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[fantasmaniac]

Who| Reaper & Co. [ That means YOU♥  -- OPEN ]
What| Introduction to Legion World. Decked out in his edgelord gear, he goes for a walk.
Where| Ghosting around, locations will be noted.
When| Roughly after TTHS?
Warnings/Notes| None in particular


[ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ – ɴᴏ ᴘᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

They almost seemed a little worried about how calmly he took to being explained everything that's been happening, a look almost like pity or genuine concern, and he couldn't understand why. His first train of thought was 'this is a dream, isn't it?', until he remembered that he doesn't really dream anymore. It's just blurry images and smoke, and he's pretty sure he doesn't sleep.

Which then brought him to question the bits and pieces of what happened before he blacked out. Suffocating, then feeling his skin burn more, alongside the ever-present crackle of decay that he always feels. He's just glad that wasn't the killing blow, because damn, choking to death sucks. What a way to go. More importantly, it's not the method that bothers him but the circumstances surrounding it. He's a busy guy, he had shit to accomplish before he disappeared from existence entirely. Hell to raise. People to torture. All that fun stuff. Like hell he was going to cease to exist permanently before he did any of that.

So it's almost a relief. Hah.

He barely spoke, only replied in short, almost curt, answers as he understood perfectly. His recovery time was relatively quick, so by the time the portly fellow barged into his room, he was well aware of the situation. That's not to say he believed it (this could easily be mind tricks, an illusion, something involving a virtual simulator), at least not until he could prove he wasn't being tricked. So when the offer was made, he didn't exactly reply. Chalking it up to confusion and perhaps a needing a little time to adjust, they gave him the option of coming back to the decision later, and they left him alone after running a routine scan to make sure he was fit to leave the facility.

He didn't notice it while they were talking, but his mask was sitting by him on the table the whole time.

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[ ʜᴀʙɪᴛᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴋ ]

A. Watchpoint: Gibraltar
If he didn't think he was being tricked before, this sure convinces him he is being tricked now more than ever. Watchpoint: Gibraltar is a very distinct landmark, and how it's just oddly placed alongside other foreign structures make this all the more confusing. What's the point of all this? Why is this landmark here, placed like this?

He reaches out to touch the side of the wall as if testing to see if it's real, clawed fingers clacking audibly against it.

B. The Temple of Anubis
The Temple of Anubis also stands alone on its own, like someone just laser-cut around the area, lifted it up, and placed it down onto this plot of land. It's jarring. Suspicious. He has nothing to work with though, only able to continue along with presuming this is all just some elaborate plot to get into his head.

The more he wanders around, flitting through the darkest shadows and corridors of the temple, the more real it all feels. It's unsettling. He entertains the thought of this all being real– but if it is, the coincidence of being brought to some place (another universe?) that reminds him too much of Overwatch is almost a little too ridiculous to consider.

Comments

[thewildflower]

The Temple of Anubis...it was an elegant name, of that much she was certain. If only her company was more elegant; she's barely begun talking to him, but with his state of dress and his first few words...well. Rebecca knows she's somewhat naive, so she vows to be a little careful.

"Ah...is that so? I wonder who it belongs to, then. Probably someone majestic."

She shrinks slightly when addressed like that.

"It's R...it's Bracer, actually," she corrects herself, protesting the word 'kid'. "I'm not looking for anything, really, I'm just looking around." But her voice wavers just a little.

[fantasmaniac]

He's about as elegant as a snarled thorn bush. All sharp corners and cinched waist, he cuts both an intimidating but rather comical figure that seems to draw in a strange mixture of awe and ridicule. Doesn't matter- he doesn't give a shit. Haters can go die for all he cares.

"Majestic." He repeats, with a generous amount of ire. It might not quite register with Rebecca, though, since she doesn't really know the relationship between him and the ex-members of Overwatch. It might be Fareeha. It might be Ana. Either of them could fit the bill, if he were to be totally candid.

The correction gets a slight downward tilt of his head, looking down at her. Fully turning himself so that he's coming towards her with purposeful strides, he chuckles under his breath. It's a deep, raspy sound, like he'd been smoking ten packs a week for the past year or so.

"Ever think something might coming looking for you? Danger usually finds itself preying upon unsuspecting victims."

Is that a threat?

[thewildflower]

Rebecca doesn't feel like Reaper is a man to be ridiculed. Someone who would wear the likeness of a skull on their face might have some ties to darkness. She's not familiar with shamanism or druidism, but...the vibe here is similar, she feels.

"Yes. That's what I said."

Rebecca has no idea what smoking ten packs a week would do to a person's voice, so Reaper's voice only sounds unnaturally raspy to her. It fits with his skull image, not that she's thrilled to admit it.

"I...I am not so naive to believe that I'm free from danger just because I'm aboard this 'ship,' sir."

At least she stands her ground and does her best not to wilt. She's a soldier, after all, she tells herself she can handle this.

[fantasmaniac]

Her resolve is commendable, if anything. Being an army guy himself, he can sense that strength about her. How cute. It almost makes him a little nostalgic for those days, but that's all it is- almost.

"At ease, soldier," he mutters, his ire only seeming to grow. Being called 'sir' used to puff up his ego, back when things like that mattered to him, but now it only served to make him feel bitter.

"And yet you demonstrated your naivety by striking up a conversation with a complete stranger wearing a skull mask. I was gonna say- you either got guts, or you're stupider than I give people credit for."

[thewildflower]

"Ah...how could you tell?"

She winces as soon as she says it. If he was teasing her, she just admitted to being one, not that it's something to be ashamed of. Still, her words were spoken too carelessly and she knows it. If someone accuses you of something, you don't answer with that sort of question.

But is it just her, or did the word 'sir' make him even angrier? Ah...some people are scary on the outside and nice on the inside, but she is feeling some pretty strong hints to follow 'judge a book by its cover' for a change.

She feels a strong urge to be sassy, but making this man angry is probably a bad idea. "I only thought...if you must know, that I was invading your personal space. I'm happy to not speak with you if that's something you're after." There's a little fire there in the end, as she admits she'd be happy to leave him be.

[fantasmaniac]

"Call it intuition."

He notices her wince, smirking under the mask at her slip-up. It's not really important and he sure as hell doesn't think it to be a source of shame, but learning she has a tendency to speak without thinking is an interesting tidbit.

"Nah, we can talk," he says, his voice transforming into a casual drawl. Giving her a hard time and he needs more information about this world before he goes around shooting things up. He ghosts towards her, his silent steps betraying just how heavy he looks.

"So Bracer-" a name that sounds all too similar to Tracer. Thankfully, it seems Rebecca is nothing like that peppy ball of energy. "Looks like you're new in town. These...Legionnaires– thoughts?"

[thewildflower]

"Right. Intuition, then."

A lucky guess, maybe? Or is he someone who can see the future, too? No, that can't be it, she certainly didn't plan on admitting it herself, so...she'll just have to accept it for what it is.

"Oh...alright. Yes, let's talk."

She'll try not to sound disappointed that she has to continue. And maybe Rebecca isn't peppy because she's dealing with a jerk, maybe Reaper should think about that.

"That's right. I'm new here, but...it's not really all that complicated." She crosses her arms as she speaks. Her eyes drift away, past Reaper for only a few seconds before she continues. "They told me my home world, as weird as it is to say that phrase, might be in danger. Helping them is the right thing to do."

[fantasmaniac]

Reaper likes to think his long years spent at the military would at least help him recognize the characteristics of a soldier. He'll never tell, though. Just keep her guessing, or whatever. He doesn't really care anymore.

He chuckles lowly. Even more reason to be more than OK with being a jerk; he couldn't handle all that pep. It'd just make him so trigger happy.

"So they say," he replies, in an obvious tone of mistrust. "Didn't even occur to you that they might just be messing with you? Bunch of aliens, telling you your planets gonna be blown away and basically give you the 'you do or you die' bullshit? Sounds suspicious."

Of course, in the event that it would be real, he could understand why someone would ultimately give-in and try to make the best of their shitty situation. Unfortunately, he doesn't believe it. Not yet.

[thewildflower]

"Of course I did! Where I'm from...it isn't anywhere like this, so I was cautious from the beginning."

She really doesn't like how he chuckles at her answer...but she's not a kid! She knows she's young, but it's not like she's rushing headfirst into things.

"But I don't think I made the wrong choice. If I'm going to learn more about this place for myself and can help people at the same time, I...I don't regret becoming a Legionnaire at all, sir." She can feel herself getting a little riled up, so she takes a deep breath. Maybe he can't understand helping people. That must be it. "If I'm going to get home, whether it's through fighting for it or not, I can at least be with others in the same situation."

[fantasmaniac]

Watching her become more agitated in his presence only makes him all the more calm, infuriatingly so. At least, that's the aim. He can understand these motivations, unfortunately for her, but it doesn't mean he agrees with them. He only sees the ugly side of humanity, overshadowing whatever good there is. It's always lurking behind every good deed.

"Hmmm, banding together against a common enemy. How noble." He nods slowly, arms folding across his chest. "But the road to hell is paved with good intentions, as they say. Feels like something good now, like this all means something, but when shit starts piling up... well, by then, it'll be too late."

It's vague. Again, infuriatingly so. But all he sees is just Overwatch on a larger scale, what they did to him, to everything he worked for up until then, and being on this so-called Legion World only made it hit closer to home than he would've liked.

[thewildflower]

"I think the road to hell is paved with inactivity," she interjects, adding her own personal philosophy. Not doing anything is how a world falls into war, how villages come to ruin, how families and nations alike are destroyed.

But as annoyed as she is, she can't deny Reaper has some points. There's no way to know everything about this place, even if she asks around. There's no guarantee she's ever being told the truth. She ends up shaking her head again.

"Alright, then, sir. What would you do? How do you plan on returning home?"

[fantasmaniac]

He almost chuckles at that. The road to hell is paved with a lot of things, aren't they?

There's a moment of pause, a bit heavy, uneasy. Not particular emotions he feels on his end, but it feels like the atmosphere overall. He tends to be a bit suffocating, if anything. That much he knows. Not that he cares.

"Working on it."

Relinquishing too much information about his plans to what he thinks could possibly be an AI construct doesn't seem wise. He could probably throw a bone though, see how she reacts. Sometimes programs can give themselves away in the way they answer- being too logical, or lack of emotion, things like that...

"Maybe I'll just kill anyone who gets in my way, then find a rocket ship."

His solution drips with mirth, like one could practically feel the way he rolls his eyes when he says it. Though he wouldn't be against killing anyone who gets in his way, he knows better than that. If this place is definitely 100% real, it's more than likely he'll hang low and keep out of trouble to formulate a plan, then make his move.

[thewildflower]

"You are?"

There she goes again, wearing her emotions too readily on her sleeve. She has every reason to sound incredulous because Reaper is the textbook definition of creepy and unhelpful at the moment. She shakes her head, trying to reaffirm herself a little.

"I hate to disappoint you, but I'm afraid I don't know what a rocketship is, exactly."

And then her gut twists just a little, muscles getting a bit more tense.

"And...and I have no intention of letting you kill me. I have abilities, too, you know. I'm not as defenseless as you think I am."

[fantasmaniac]

Well, at least he can start to cross off 'definitely an AI' off the list. The likelihood of it seems rather low, just from her answers alone. Doesn't know what a rocketship is? Yeah, seems like a really strange piece of information to omit from their memory bank.

He cants his head slowly, a rasping chuckle coming from somewhere beneath the mask.

"You're not even worth the time."

He turns away from her, feeling like this was probably a good stopping point. At least he gathered some information from her. Even if the exchange was anything but riveting, it's not like he's here to engage in meaningful conversations. If he ever did that at all...

[thewildflower]

Rebecca isn't crossing anything off any lists, but she has a few ideas about what kind of person Reaper is from that brief interaction alone. He's definitely dangerous. Maybe she should tell others about him? But if he's lost in this place, too...isn't that unfair?

She doesn't know. By the time she makes up her mind, at least Sir Wash will have made the decision for her.

She still shrinks at "not worth the time," but her stance relaxes as he starts to stride off. A few sassy, very biting remarks come to mind, but she decides to hold onto them instead of risking angering him.

"Ah...I...fare well, then."

But all she does is stand there until he's walked far enough away that she's confident she can turn her back and walk the opposite way. That's enough of habitat checking for today, she thinks.