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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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It piques Sombra's spare reserve of serious attentiveness, expression shifting by degrees. Thinning out.]
Planning something?
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I need to confirm a couple of things.
[ He's pretty sure if Morrison died on his mission, he would notice it when visiting the mission monitor room. They'd tell him the details, if Jack didn't somehow manipulate the information on his end. Not sure how he'd do that, exactly, but he wouldn't put it past him. Jack may not have been the most sneaky of the bunch, but that doesn't mean he wasn't trained for it. ]
But ultimately, it's time we said goodbye to the Legionnaires.
[ All too sarcastically. ]
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Unluckily, that doesn't mean she isn't still lingering in Legion space, potentially coordinating with Jack Morrison; they were both fed up with the Legion, if he reached out to her...]
It's about time.
[The subject of how they've overstayed their welcome is one she's already broached with Widowmaker. That Gabe is thinking the same thing? Means at least two members of Talon are on the same page.]
You tell the spider yet?
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But this isn't and never was a normal circumstance. ]
Didn't go so well.
[ To nobody's surprise. ]
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[She feels for him; there's a bandaged wound on her thigh as payment for personally aggravating Widowmaker— the woman was built as a weapon more than either of them were, even with all of Reyes' enhancements and self-imposed habits. They, after all, still had free thought to their names.]
I could have told you that.
[AKA: you should have gone to her first, amigo.]
You think she's going to agree to it?
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No...
[ He trails off, like he's mulling something over. Widowmaker was incredibly adamant about her decision to stay, being much more verbal about her concerns over his decision to jump ship. Though it's not the first time she's raised objections, this time felt different. Off. ]
When was your last contact with her?
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[Said with a helpful flick of her claws down towards the bandaged wound on her leg. Whatever Gabriel's steeping over, chances are good Sombra's been thinking about it just as much.]
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He grunts in acknowledgement of the wound.]
Notice anything different about her?
[ He's probably imagining things but he rarely let his suspicions go unchecked. ]
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[It's only half-serious: the situation's self-explanatory, sure, but he's right to look for more details. Especially when Sombra's the general gatekeeper when it comes to information.
And while it's true that she agreed to tell no one else, Gabe is the only other person Sombra trusts as much as Amelie herself...]
Yeah. Something's up with her mind. The programming Talon put in place is starting to give way.