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legionworld2017-03-18 07:53 pm
araignee_du_soir) wrote in legionworld2017-03-18 07:53 pm
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There's a fine line between fishing...
Who| Widowmaker and Parker
What| A request meetup
Where| In the vent system
When| Late night after this happened.
Warnings/Notes| none expected
It wasn't long after her confrontation with Tracer that Widowmaker had been able to meet up with her Talon comrades to get the things she needed. Widow's Kiss was gone (for the moment), but with her visor back on her head, she felt as complete as she could without her fangs. Her thoughts turned toward the meeting she needed to arrange with the leader of the Legion's covert ops team.
What an odd way to get a meeting, taking the stack of currency Reaper had provided her - a respectable amount - and a small bar of dark chocolate, adding a handwritten note, then hanging it all from a string inside one of the vents. Hopefully, this would work.
***
Mademoiselle Parker,
As one new to the Legion with a particular skill set, I have been directed to speak with you regarding the unit you command. I hope these gifts find you well. Should you have the time to meet with me tonight, I will be located at the large vertical t-junction within these vents near Engineering at [specific coordinates] until the Witching Hour.
Sincerely,
Amélie Lacroix
Widowmaker
***
While Widowmaker waited to see if she'd successfully caught herself a covert ops leader (and testing said leader's skills in the process), she hung upside down in the vent shaft, her grappling hook wound about her one leg in just the right way to control her position and stability. She had made many a shot from such a position, but it was practice that kept her sharp. And, after the day she'd had, the soothing silence of no people around was a blessing.
Extending her arms out, she stretched and closed her eyes before a brief wetting of her bottom lip reminded her that while it was no longer bleeding, it was still split from Tracer's punch. Such a minor injury was nothing she would waste a doctor's time on. She'd wear it like a badge for the moment. Lowering her visor to activate the infra-vision, she scanned the area to see if she could detect Parker's approach - assuming the woman would come at all.
But Widowmaker was a patient woman.
What| A request meetup
Where| In the vent system
When| Late night after this happened.
Warnings/Notes| none expected
It wasn't long after her confrontation with Tracer that Widowmaker had been able to meet up with her Talon comrades to get the things she needed. Widow's Kiss was gone (for the moment), but with her visor back on her head, she felt as complete as she could without her fangs. Her thoughts turned toward the meeting she needed to arrange with the leader of the Legion's covert ops team.
What an odd way to get a meeting, taking the stack of currency Reaper had provided her - a respectable amount - and a small bar of dark chocolate, adding a handwritten note, then hanging it all from a string inside one of the vents. Hopefully, this would work.
Mademoiselle Parker,
As one new to the Legion with a particular skill set, I have been directed to speak with you regarding the unit you command. I hope these gifts find you well. Should you have the time to meet with me tonight, I will be located at the large vertical t-junction within these vents near Engineering at [specific coordinates] until the Witching Hour.
Sincerely,
Amélie Lacroix
Widowmaker
While Widowmaker waited to see if she'd successfully caught herself a covert ops leader (and testing said leader's skills in the process), she hung upside down in the vent shaft, her grappling hook wound about her one leg in just the right way to control her position and stability. She had made many a shot from such a position, but it was practice that kept her sharp. And, after the day she'd had, the soothing silence of no people around was a blessing.
Extending her arms out, she stretched and closed her eyes before a brief wetting of her bottom lip reminded her that while it was no longer bleeding, it was still split from Tracer's punch. Such a minor injury was nothing she would waste a doctor's time on. She'd wear it like a badge for the moment. Lowering her visor to activate the infra-vision, she scanned the area to see if she could detect Parker's approach - assuming the woman would come at all.
But Widowmaker was a patient woman.