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two forms stood among the warming fields; the monk gracefully aiding the nurse into a new pose, to stretch out tired limbs and worn pistons.
a body must be maintained - especially one which blends the muscular and the mechanical; and zenyatta was more than happy to help.
「 ༀ - deep breaths, my friend. do not push yourself. 」
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He is uncertain how he feels... but it is not a pain touch so... he will not make a fuss out of it. He feels like he’s seen her but never really... interacted.
He will wait to see if this goes poorly because he is not in the mood for fights. For once. “Who’re you?”
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Jesse growled, holding Aether from behind on the bed. His large metal arm, glowing molten under the black armored plates held around her waist. Gentle on her skin, threatening even so. His claws run over her skin before he set his face on her shoulder. Kissing it gently. He didn’t speak, he rarely did.
there's a note on the floor by his door that says, 'dear hanzo shimada, open the door and please accept this gift and join us. Talon'. meanwhile, outside Aether is wondering why she agreed to this.
Hanzo reads the note with a quirked brow, before he opens the door, taking a moment to look her over, “... They’re not.. making you do this are they?”
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He was a mutual party, he supposed. Declining the offer of rejoining the Overwatch Initiative in favour of making his plays in the dark. It suited his discreet lifestyle - eliminating those most dangerous to the public to lighten the burden on the organisation’s already stretched-thin operatives. Although he was not technically a part of the new Overwatch, he was not unknowledgeable of their workings, or of their enemies. Talon posed the greatest threat, possessing the capability to sabotage Overwatch’s carefully-placed plans by their superior technology, numbers and facilities at their disposal.
Even working alone McCree had felt their pressure, crossing paths with them on a number of occasions at events or places that both held same interests. This was one such scenario, and from his hidden position the gunslinger could identify two operatives and a medic entering through the warehouse door. It was a good thing that McCree had been delayed in his journeying when he did, for he would have ultimately been spotted by the small crew if he had not.
His shift had come on unexpectedly, influenced by the growing moon that touched just the tips of the trees that framed the surrounding area. It was not quite full yet, perhaps a couple of nights off, although his repeated delay of taking his wolf form in the weeks before had weakened his capability of doing so considerably. He had little time to prepare before his vision went black and a red-hot heat clawed at the skin across his entire body. It would always be painful. Not quite as excruciating as when his shifts first manifested, though hardly comfortable with bones, tendons and muscle elongating and snapping into place.
His attire now left shredded in pieces on the floor was rummaged through for his belt at a width no longer suited for his larger waist. Instead, McCree strapped it around his thick thigh with a clawed hand and nudged his revolver into its holster. In this form he had no further use for it, although he was not about to leave it here to retrieve later lest Talon were alerted to it.
After waiting a few minutes, McCree quietly followed the team into the warehouse, clinging to the shadows at every opportunity.
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It had been a while, since he had encountered somebody--human or not. He wasn’t bothering with a human guise tonight. His bare footsteps barely echoed through the streets, the pure white eyes focused in front of him. They stopped almost immediately, hearing the breathing of another. A human? He shifted his shoulders, stretching out the muscles before moving towards the source--no stealth, no masking his presence, just walking over to her. Not a word said, and a low snort before he stopped.
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It’s a struggle for Sombra to keep a smile off her face as she holds up a single finger, a small incision barely visible on the pad of it; she’s pretty sure she’s going to end up get yelled at for this, but it’ll totally be worth it.
“I got a papercut.”
