#stormbowed

His lips are pulling further down into a frown, arms moving to cross in front of his chest as he looked to her, lips playful. he can see she wants to smile bigger but she's holding back - something genji had been afflicted in, in his youth. " I do not see why you need to know." he huffs out; avoidance.

                  normally ( though she’d be loathed to admit it ),                   hana would put up a fight with his insistence.                   she’s a bit of a gossip -- something she can                   chalk up to her age, and maybe lack of comm-                   unication with people the very same -- and                   once her interest’s been piqued, there’s little                   anyone can do to change her mind.

@stormbowed

    “Je vais faire un carton. “

    She would win.  She had to win.  The forever bragging rights were just too prized to let go, she needed this advantage against him and she would do anything to get it.

    Unlike the Shimada, Amelie had more mobility to her advantage.  Her grappling hook provided the woman an upper hand in not only agility but also style.  The sniper was more than determined to out play the archer.

    The sound of her line twinged through the air while her machine pulled her body weight up.  With a strategic release of the hook, the assassin took air and aimed down her sights.  Three robots collapsed before her boots hit solid ground again, pulling a soft umf from her throat in landing.

It wasn’t often that the demon had a place to rest, he cleaned his hands, gently rubbing them together after rinsing them off as well as he could in a puddle. Glancing around he sniffed the air knowing he was close. This dragon liked to horde treasure, so he’d take a shiny trinket or twelve, no one would miss them. He waited for the large beast to go out hunting, having maybe a window of twelve to twenty minutes he quickly scrambled up a tree, and went to the cliff that housed the dragons cave up above       He’d have to be swift, and quiet as possible as to not alert the dragon to something wrong just in case he returned, and began to search for the others shiny possessions. It didn’t take him long to locate the room they were in, and he began to slip things on. On his fingers, hands, arms, and tail. Even a small crown for his head.

             ❛ excellent aim! ❜ zenyatta’s direct praise wasn’t hard earned in any sense, but it somehow managed to feel that way nonetheless. or so he’s been told... he hoped it didn’t diminish his words. watching the archer practice, the omni couldn’t help but compare his actions to his brothers     a fault he should rectify, but could not bring himself to just yet. his movements are far more controlled, though in no way less dramatic. appearance wise, the two seemed to be two halves to the same flamboyant coin       if hanzo’s side was the more scene, hipster side.