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legionworld2016-09-08 01:44 am
fantasmaniac) wrote in legionworld2016-09-08 01:44 am
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pick my brain all you want
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.
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.
▶▶▶
[ 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.
all pointed at reaper
"An alternate universe," he repeats, rolling that phrase around in his mouth. "What makes you assume this isn't some fever dream or a trap?"
He's special that way
"Because unlike you, my senses haven't dulled."
A sniper--even a one-eyed sniper--trusted their sense of vision above anything else. She'd know instantly if anything seemed off. Still, she wasn't one to rule out an extremely high quality simulation, so she did a lot of digging around on her own to satisfy her own worries.
She'd toss over her datapad filled with evidence, but she wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't use the opportunity to take some potshots at her when her position was revealed.
"So then, speaking hypothetically--" she spoke through gritted teeth, praying Reaper didn't keep dancing around the question because man, it was getting on her nerves. "--assuming all of this is real, what are you going to do?"
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He can hear the irritation in her tone growing, and something about that feels all the more satisfying. She's always been a patient type, like snipers are, but he knows that he an be a handful- even for her.
"Hmmm..." He hums then pauses, his tone comically thoughtful despite not moving a single muscle. It sounds annoyingly flippant, he knows, and he can just see Ana throwing her hands up in frustration as she finally decides to pull the trigger on him.
"Guess I don't have much of a damn choice, do I? Stick it out until this shit is resolved. What's the point of anything if the universe we live in gets blown to fucking smithereens?" Or eaten, or whatever. Details.
Though, in the end, he does give a surprisingly candid answer.
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"A better answer than I'd expected, I'll admit."
Her voice is coming from somewhere else now, though still hard to pinpoint. While Reaper was trying to annoy Ana by taking his time answering, she'd left him a little something where she'd been standing: her datapad filled with all the evidence she'd gathered regarding the Legion and Chronoblivion. She also wasn't stupid, so she'd moved before speaking again, still keeping her aim trained on him.
"Twenty-five paces to your six. Left you a present."
Reaper might realize that she won't shoot him if he moves for it. After all, she already had him at a disadvantage, so if she wanted to shoot him she would have already.
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Picking up the the pad, he looks around briefly before glancing down at it. He only reads a couple of lines to get an idea of what this is 'present' is, before he makes a light scoffing sound.
"Hate to admit it, but you've always been the more...perceptive one of the bunch."
Which is to say, if she has all this information and is presenting it as such, then there's some definite merit to it. But it's also possible that this simulation might have these actions programmed into it, to try and present this information as real. It's... a little too far-fetched for even his tastes, but he can't rule out the possibility 100%. If anything, he'll certainly consider this 'real' until he can prove that it's not. Definitely easier that way and safer.
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With Reaper finally coming to terms that things may actually be what they seem, Ana delivers an ultimatum.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you either way, but if you promise to play nice, I won't bother you any more than I have to."
Honestly, she'd rather have the Legion lock him away, but she wasn't entirely sure if they could securely keep him. Besides, with a threat as big as Chronoblivion, they'd probably need someone with his particular skills and abilities sooner or later.
Regardless of how she feels about it, it seems like they'd be working together, just like old times.
Well, not entirely like old times.
"What do you say?"
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Play nice. He's not entirely sure he could manage that, especially if he has to see Jack. Also there's no promises when it comes to Reinhardt. Hell, Reinhardt may as well initiate the fight before he does.
"Hn, we'll see."
But there's a certain resigned sound to his answer, which means he's probably thinking about taking the oath sooner or later. There's still a part of him that wants the authorities to try their worst... but Ana doesn't have to know that. If anything, she'll meddle, and she'll succeed, and it'll just be extra annoying to deal with later down the line.
He keeps the datapad, and ghosts away from the spot, working his way towards the edge of the area where the illusion of his home planet ends.
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She didn't follow after him as he vanished, just watching as he left. She merely sat down against a nearby wall, considering what had just transpired.
Now that she knew he was here, she could keep track of him by consulting Legion security, and she knew he wasn't so entirely stupid that he'd just go around causing trouble, at least not immediately...right?
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