#talons-wraith

Jack scowled behind the bars of the small cell, his hands bound together to ensure the least amount of movement possible. They were too tight on his wrists but the was the last thing he needed to worry about in this situation.

He watches the wraith, silent despite his cursing greeting when he appeared, speaking up carefully, “Easily? Certainly felt like awhile for me, Gabriel.” He has evaded his hunting form for a long time now--yet somehow he was able to catch him off guard.

Usually he knew when he was in an area, was always a couple steps ahead yet he found some kind of misstep and he manipulated it. He couldn’t focus on that now--what he needed to do was stay alive and get out of here.

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    Stealth was key in this mission; get in, complete the objective, and leave with an additional body in tow.  The superiors of Talon needed this high priority target on their side, alive and willing.  Sending a familiar face was the best idea they could think of without completely brain washing the subject into submission.  They needed his free thought, ability to make decisions on his own, and his vast knowledge of the Overwatch organization.  

    From what Talon understood, and how Amelie’s briefing went, Reyes was something....different.  Not the old commander Amelie remembered but something foreign like herself.  The goal was to offer help to his condition, convince him that the resources they had surpassed his own collection and that real progress could be made.

    The window had been unlocked; an easy entrance for the assassin to slip in undetected without creating a noisy introduction.  Simple, yes, however she wouldn’t dare underestimate the man.

He puts his hand out as if to stop Reaper from picking up his arm, but recoils. He looks down and away, holding himself back from making any snide responses to Reaper's little remark.

"It's..." Embarrassing. It's embarrassing, that's what it is. But now that he's offered, he has to explain. "An.. individual outside of the casino caught me off guard." he finally responds, but quickly follows up, "--But it is quite alright. The situation was, ah.. handled."

BUGGY/DAMAGED ANDROID STARTERS

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“Monsieur.” The omnic looks up towards the doorway, sitting up in his chair upon hearing Gabriel’s voice. There’s a moment of hesitation as Maximilien looks between him and the arm on the table– which was, indeed, his– before he allows his shoulders to relax with a sigh.

Genji didn’t know what to do, seeing Reaper on his knees, breaking down, his hands hovering before he bit the bullet and hugged the wraith tightly. 

“You are not alone, Gabriel,” he murmured, “do not be afraid.”

   An icy cold grasp of fear latches itself onto the young woman as she sees the fog below her, starting to crawl up her leg and further up her person, she can feel the pierce of claws against her armour, of more correctly, puncturing her armour, only because her HUD was giving her warnings, not because she could actually feel it, yet at any case. 

   The voice from the other causes a cool shudder to go through the womans frame and she gasps with fright as she starts being pulled down back to the earthen tiles below by the entity before her. Her jets shift out wider, adding more effort to keep her airborne, of course, it meant using more fuel but she couldn’t go down.

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Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours. [Reaper healing you…or at least trying to after finding you stuck under heavy debris?]

Whatever thoughts crossed his mind when he searched through the debris the sniper could not know. Heavy boards and sheet rock lay over her, pinning her under the rubble of the collapsed building.

She couldn’t even begin to guess why he would bother searching for her in the mess, she wasn’t going to question it though. Ana’s not one to pull away from help usually. Not when she needs it. She questions will be save for later.

She’s holding the end of the bandage he was wrapping around her broken ribs – looking for the little metal piece to hold it in place. She looks tired, with scratches marking up her face and body, various cuts and bruises scattered through out.

“Thank you.”

Her voice is soft, and rough from inhaling dust and debris.  

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   The sound of a familiar voice has the security chief pause in her step, her grip tightening on her rocket launcher as her eyes cast around the familiar look of the technologically advanced sand temple that held the God like AI of Anubis. She knew that voice all too well, it was a voice that belonged to one of the men that worked along with her mother, a man that she used to look up to before the man was declared dead.