want to talk to her, other than possibly figuring out how the hell she could perform her ‘Deadeye’.

Still, there was no way around avoiding it, less she wanted Reyes to get after her ass.

So with cleaning up after the latest mission, there were the sound of her boots clanking towards the doctor’s lab, which always made her have chills down her spine. Whatever work could possibly be going on behind those doors? It always worried her, with how much Moira possibly wanted them all as experiments.

“eh, i give it a 6.”

[ @moirafreed ]

“I hate the bookstore!” Timmy whined.

“Come on, Timmy.” Brian muttered, counting his change. As always, his hood was up over his head and he was counting coins to buy a book for himself and for his brother. He promised that if Timmy let him stop at the bookstore so he could pick up the latest book in his favorite series, he’d let Timmy buy whatever he wants- and despite Timmy loving free stuff paid with Brian’s allowance, he still seemed to complain. It was totally uncool of Timmy, true, since the deal was more than fair. 

They walked into the bookstore, and Brian looked around after hearing the “ding-a-ling” altering the owner of the small buisness. Timmy seemed to see Pachimari Adventures and off his brother went to the children’s section. 

It was a good day, Reinhardt had deemed it. The Lieutenant had just lead a successful mission, Overwatch getting the intel they needed. He was now at the bar that was in the base, grinning to his companion.

“HAH! It’s a glorious day, is it not, mein freund?”

Misadventures in the Kitchen, Sentence Starters

@moirafreed

She should probably ask one of her friends if this is what having a heart attack felt like. It felt like it. A call down to the office might be in her future. Or maybe just straight to Kalyana. A baby heart attack wasn’t anything to worry over, right? 

Very, very carefully she set the pan back on the counter and far, far away from the doctor. 

“Moira, luv- first, we’re getting you some strong coffee.” She was sure if Moira wasn’t dead-tired she would have come to some conclusion that was better than ‘pan goes in the washer’. It was mostly in the name, and considering Moira worked with genetics and chemistry and solutions all day, she might have a pretty good idea of what happens to pure iron when you introduce it to certain things. Corrosion and soap and metal and gods- it was a family heirloom for a reason! And that reason was why she stole it from her mother when she left!

Moira was looking progressively more disgusted as Emily explained what seasoning was and how important it was to cast iron and- oh for bloody fucking- it wasn’t that odd.

Emily sighed, cradling her mug of coffee. 

“It’s a shame you don’t get your hands dirty more often.

Your abilities function in a similar fashion to mine in that you suck the life out of your enemies. They’re sadistic by their very nature. 

@moirafreed

“You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met.”

Words not laced with sarcasm or malice, there’s pure genuineness behind them. While she knows that that might not be technically true, she still says them. She sounds awestruck, perhaps even admiration.

“I mean it. Despite everything that’s happened to you, in and out of the work space, you’re still.. You. You’ve not changed an inch of yourself for anyone, and that’s... That’s something you don’t usually see. Most would just allow themselves to crumble after Overwatch, but not you.”

Now her tone is admiration, looking to the woman with pure awe. She sees no point in hiding it, at least with Moira. Being honest was important.