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[mylawn]

Who| 76, Reaper
What| a nice chat
Where| That part of the Hab deck that is the flaming wreckage of Overwatch's Swiss HQ because SOME OF US are just extra
When| Sometime after the whole Windowmaker kerfuffle
Warnings/Notes| mean old men who are not nice to each other

Jack has to take care of a few things before he can go after Reaper--mainly, making sure that Tracer gets out of her fight unscathed, stowing Widow's Kiss somewhere safe, and acting like he's none the wiser about the whole thing. Once that's done, he's free to comb the habitat deck in search of his nemesis, something he hasn't actually done before

It's not difficult to tell which one is Reaper's. He'd recognize the pieces of this particular building anywhere--Jack had pulled himself out of it, in a former life.

"I know you're here."

Because, really, who else would make this biome? Only one person could possibly be this petty.

He stalks out into the open clearing of rubble (stepping over the chalk art), pulse rifle in hand and at the ready in case Reaper thinks it's a good idea to try and sneak up on him. It's most certainly not safe, to expose himself in Reaper's territory like this, but Jack isn't in the mood for games, and he makes that abundantly clear right off the bat.

"We need to talk."

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[fantasmaniac]

This is one of the main reasons he didn't like sticking around Jack after becoming Reaper. It made it that much easier to fall into step with their usual patterns, even if he didn't mean for it to happen. He definitely knew, the moment they 'teamed up' on Murderworld, or whatever that was, that this was going to be a reoccurring theme. It didn't bother him as much at first, he staved off the gnawing feeling inside with thoughts of simply killing him off the first chance he got. But when that option started seeming less likely and nigh impossible to pull off, he could feel it.

It's the start of something grating, not quite eating him up (yet), but persistent all the same. That nagging feeling that Jack is trying to cover up how hard he's trying to get him to confess— not just his plans, but everything else along with it.

"You'll get your answers one of these days, so how about you just get away from me?"

It's almost like a joke, the slight lilt of amusement mixed with his obvious disdain for this situation giving him away. But with that little jab, he turns to go should Jack have no other objections.

[mylawn]

He can feel it—the way he gets under Reyes’ skin, the testiness to his voice. Reaper wants him to go, and hell, Jack wants to go too, but now that he knows he’s a nuisance, he’s not going to give in so easily. It’s petty, sure, but he thinks he’s allowed this much, after what Reyes did to him.

What they did to each other, maybe. He can’t sort it out because there are still too many missing pieces of the puzzle.

“That’d be giving you what you want.”

Jack has to keep digging, no matter how much it hurts them both in the end. He wonders if he doesn’t need to try a different approach, though he’s not sure he has anything to offer that Reyes doesn’t already know. For now, it seems like he’s pushed all he could.

“This isn’t over.”

He imagines it won’t be until one of them is dead.

[fantasmaniac]

A tired, hollow laugh follows, like he knew all of this already. He knows what Jack is going to say, that he'd never give him the satisfaction of being right, or satisfied— at least not until Jack is too, an equal exchange at the very least. He'll keep digging, and Reaper will have to keep dodging him or shrugging him off to avoid getting into a much more serious fight than just words being flung around.

It'll feel good to have a proper fight again.

"I know," he says, looking over his shoulder. "Looking forward to next time. Nice talk, Jack."

Said in a tone that's clearly not looking forward to next time. With that, ghosts off the premise, making sure not to head towards Sombra's biome anytime soon tonight.