vata: (Los Muertos 4)
Sombra ([personal profile] vata) wrote in [community profile] legionworld2017-06-03 10:53 am

[OPEN] You're Out of Touch

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 [plurk.com profile] ladyavali for specific plotting!]

agnominal: DNT (28)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-06-23 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Almost as though relationships are defined by one's usefulness in the situation.

[ Which just confirmed the quip he'd made to start with, and solidified his need to feel a little wary around her. But a second later he was drinking again, all the same. ]

Is there a point to reapplying all that make-up now?
goddamngrenades: (what you say)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-06-23 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
And that's not a toxic mentality at all. [ The sarcasm is thick in this one- but he does roll up enough to squint at her. That's... been there, done that, and again. Puts their relationship in a very particular light that makes him, if not question it, reevaluate how he feels about it. At least in the moment.

Maybe it's more than that now.

Maybe it's less.

He won't know until she's her again. ]


Don't blame a lady for try'n to look fierce, Sam.
agnominal: DNT (17)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-06-25 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
You don't look dead to me.

[ Wryly remarked behind the bottle before it lowers, Sam now taking full stock of her all over again. A gimmick of the gang, perhaps, something to invoke the feeling of being more important or more invincible than the others.

He didn't see a dead girl. He saw a hard, vicious little thing who'd carved herself a life out of the slums, like so many he'd seen growing up. ]
goddamngrenades: (it's easier to tease)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-06-25 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
You haven't seen her hung over. [ a beat. ] Actually, you have. I think. I was kinda hung over too.

[ He rolls over for a moment, braced on his elbows to stretch and half burrow into warm sand, beer cold in his fingers. It's all familiar except for them- even then it's not all that too off the regular vibe. She's got more teeth, Sam's more sarcastic, he's...being the calm, rational one.

Up till something shifts along his skin- ragged scars melting into taut, unblemished skin, the bulk of him pared down to whipcord muscle starkly defined beneath. Hair shaggy, limbs loose- and when he rolls over to kick off his jeans? Both eyes, no facial scar, but none of that reserved bearing Sgt. Murray held so tightly. ]


We bust'n out the tequila or what, pretty lady? [ Because clearly that's what's going on here. Him hanging out with two pretty locals while on leave. ]
agnominal: DNT (17)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-06-27 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well that's...something.

He hasn't seen the transformation happen in front of his very eyes before, but result is startling. Like he hadn't seen him clearly before, or noticed very specific details about him, only to just now realize. Except that he had been studying him before, he knew what he looked like.

The posture, the slur to his voice? All different. He exchanges a look with Sombra before tilting a brow quizzically. ]


...Taylor?

[ He's not sure whether to be alarmed or simply puzzled. ]
goddamngrenades: (liplick of sexy)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-06-27 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
York. [ He corrects, offhand and easy. ] Special Agent New York of a very secret and clandestine little operation meant to save the goddamn galaxy. I told you that, right?

[ They seem familiar, shades of them, but he can't quite place it beyond attractive and present and staring. If he thinks on it long enough it'll click but he's got the beginnings of a buzz going and reason enough to not want to think too hard. It's leave. Leave isn't for thinking, it's for drinking. ]

But you- [ Propped on one elbow, smile curved and sweetly sharp. His eyes drag over both of them in all of a moment, finishing on Sam's eyes as he licks his lips, biting the bottom. ] Can call me whatever you want.
Edited 2017-06-27 06:57 (UTC)
agnominal: (9)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-07-14 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Um.

[ This has been an abrupt left turn, off the road, into a cornfield, never to be seen again. He feels something stick in his throat at that look and glances briefly towards Sombra, with a look that says he might be looking for help with this.

Instead, he just reaches for another drink, rather than occupy himself with words. His eyes still look just a little too wide, however. ]
goddamngrenades: (heh heh wat)

Phone tag means prose

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-14 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"How 'bout you, bonita?" York's gaze slips over to the lovely, brightly painted lady at his elbow. "Body shots? I don't bite without permission. Promise."

It's too easy to list in her direction, all lean and fine and simmering with a specific kind of hunger. He's out have a good time. Help him make this fun for all of them.
agnominal: DNT (50)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-07-14 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he stays quiet, they'll focus on each other, yes? Yes. That sounds like a plan.

Because he doesn't want their eyes on him, he doesn't know what he'd even do with that kind of attention, but...he's a little curious. He wouldn't mind seeing what happens. But that's just the awkward voyeur in him talking, or maybe the drink, and he quietly takes another swig while trying not to move too much at all. ]
goddamngrenades: (imma swan princess)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-14 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Ladies choice. Besides, maybe if we play nice your pretty friend won't feel so shy?" Because HE is interested in both of them. Very much so. Easy as anything he tips his head back, baring his throat and chest for her inspection.
agnominal: DNT (pic#11061903)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-07-14 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ He goes absolutely still at that, eyes flickering between the two of them.

Taylor had said they were friends, all three of them, when they were themselves. What that entailed, how this might tamper with however things were normally, he couldn't begin to guess. All he knows is that the feral look in Sombra's eyes has him looking away almost immediately, gaze darting towards the sand. ]


I, ah.

[ Oh yes. Well spoken, Sam. Excellent rebuttal. ]
goddamngrenades: (fine i'm listening)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-14 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
If he's comfortable with it. No fun if he's all twitchy.

[ He turns to lean in close to Sam, eyes trailing over his face, flicking to his lips. Gauging his posture, his wide eyes and aww. He is pretty shy. It should make him feel worse about trying to drag him into this. ]

It'll be fun. And neither of us will bite. Promise.
agnominal: DNT (42)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-07-21 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the 'probably' that has his jaw setting, the shyness flickering away. Oh, she's trying to scare him on purpose now, and he's having none of it. ]

I'm fine with it.

[ His gaze darts towards York with a firm nod. Alright, so they're doing this. He has no idea how to even start to go about this, but if it means showing Sombra he's not spooked by her, he's not backing down. ]
goddamngrenades: (cuz i am lately lonely)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-21 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright then- gimme the bottle. Pretty boy? You need to lie down and lose the shirt.

[ Be comfy and topless like him- it's warm, it's not terribly windy, it's humid- it's perfect for this. ]
agnominal: (7)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-07-22 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's staring at Sombra almost defiantly when he reaches for the hem of his shirt, peeling it off with relatively little trouble. No scars. No marks from a war he hasn't seen yet, though there's a natural tone there from working physical jobs to help his family.

Not the thing to think of at the moment, with Taylor -- York -- nearby and watching, and Sombra eyeing him like she's debating taking a bite out of him. Lying down seems contrary to every instinct he has, but he exhales hard, nostrils flaring, and settles himself back just the same. ]
goddamngrenades: (both keep me pinned)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-22 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Chest, throat, or belly? Your body, your call.

[ York's hand snakes out to catch the back of Sam's head, guiding him down gently into the sand. An action that's somewhat at odds with the predatory cast of his smirk, the appreciative glint in his eyes. ]
agnominal: DNT (53)

[personal profile] agnominal 2017-07-22 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Chest is going to be messy. Belly...no. Don't want to risk it tickling and twitching at the wrong moment. ]

Throat.

[ There's a nice little dip in the hollow of his throat that...could work. He's never actually done this before, but if he stays still and trusts York's hands, it should work.

Right? ]

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