A SOLDIER I WILL BE

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Who| Tracer and Widowmaker
What| Lena's gonna do a hit
Where| Observation Deck
When| After this disaster
Warnings/Notes| Probably none

[The sound of her pings could be heard from a good distance down the hall. Lena was taking no chances in terms of how fast she needed to find Widowmaker -- she'd already checked the Mess Hall, from where she had transmitted, and found nothing. Then it was a matter of checking every public area that she could find. The Observation Deck is her first instinct. A good one, as it turns out.

She appears in a blink of blue right at the exit ramp, sans guns due to how fast she had forced herself to accelerate. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she is visibly angry. Their last encounter hadn't gone the way she'd wanted it to. At the time, overcome with grief and the inability to understand, she had given Widowmaker her out.

She'd have to go through her, this time.]

Everyone else might have bought your act, but you're not gettin' away with it this time.

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[araignee_du_soir]

[Such a lack of stealth. Widowmaker was more than prepared for Tracer's arrival, having given her visor to a friend to hold onto just to keep it from being damaged. Widow's Kiss was resting against the rail next to the sniper, but she moved far enough away from it that it wasn't in immediate reach. Let anyone that came upon this see that she was unarmed.

And if Tracer drew her guns, the rifle was a quick grab with her grapple hook away.

Arms crossed over her chest, looking unmoved by all that delicious anger rolling off Tracer, Widowmaker raised her eyebrows at that greeting.]

And what would you know about my agenda? It is not as though it was my choice to be brought here.

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Don't try playin' innocent.

[She saw her talking to Reaper not long after she'd run off to hunt her down. Tracer talks her walk down the gangway at a leisurely pace, given the fact that she would need her accelerator charges in case Widowmaker tried to reach for her gun first.]

You're right -- I don't know your agenda. But I do know that you killed an innocent man over nothin' at all. And you're not going to get away with it.

[There's a quick ping as she closes the distance with the intent of throwing a punch directly to the other woman's face.]

[araignee_du_soir]

An innocent man? That is rich, coming from one who hunted down and killed omnic leaders, whose countrymen refuse to give omnics basic rights--

[It was odd, how in the moment, Widowmaker had a strong feeling that she could avoid the punch even with the sudden movement of Tracer's accelerator with her increased reflexes. Or perhaps it was simply that she was expecting it. Food for thought another day as Widowmaker made absolutely no effort to avoid the blow or even try to defend herself other than turn her head just enough that it caught her on the jaw instead of the cheek.

Her head snapped back from the force, bottom lip splitting enough for blood to well up - red in color. She worked her jaw a moment, pale eyes not leaving Tracer's face one moment, before she spoke.]

How little you truly know...

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[Already still furious to hear her continue to debase Mondatta, the talk of Great Britian's resistance to omnic rights is more than enough to encourage her to attack again.

Overwatch was a different organization during the Omnic Crisis -- the world was a different place after it.]

You're trying to compare aggressive God programs to Shambali monks!

[She's already in the midst of kicking her in the stomach to knock her back before she realizes that Widowmaker doesn't seem to be attempting to defend herself. She hesitates, keeping her fight-ready stance and holding her eyes on Widow's Kiss.]

If you think you know so much, then tell me!

[araignee_du_soir]

Are you certain they are so different? One tried with vinegar. The other with honey. The end result will be the same. One just got smarter. Adapted.

[A hard exhale of air came from Widowmaker as she let the kick land solidly, knocking the wind from her. It made her stumble back into the rail as she made no move to catch herself until she contacted the rail. Then a hand went to steady herself, fingers wrapping around it and not a flicker of movement toward her rifle. Even if the idea of shooting Tracer right between the eyes was entertaining.]

Talon secrets are not for your ears. [And rarely hers. She sucked in another breath.]

It must keep you up at night: knowing you chose your own life over an 'innocent'.

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No it won't! That kind of attitude is--

[It's why England is the way it is.

She knows what Widowmaker is trying to do. Its working. Lena is practically vibrating with anger, her knuckles flecked with blood from the hit to her jaw. If she weren't hovering just a few feet away, she'd be pacing the catwalk.

If she let this escalate, was she any better than Widowmaker?]

Why did you kill 'im?

[araignee_du_soir]

[Just a little bit more. Tracer had almost fully entwined herself in the silken strands of emotional web that Widowmaker had laid out for the woman to hang herself with. Now to see if she can raw her in just enough. That question was perfect, for few things stung harder than the truth. If Tracer craved it so much, and no Talon secrets would be revealed, who was she to withhold it?]

Is it not obvious, ma chérie d'amour? Listen carefully, for I will only say this once. [Widowmaker leaned forward as though imparting a great secret.]

I was ordered to.

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[Tracer blinks, full of innocent confusion, unable to understand such a complete lack of moral center. Omnic or not, Tekhartha Mondatta was a preacher, and never would have dreamed of lifting a weapon to anyone even if he'd had them stored in his chassis.

Her fists continue to shake with anger. What could Talon have wanted with his death? And now indoctrinated does a human have to be to murder a pacifist just because someone told them to?

She flinches just a half step backwards, speaking through gritted teeth.]

You're a monster.

[araignee_du_soir]

Perhaps I am.

[She considered herself a weapon over a monster - she didn't kill the children at the museum despite how easy it would have been and how their deaths would have changed the outcome of that failed mission - but she wasn't going to argue the point.]

Do you wish you had taken the bullet for the omnic now, Lena?

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Its Tracer.

[Her reaction is predictable. There's a momentary sound of her accelerator winding up as she dashes forward full force into Widowmaker to knock them both to the edge of the platform. Then, as soon as they reach it, she's gone again in reverse to appear beside Widow's Kiss again.

She has no idea how to hold or use it, but she has no interest in using it -- just in getting it as far away from Widowmaker as possible.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[So predictable. Widowmaker would find how easy this all was sad if she was capable of feeling it.

Again, there was no attempt made to defend herself when that accelerator went off and Tracer barreled into her. Back she went, right hand subtly catching herself on her busted lip again to break any clotting so fresh blood dripped a bit down her chin, and let out a grunt as she hit the rail.

Hand steadying herself so she wouldn't fall, she tried to track where Tracer had gone to find the woman at her Widow's Kiss. Her precious rifle was in the hands of an enemy. The fingers of her left hand curled in, instinctively preparing to use her grappling hook to stop this, but she let herself be too slow to stop Tracer from taking the weapon.

Eyes narrowing just a bit, Widowmaker resisted the urge to retaliate and reclaim her arms. She would let Tracer become what she had declared Widowmaker as - a thief. In this instance, even a moment of retaliation would unravel the web she had weaved.]

Widow's Kiss is not yours to take.

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Mondatta's life wasn't your's to take. And you're not 'bout to take anyone else's either, if I've got anythin' to say about it.

[She's got her prize -- its better than nothing, though some part of her is frustrated by the fact that Widowmaker refused to fight her in turn. It takes using her knees, but the rifle is shouldered and her anger is compartmentalized in favor of making a gesture toward the other woman -- glancing down the scope of her fingergun.

She's offered a smirk (all teeth), and a wink behind her goggles.]

Cheers, love.

[Another ping of blue, and she absconds with Widow's Kiss in tow.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[As if she needed Widow's Kiss to kill. How foolish of an idea that taking her rifle would stop her if she was required to take a life.

Tracer gave her plenty of time to use her grappling hook, but once again she chose to do nothing. Almost. She did fix the other woman with those unnaturally pale eyes of hers, expression not even twitching at the glib manner in which Tracer made her exit. Unlike the other, she was unmoved by taunting. She'd get Widow's Kiss back, one way or another.

And though Widowmaker didn't kill for the sake of personal pleasure, one day she would make an exception for Lena Oxton.]