the shadow.

At first, Sombra is angry. 

The balance of power overthrown, the scientists missing with their doors wide open. It was everything she could have asked for, if only it had been a few months prior. Everything was hers for the taking, the technology behind this wretched experiment and the real seat of power behind it all. The only thing that meant something in this shithole of a city and that was always permanently out of reach.

It’s meaningless now. Easily, so laughably easily, Sombra was able to gain access to the Core, in all its abandoned glory. Her abilities, once locked, invigorated her as she tore almost desperately through whatever firewalls and protections were left around it. The back door to the scientists lair hadn’t simply been left ajar; No, it had been blown wide open, with nothing left to hide.

Bitter laughter echoed around her, solitary in her journey to the main hub. She pulled everything she could from every single scrap of technology she could get her hands on along the way, though most of it had been purged of anything useful-- All broken code and fragments of a whole. It compounded on the sense of frustration that burned in her heart. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Sombra reached the control room. It was a disaster, and immediately apparent that she was not going to find what she had spent so long searching for. 

A computer with a blank screen sat idly nearby, the only thing on it the blinking of a cursor in the corner. Pulling up her interface, Sombra connected to it, watching as more of her screens popped up to accommodate the large, yet decaying, infrastructure of the city. The slate was erasing itself, and would soon be blank.

The people out there were dying, or being sent home, or whatever was happening. She hadn’t gone yet, but knew there was little time.

On various screens across the city, a purple sugar skull appeared, flickering in and out of focus. Her voice, distorted, can be heard if one were close by.

『 The scientists are gone. There’s nothing left in the Core. 』

She paused.

『 I guess you could say we won. It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it, but it’s over. 』

There was a certain, small number of people she hoped would see her message. She wasn’t one for sentimental goodbyes; It was easier this way, away from people, alone. She’d see them again, of course, but it would never be the same.

Well, this is a hell of a thing to wake up to.

I know this blog has been inactive for a while, but Sombra and Citta always have a big ol’ place in my heart. I’m very sad to see it go, as I’d planned on returning soon, but it looks like I’ll be joining the new group instead (whenever it makes its debut) with Sombra and somebody new....... For now, catch me on twitter at EX0ENCE.

Thank you to everyone for being a friend these past few months. I have met so many people in this group who have changed my life and who mean a lot to me. I’ve been in and out of Citta these past few years and it’s hard to believe that it’s shutting down! 

Stay strong, Cittazens. Everything’s gonna be okay.

❝ Well, well. Looks like you’ve beaten me to the punch. ❞

If Sombra had interrupted anything, it was clear by the flippant attitude with which she spoke that she didn’t care. Emerging from the shadows where she’d been observing the stranger, Sombra gestured towards the man whom she spoke of, sitting on the ground as if he’d tripped and stumbled backwards. The poor sucker seemed to sweat more at her appearance, though why he’d ended up with such rotten luck in the first place was hardly concerning. The guy she didn’t recognize, the rogue variable, was a surprise development-- But not one she couldn’t take in stride.

Sombra wasn’t sure entirely how long she had been gone. It was a thought that unnerved her, having forgotten everything that had happened in Hive City and suddenly remembering it all upon her return. And the reasoning as to why she’d been taken then brought back remained, as it was in the beginning, a mystery. It made her brain hurt, in a way it usually only did when her augmentations needed a bit of calibrating-- She’d done it after arrival to make sure.

If ever there were a comforting thought, however, it was that there was still at least one friendly face kicking around the city. Or, rather, her apartment, which Sombra knew immediately to still be inhabited by a certain scientist almost as soon as she walked in.

Standing in the living room for a second or two, Sombra migrated to the kitchen, where she took one look at the contents of the fridge before letting out a loud sigh. The thing was nearly empty. Not much had changed, but luckily for her, there was still a fair amount of coffee grounds left in the pantry to put on a pot. The poor coffee maker had certainly seen better days.

Measuring out just enough for a few cups, adding water, then pressing the brew button, Sombra turned back around and hopped to sit on the counter adjacent to the coffee maker. All that was left was to get Moira’s attention.

Hey everyone! I’m working on starters that I owe right now, but I just wanted to post a friendly reminder that if you are a personal or otherwise non-rp blog, do NOT interact with any of my posts. That includes liking them in addition to reblogging them. I will likely block or soft-block you, as it clutters my activity page and makes me highly uncomfortable.