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Who| Gabriel Reyes & You
What| A Commander Finds Himself on the Moon
Where| Mess Hall > Remnants of Swiss HQ > Wildcard*
When| The thick of Time Ripples

[ Note: Reaper is now unrecognizable without his Edgelord gear, but he still dual wields shotguns. His voice is also very different. ]

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The mess hall is a scene he's familiar with, most of his adult life practically revolved around the camaraderie forged in a packed room of tables and smell of food. Even if it was just slop, or something surprisingly tasty, people bonded over it and was one of the few places soldiers could relax. Hell, even he sometimes found it relaxing. He knows this and yet, the scene before him feels extremely strange. Mostly because there's a lot of people that look like aliens.

It's starting to feel like he's in some sort of fever dream. Maybe he's picked up one two many comic books off the tables in the mess halls, and after one night on a mission of working himself down to the bone, he nodded off....something happened, and this was the result.

"For once, I can't blame the stupid cowboy. He never was much into aliens."

At least, as far as he knew. The kid could be pretty transparent with his hobbies though, so he doubts that's a secret he'd be hiding.

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Swiss HQ is a place he's seen before, though he hasn't really set foot there. He can also recognize a style of architecture (should he become used to it enough), and of course the logo sitting in shambles, which is what makes this discovery all the more disconcerting.

"Shit— is this a threat?!" He speaks to nobody, but mutters sharply under his breath. "Who are these Legionnaires? What the fuck is their deal?"

Someone will have to explain to him that this is a biome, made by his own free will, but be prepared for a face full of angry spitting and fingers being pointed in your face if you insinuate that he had done this...

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Gabriel likes to remain behind the scenes, and knows the importance of being out of sight when trying to conduct an investigation of unknown surroundings/situations. He won't be out and about that freely, so if there's a situation you want to play out, hit me up on Plurk(@hanshi)! We can hash out a location and go on from there, it's much easier to bring Gabe to a social situation than Reaper sOOOOOOO!!!!

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Lena's already faintly aware that something's not quite right in the grand scheme of things -- its hard not to be hyper aware after that. She's equipped head-to-toe in her most recognizable strike team gear, colored appropriately. Maybe she was spending too much time around Jack after all, letting her paranoia get to her. Talk of time ripples could mean an attack was imminent. After all, it wasn't like they hadn't been attacked as a group before. But what sort of creature could manipulate time?

Other than her, of course.

That thought settles her enough to remind her that she hadn't actually eaten today. Of course, that was probably why she was so on edge. The trip to the mess hall is uneventful, but nothing can prepare her for spotting a familiar black beanie seated alone at a table. The sight of Commander Reyes' face causes her heart to drop into her stomach, almost enough to force her to rewind back into the hallway.

No. She had to be seeing things.

"C-commander Reyes?" is instinctive, even after a few years out of active duty. Were it not for the difference in height, the extra smudge of freckles, and the sharpness of her chin, she might almost pass for her younger self.

Don't be daft. That's Reaper. It had to be.

Trying to piece together a situation that feels like a dream (and was quickly proven to not be a dream) is a bit exhausting, even for someone like Commander Reyes. As he sits and tries to observe the people chatting and eating, some showing off bizarre powers but otherwise being harmless, he hears the halting sound of Oxton's voice from behind.

He double takes, as much as he tries not to, getting up slowly as he squints in her general direction. His guns are set within arm's reach, naturally, but he approaches her. Despite how casual and confident his steps are, if one wasn't too busy being surprised by his presence as it is, they might be able to sense his caution.

"You're here too, Oxton."

Stated like a fact rather than a question. During the time he expects her to react to it, he takes a brief moment to look over her current state. Donning her strike team gear, she still looks like the same, recognizable, fresh-faced cadet. Something is different about her, though, that much he can tell and is the main source of his unease.

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Her mouth opens, and then closes again. Should she tell him? Should she act as if she hasn't the faintest idea what's going on? Should she just -- leave? The combination of questions leaves her standing stock still, like a deer in the headlights, for a touch longer than is probably natural.

"Y-yeah," she finally settles on, clearing her throat. It doesn't take a space gorilla scientist to recognize that he is suspicious. After all, from what she remembered of her silver-tongued black ops commander, he was always a touch suspicious. A little too distant to really get to know.

She doesn't expect this to be any different.

"Been 'round for a tick," she admits, lacking confidence in her ability to lie about the Legion itself. Something twists in her chest before she follows with: "With Ja--Commander Morrison, before they sent 'im off."

Maybe it was better that Jack was away. She isn't sure how he'd handle seeing his colleague again, like this. By the time she had come along, she could already feel the tensions running high between them.

That look she's giving him is both a mite irritating and concerning all at once. She seems way more surprised at seeing him than he is seeing her, but he tucks away that bit of observant knowledge away for later. At least she answers him before he can let out a gruff sound of impatience, continuing to watch her with sharp eyes that betray his calm posture.

Morrison, too, huh? He wonders where they sent him off, and who 'they' are specifically. Can't really imagine Morrison taking orders from some alien nobodies that he has no allegiance to unless they threatened him. Or, perhaps, he and Lena were here long enough to muster up a little trust for their 'kidnappers'. Yeah, that's what he'll call the Legionnaires from here on out. At least until he gets a better picture of their situation.

"Yeah? How long?"

Fareeha is making the best of this odd situation she's found herself in, and while she's still trying to be on her guard and remember everything she was taught about self defense and keeping an eye out for people who might do harm, she does still miss her extended family and being around a bustle of familiar people.

Which is why seeing Gabriel through the alien crowd is such an important moment. She shoves her tray on the nearest table and goes barreling at him, sliding to a halt to throw up a quick salute.

"Gabriel! Fareeha Amari, reporting for duty!" She can't stop smiling, though, she's just happy to see a familiar face.

He doesn't really have much time to think about how bizarre it is that all these people he knew were also dragged here with them. It only strengthens his suspicions about the Legionnaires. Very possible kidnapping? Fareeha's voice strikes a bit of worry in him, as he blinks down at her, eyes wide.

"At ease, soldier." He catches himself quickly enough to maintain his usual rapport with Amari's kid. Speaking of which...

"Where's your mother?"

If Fareeha is here, then she has to be close by, right? Unless for some unexplained reason, they decided just to take the tactically disadvantageous kid as a super hero stand-in (yeah, he got the memo from asking some employees and putting 2+2 together) and left their superstar sniper behind. Sounds like the actions of a kidnapping/ransom situation, if you ask him.

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Fareeha drops her salute and shifts uncomfortably,

"I don't know. You're the first person I've recognized." She'd thought it was a kidnapping as well, but didn't think they'd be given as much free range as they have been if that were the case. York had say it was ripples in time, which didn't sound possible, but then she's see a lot today that shouldn't have been possible. "I've met some very nice people though." It doesn't make up for not having her mother, but she's trying to be stoic here.

"Have you seen anyone else?"

He frowns, but not overly so. Gotta admit, despite his suspicions about this all, it has been very lenient. Nobody was hostile, and there didn't seem to be any particularly insidious plots unfolding right under his nose... but that's probably the point, right? It's not like an enemy would be idiotic enough to air that shit out in public or something.

All inner monologues and paranoia theories aside, he tries to keep the air of calm and casual around her. It's the least he can do, and if Ana truly isn't here, it's his responsibility now to take care of her in the meantime. He doesn't want her getting hurt, not to mention Ana would kick his ass from here to Sunday if he didn't.

"Nice, eh? That's...good to hear," he replies, nodding. Definitely a relief. At least she hasn't run into any problems here, so that's a good sign. "Yeah, ran into Lena Oxton. You remember the new cadet, right?"

Even if Gabriel isn't the greatest around children, he always made an effort to be more conversational around Fareeha. He related to her on some level, being a military kid himself growing up.

"Yeah, I remember Lena! She's here too?"

She could sense something about Gabriel being more stalwart; anyone else would have gotten tackled with a hug at this point, but for him she'd made a special exception and gave him a salute instead.

"Do you know why we're here?" She's heard everything about them being superheroes and saving all time, but it was a large thing for a kid to swallow - even a bright kid like herself - and she wanted the opinion of someone she knew she could trust.

He appreciates the amount of consideration she has around him, he really does. It's an unspoken gratitude, really. Not that he'd get mad at her if she did, but he always was a stick in the mud when it came to physical affection.

"No, not yet," he says quickly, but he knows the gist of the Legionnaires program. "Something's fishy, but like you said. Not openly hostile. They didn't hurt you or Oxton, from what I can tell. Nobody here's tense, or unhappy."

Which can either be the truth, or a great cover. However unlikely, he believes in evidence and would much rather be safe than sorry. Even if that means making a few people uncomfortable. Maybe even threaten them a little, depends on his mood.

"Willing to bet you're more informed than I am." He smirks slightly at her, shrugging as he does.

She clasps her hands behind her back and rocks on her heels. "That's because I ask the important questions." She teases. She stills and goes a little somber after a moment, looking around them. "It seems to pull in military, or otherwise capable people. I met a guy named Sam, who had just joined the military."

Gabriel and Lena would make sense, but she shrugs, "I don't know why they'd want me, unless ..." Unless it had something to do with her mother.

His brows furrow slightly at her tone, but he won't feed anyone's paranoia or make half-assed guesses. They're both in the dark about what's going on, so if anything, they'll figure it out together. Definitely can't let the kid out of his sight.

"Hey, hey, we don't know what their reasons are, yet," he starts, his voice a touch gentler than usual. "but we'll figure it out. No matter what the circumstances, we've got this."

He still doesn't like this place and how they went about snatching people out of their homes, but he also really hopes he doesn't have to do anything drastic. It's just him and Oxton so far, and while her skills are impressive, he doubts that'd be enough to take on this... Legion. The name already sounds big. Bigger than Overwatch ever was.

"So let's say we do some recon, hm?"

Fareeha brightens at the prospect of doing reconnaissance with Gabriel. It's one thing listening to stories from her Overwatch friends, but it's a dream come true to join them in any way. She nods emphatically.

"Where do we start?"

"We've got free range of the place, so...."

He looks to her, expectantly. Almost a bit comically so, like he's putting her in charge of this mini-mission.

"How much ground have you covered so far, Amari?"

"Barracks, cafeteria, uh, Observation deck ... and some of the habitat sector."

She thinks about the places she's been and what they were like, and if anything needed additional recon. "The living spaces seemed pretty standard ... we'd probably learn more from the habitats."

"Looks like art to me."

Her commentary is cool and faintly, faintly amused. She's perched on the rafters above, elbow resting on her knees, chin resting in her hand, watching him as though he's a networked broadcast and not a living, breathing being in obvious distress.

Mostly because to her, that's all he's ever been.

Gabriel Reyes: she's seen his name printed, filed, blacked out. Watched him appear and disappear alongside the rest of his agents, nothing more than spare frames in surveillance footage. The unknowing fingertips of something large and faceless.

His head doesn't snap in her direction despite wanting to, but turns his gaze up slowly with daggers in his eyes. Catching him confused and off-guard is bad enough as it is; catching him angry on top of all that makes him a very difficult customer.

"Yeah? You know something about this work of art, then?"

He sneers, observing the girl carefully, hands on his weapons. Her outfit, the paint on her face, are tell-tale signs of Los Muertos members. That much is obvious. The idea of the gang trying to take on Overwatch on their own is pretty far-fetched and stupid, so he doubts this is their doing, but maybe this girl might know something about it.

"I might."

She has the advantage of height and positioning— of visibility— and as far as she can tell, he can't reach her where she's settled. It means that she's more confident than wary. More certain than what should be sane.

Her shoulders square, stare lowering alongside the tone of her voice as she adds, lips twisting sharply upwards:

"I might know a little something about you too, Gabriel Reyes."

That makes his jaw tighten, the anger that been there now sparking into something like shock. He knows Los Muertos are a bunch of ragtag back-alley gangsters but the fact that she knew his name? Recognized him right off the bat? Unnerving, and only makes his suspicions about Legion World worse.

What the hell are Los Muertos doing here? If this is truly some kinda hero planet, what the hell is she doing here?

But composure is his game, and he takes in a deep breath before spewing off the first thing that pops into his head. The sarcastic bite in his tone still lingers.

"I'd tread carefully if I were you. You already got me on a bad day."

"Hey, it's a bad day for me, too." Sure, she sounds like she's screwing with him— par for the course when it comes to anyone from Los Muertos (a trait she's selling out of self preservation: there's no fitting in when you're in space, no pretending this is where she belongs, better to admit she's unwelcome and let everyone else cede ground)— but in this case, she's telling the truth. "I didn't ask to be here."

Still, she stays up on her perch. Drapes one leg over the side and props her elbow up across her other knee.

"But I know that places like this? They come from up here." A finger's tapped against her temple for good measure, nail clicking against cool metal. "The Legion doesn't make them— the people they hire do."

"Find whoever owns this habitat, and you'll find the person that wants Overwatch dead."

He doesn't like that flippant sort of way she tosses that out there, like her bad day is running out that ridiculous fluorescent paint or someone stole her keys. The urge to lash out ebbs back and forth the longer he watches her.

"They do, do they..."

The look in his eyes clearly show how much he's suspecting her of all people, but would she really be that ballsy to come here and practically paint a target on her back? Nah, that can't be right. They've only just met, but he can't help but think she's a crafty one. Not the usual breed of Los Muertos, but a cut above the rest. It's just a hunch, but he usually trusts his instincts.

"Telling me out of the goodness of your heart, or you just here to watch some fireworks?"

There's a sneer to his voice, but it doesn't necessarily seem pointed at her.

"What do you think."

Reyes is smart. He has to be, considering how far up the ranks he's crawled across the years. How many agents he seems to have at his command back home. Some part of her wants to know if he'll figure this one out on his own.

In the meanwhile, while he tries to add two and two together, she'll just stay right where she is: no reason to walk into the jaws of a dog that's bigger than she is.

"Besides, someone is tailing me— and I don't recognize anybody else here but you, amigo." Which isn't Sombra's way of saying she suspects him, surprisingly enough.

"Maybe helping you out will help me, too."

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Though Genji was probably recognizable by Gabe, it definitely wasn't the same for the opposite. This kind of situation for the currently wannabe spoiled ninja was pretty much the highlight of his life. And he had it in his mind to annoy pretty much everyone around him to get some level of attention. That meant a pile of straws in front of him, each with all the paper ripped off except for on end.

Raised the one end to his lips, he pointed the straw at Gabe in the mess hall and blew, shooting a piece of wrapping at him.

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Recognizing the kid wouldn't he hard at all, not even with that shock of green hair he'd never really seen in its glory days. The Genji he knew was damaged, strung together with complicated emotions over his existence in a way most humans would never know.

So when the thin paper projectile bounces off his hat, he shoots a glare at him for only a moment before his eyes go wide. Oh, that's...new? It felt like he was looking at some sort of illusion or costume, but he won't confirm or deny anything right off the bat. Try talking to him first like he would as if he were a stranger.

"Having fun, Shimada Genji?"

The tone is casual but his body language, expression... it's all very cautious. He's not making any efforts to hide it.

"When am I not having fun?"

He expected more of an angry response but this was good enough. Any attention was good attention, to be honest. It meant someone was looking at him as opposed to no one.

"Funny you'd know me though. Following my ninja skills? Of course you are."

Genji was quite quick to answer that himself.

"If you're looking to cut a deal with the Shimadas though, you might want to talk to my dad or older brother."

Don't worry Genji, you'll see him get angry once he can 100% confirm that this Genji is actually the Genji he knows. Mighty suspicious for a man on the brink of death to suddenly look so...put together again. Which, his suspicion, is made clear with how he narrows his eyes at him.

"Trust me, if I want to cut deals with someone, I know who to approach first."

He didn't know much about Genji back then, nor did he care to follow the lifestyle of a teenager, but he knows their family history well enough.

"You know about Overwatch?"

Might as well get right to it.

"You don't want that kind of thing. Gotcha."

Criminal empires sell a lot. But if he's not interested, Genji can totally understand that. Not to mention that he wasn't interested all that much to being with. Except for the money and fame part. That much, he was totally all about.

"You talking about that international spec ops force or something? Sure, I know a bit about them. They're pretty badass."

Well, he can at least pin him on a certain timeline now. Kid is nearing that special point in his life that Gabriel Reyes certainly will not spoil for him. Not that he thinks he deserved it in any way, but as a newbie to time shenanigans, he's still Very Unsure about messing with that sort of crap.

He'll just play dumb for now, like he doesn't know Genji at all.

"Yeah, guess they are. Don't quote me on this, but I get a nagging feeling that Overwatch's gotten caught up in something annoying. Maybe they got too 'bad-ass' for their own good."

"You mean something like this?"

As in, this world where people are heroes. It's Genji's paradise, in a way. He's always had these fantasies where he could roll in and save people and here he was....

"Wait a sec. Don't tell me you're Overwatch. Really? That's badass!"

He stiffens. Maybe he was getting too trusting with a kid that doesn't even know a thing about Blackwatch. It's almost otherworldly to see him acting like this. Gabriel decides to attribute his lax tongue to that. Yeah. Good enough of an excuse.

"Never said that, kid."

But he isn't planning on hiding anything from him for that long anyway.

"But yeah, you got it. We could probably use a little local cooperation, should it come down to it. We've got an agent or two scattered around here."

"When it comes to local, I'm all about helping those who need it."

Way too idealistic for the Genji who is ripped apart. Though, when you're a daddy's boy and can do whatever you want, those kinds of thoughts tend to be ideal.

"Just hit me up if you need it."

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