#wraithreborn

dropping his hand away from the mask — he meant to take it off, but with an audience now... he’s feeling less inclined — jack tips his head over his shoulder. ❛ called dibs on this one already. ❜     // @wraithreborn

❛ hand me the solvent. ❜ the sniper gestures vaguely, commanding as ever. while she waits, she considers her injury in the mirror over the table surface. today did not go particularly well --- this was clear to see from the small scar and black bruises developing around the eye upon her left cheekbone. ❛ i believe they’ll want me to come in to check the damage on this. i cannot move it. they may demand another reconstruction if they see the wound. ❜ some part of her still has the capacity to feel vaguely nauseous at the thought. 

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she’s not here to gloat -- a little bit. no, she wanted to keep him honest, as they so often did for each other. ( she, gabriel, and jack. ) ❝ that was ugly. ❞ she states matter-of-factly. ❝ it got the job done, but damn, was it ugly. ❞

                                                     it’s funny how you can always tell                                                          which member of the family                                                       dragged them all into hot topic.

sombra — visible in the dark thanks to the purple PHOSPHORESCENCE of her ensemble — exits the aircraft, followed shortly by reaper — whose only discernible feature is that BONE white mask of his.  ❝ that went well - for once. ❞ wired hands slickly go to tighten the straps of her coat, as the latina looks to her MORBIDLY menacing company. her lips ( still moist from the gloss she applied hours before ) turn upwards into a mordant smirk.  ❝ and here was i thinking age was finally catching up to you, compa. ❞

ur legally dead that’s probably impossible u can’t do jack shit buddy :/