[OPEN] You're Out of Touch

[vata]

Who| Sombra and you!
What| there's a small gang member roaming Legion World and causing trouble
Where| everywhere on Legion World
When| eh
Warnings/Notes| NA

I: QIÉN ES SOMBRA

[There's something amiss in Legion World— aside from the obvious hiccups in general time. A bright splash of phosphorescent green and pink, flitting in and out of public space. Eventually the little streak of color slows to a halt: runs clawed fingers across pristine walls, over statues and murals and statues without reverence, just an abundance of fixed curiosity, as though it's all so new.

And for her, it really is.

Across her face, glowing body paint cuts the shape of a stylized skull, making otherwise young features look decidedly more vicious. A notion that's punctuated by her predatory posture and the gun resting openly at her hip.

In front of a heroic depiction of the Legion's finest, she snorts to herself, quietly:]

Where the hell am I?

II: TAGGED TURF

[Graffiti. There's a lot of it, all over the less-used Legion World hallways— and the statues, and occasionally the floors. Variations of 'Tierra de Los Muertos' or 'Sombra', and a few iterations of the telltale skull pattern painted across her cheeks. Where she got the paint is anyone's guess, but she's putting it to good use while she can.

After all, why would anyone even waste their time trying to stop her?]

III: WILDCARD

[ooc: Want something different? Let's make it happen! Feel free to go ahead and place your character anywhere on Legion World and I'll have Sombra fill in— or message me on plurk at ladyavali for specific plotting!]

Comments

[araignee_du_soir]

[The way Sombra slowly drew closer, as if maybe she moved slow enough it wouldn't be noticed, spoke volumes to Widowmaker. Others might be worried about the closing space between them with that SMG in Sombra's hand, but Widowmaker wasn't afraid - and that wasn't simply because she was incapable of feeling fear. She knew despite the posturing, the growling and scrabbling for scraps, the woman would not fire upon her again.]

Command is currently compromised. I am acting independently.

[vata]

Command. [Sombra repeats, already thinking through the obvious options. Legion command is compromised— she's seen the proof of it herself on the network and every worried response that followed— but if this....woman is part of it, acting on their behalf, why would she attack her own people? Why would she defend Sombra? Why tail her at all?

That can't be it.]

I don't need your help. Or theirs.

[The only assistance she's ever directly relied on is her own, end of story.] Stay away from me, or I'll make you regret it.

Got it?

[araignee_du_soir]

[Masked by the visor, Widowmaker rolled her eyes at that response. It was easy to figure out where Sombra's thoughts had taken her.]

I do not refer to the Legion, Sombra. There are others that operate here. [She dropped the energy rifle and tucked the energy core into her field pouch.] Even if Command was not compromised, I would still be here.

You are a higher priority.

[vata]

Then maybe you should listen to your 'higher priority' when she tells you to back off.

[Her tongue clicks against the back of her teeth, sharp. Sharp as the rest of her, apparently, even without being seen.]

Next time, I won't be so nice.

[And with that— certain she can hide via her own camouflage (as though she hasn't already been thoroughly tracked)— Sombra disappears from immediate sight, invisible to everyone...except Widowmaker herself, apparently, darting off the way she'd come in search of somewhere else to hunker down. Somewhere less likely to attract prying eyes.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[Widowmaker doesn't move when Sombra activated her camouflage; there was no need when her many 'eyes' could follow her without turning her head. A moment later, she drew in a hissing breath.]

Tu as d'la chance je vous aime bien, Sombra.

[Or she would break that inflated ego down by showing Sombra just how outclassed she was in her younger state. But for now, she would disappear into the shadows, continuing to watch and protect her target. Until she reverted to normal.

Would Sombra even remember what happened when she was Los Muertos again?]