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legionworld2017-07-21 10:02 pm
fantasmaniac) wrote in legionworld2017-07-21 10:02 pm
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see you later space ghost
Who| Reaper + you
What| Ghosting around as per usual
Where| Biome, Unofficial Talon Headquarters, and other shady places.
Notes| Some open threads, some closed.
[ ＢＩＯＭＥ ≫ OPEN ]
It's almost frustrating how often he comes back here, like simply being there will tell him what his purpose here will be. No, he thinks, there's absolutely no purpose here for him. The longer he spends here, trying to work alongside these Legionnaires and play by their rules, the more his aspirations and ambitions falter. He's a big picture guy, sure, but this still feels like a whole new scale. It's still too big, too wide a spectrum for him to work with. He needs a specific focus, and he doesn't need to focus on killing a monster. Leave that kind of shit to the people who are already invested in the task.
Even Reaper knows his limitations. Let the super-heroes deal with the looming disaster in the distant future. He's got patience, but even that can grow thin when each investigation, each encounter with villains and supernatural shenanigans bear no fruits. Not for the plans he and his associates had in mind, anyway.
The scraped away lines of Jack Morrison's chalk-line shape has been left untouched, surprisingly enough. He didn't want to restore it, like doing so would cover up Jack's existence on this bizarre ship. It grounds him, strangely enough. Jack always did have that effect on him. He remembers the day Jack left for his so-called mission, and after a couple months passed, he figured the idiot went and got himself killed.
So incredibly disappointing. Reaper had been looking forward to that special sort of drama, the kind he thrived on, and exploited for whatever reason he had planned.
"Thought I told you not to go and get yourself killed."
His boot scrapes heavily at the smudged out line of Morrison's head.
[ ＳＡＦＥＨＯＵＳＥ ≫ CLOSED ]
If anyone called him out on his moping, he tell himself that he's most Definitely Not. That being said, he's the very picture of moping as he's standing in the room that Sombra had so graciously given him. Not out of a fit of uncharacteristic nostalgia, but mostly to gather things he'd often left behind. He has a few untouched shotgun shells from before his incarceration with the fun police, which may probably come in handy should his plan pull through.
If there's anyone that seemed ready to get off this ship, it was Sombra and Widowmaker. He'll definitely have to tell at least one of them before going through with the Plan: Jump Ship. Technically... he doesn't have to, but it's probably smarter to keep tabs on some thinly spread backup than have nothing at all, and he probably feels this tiny sense of obligation. If all else fails, rendezvousing with and bringing back at least one of Talon's most guarded secrets and revered weapons would be better than bringing back none.
Imagining Sombra running off to do her own thing at least made some sense. Widowmaker, on the other hand, would be much more difficult to explain if he showed up without her.
The door slightly ajar, he makes no efforts to hide the fact that he's taking his guns apart, cleaning them, and about to put them back together. It's a mundane but delightfully tedious task that gave him something to do while he did his thinking. He might miss this feeling when his abilities fully return (at least, he hopes they do), but there are way more pros to being able to produce infinite guns than cons.
[ WILDCARD ]
HMU if there's a scenario you'd like to play out with Reaps. He's basically thinking about hunting down Jack via mission logs and reports, then once he gets to the destination maybe hijacking a ship or something— anything to get off this ship! Either way, he's a little more solemn than usual, and he won't outright attack anyone that isn't meaning him harm since he still needs to stay on the Legion's goodside for the mission. He's not feeling particularly unsocial but he isn't going around mingling either, so same ol' Reaper.
What| Ghosting around as per usual
Where| Biome, Unofficial Talon Headquarters, and other shady places.
Notes| Some open threads, some closed.
[ ＢＩＯＭＥ ≫ OPEN ]
It's almost frustrating how often he comes back here, like simply being there will tell him what his purpose here will be. No, he thinks, there's absolutely no purpose here for him. The longer he spends here, trying to work alongside these Legionnaires and play by their rules, the more his aspirations and ambitions falter. He's a big picture guy, sure, but this still feels like a whole new scale. It's still too big, too wide a spectrum for him to work with. He needs a specific focus, and he doesn't need to focus on killing a monster. Leave that kind of shit to the people who are already invested in the task.
Even Reaper knows his limitations. Let the super-heroes deal with the looming disaster in the distant future. He's got patience, but even that can grow thin when each investigation, each encounter with villains and supernatural shenanigans bear no fruits. Not for the plans he and his associates had in mind, anyway.
The scraped away lines of Jack Morrison's chalk-line shape has been left untouched, surprisingly enough. He didn't want to restore it, like doing so would cover up Jack's existence on this bizarre ship. It grounds him, strangely enough. Jack always did have that effect on him. He remembers the day Jack left for his so-called mission, and after a couple months passed, he figured the idiot went and got himself killed.
So incredibly disappointing. Reaper had been looking forward to that special sort of drama, the kind he thrived on, and exploited for whatever reason he had planned.
"Thought I told you not to go and get yourself killed."
His boot scrapes heavily at the smudged out line of Morrison's head.
[ ＳＡＦＥＨＯＵＳＥ ≫ CLOSED ]
If anyone called him out on his moping, he tell himself that he's most Definitely Not. That being said, he's the very picture of moping as he's standing in the room that Sombra had so graciously given him. Not out of a fit of uncharacteristic nostalgia, but mostly to gather things he'd often left behind. He has a few untouched shotgun shells from before his incarceration with the fun police, which may probably come in handy should his plan pull through.
If there's anyone that seemed ready to get off this ship, it was Sombra and Widowmaker. He'll definitely have to tell at least one of them before going through with the Plan: Jump Ship. Technically... he doesn't have to, but it's probably smarter to keep tabs on some thinly spread backup than have nothing at all, and he probably feels this tiny sense of obligation. If all else fails, rendezvousing with and bringing back at least one of Talon's most guarded secrets and revered weapons would be better than bringing back none.
Imagining Sombra running off to do her own thing at least made some sense. Widowmaker, on the other hand, would be much more difficult to explain if he showed up without her.
The door slightly ajar, he makes no efforts to hide the fact that he's taking his guns apart, cleaning them, and about to put them back together. It's a mundane but delightfully tedious task that gave him something to do while he did his thinking. He might miss this feeling when his abilities fully return (at least, he hopes they do), but there are way more pros to being able to produce infinite guns than cons.
[ WILDCARD ]
HMU if there's a scenario you'd like to play out with Reaps. He's basically thinking about hunting down Jack via mission logs and reports, then once he gets to the destination maybe hijacking a ship or something— anything to get off this ship! Either way, he's a little more solemn than usual, and he won't outright attack anyone that isn't meaning him harm since he still needs to stay on the Legion's goodside for the mission. He's not feeling particularly unsocial but he isn't going around mingling either, so same ol' Reaper.
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But, seeing as he can't see anything visibly bothering her, he ignores it for now. He'll address it if it leads to something bigger. Her silence, however, shows that she's waiting for something from him. Orders. A direction. Anything.
He really dropped the ball with that time warp bullshit. Nobody knows Gabriel Reyes on Legion World, but those familiar with Overwatch and its history will surely put 2 and 2 together. On top of his own restlessness, their entire cover has been compromised, and even the rules of the Legionnaires won't smooth out the tension between them and those opposed to Talon.
"The longer we stay, the more we're at the mercy of the Time Trapper," he starts, clicking a piece together. He doesn't know what happened to Lacroix during that bizarre time but he can't imagine it was anything short of frustrating.
"Putting it simply: We're jumping ship."
He assumes she'll follow if it means getting off this goddamn hero ship.
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"That is a stupid idea."
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He lets out a low, amused sort of sound. She's not wrong— it's incredibly stupid, and he knows his lack of proper intel, outside connections/support and resources leave him high and dry should he hit a dead-end. But fortunately he won't be jumping off the side of the rails or anything, nor moving right away. He has a little bit of unfinished business to take care of, anyway.
"I'm going on a man-hunt, first. Need to confirm something."
Not that he expects Amelie to care about his connection to Morrison, but he's not asking her to come with him. Just letting her know his whereabouts the weeks to come. The Legion World's mission roster should list his whereabouts upon his deployment.
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"That is even more stupid. Your emotions make you vulnerable," she replied with bluntness. "He is gone, just as Lena is gone. Chasing after him is chasing after oblivion." Utterly pointless and to the detriment of everyone and everything Reaper was associated with.
"We have no need for such foolishness."
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"It'll be a simple recon mission. In and out."
Simple, perhaps, but probably not easy. He has no intentions of disappearing into the abyss of a strange new universe. Sure, the chances of that happening seem a lot more higher than he's comfortable with, but life is always full of risks even when you're half-dead.
"Besides, the Legionnaires don't trust us, and with the new side of Sombra? Heh... well."
How long will the Legion's trust hold out for their ragtag group holding secrets and blindsiding their members. Even without that on the table, he's not sure how long he'll last in this environment without going completely off the rails. He knows it's foolishness- but he can't think of any other way.
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"Regardless of a little dishonesty on Sombra's part, she - we - have all completed our assigned missions successfully. We have even rescued hostages - lost Legionnaires that also happened to be the romantic partners of higher Legion command. They owe us, Gabriel," she scoffed. "They are heroes. No matter what we have done or might do, they know that we saved the ones they love. Their emotions will compromise them and make them look the other way." As long as they didn't kill.
"The only one harmed by Sombra's scheme was Lena Oxton. And she is not here to lodge a complaint. Leaving now is stupid and you know it. We have no resources outside of the Legion, no contacts, no funding and we are stuck in a universe where people have telepathy. There is no benefit to leaving the Legion at this juncture other than soothing your and Sombra's chaffed asses."
In the past, Widowmaker would have been blunt, but not bitingly so. Something had definitely changed with her and recently.