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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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He doesn't bother trying to destroy or cover up the chalk outline of Jack Morrison. It's not like he could hide it from Genji no matter what he did at this point anyway. Damn ninjas.
"Maybe I wanted to do the honors."
He returns the sarcasm, because that's probably the only way to even remotely salvage this situation.
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Genji stepped up closer. He was on his guard but he wasn't expecting any violence to explode, mostly due to the rules in place around here. Not that he had confidence in them but he had confidence in the fact that his opposite was smart enough to not cause trouble when it wasn't needed.
"Or perhaps there is something more."
Yeah, he does look down at the outline.
"After all, I am not sure he was open enough with his identity to spread it to those who are known criminals." He was speaking about Jack, of course.
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"Could be he was just too damn sloppy and let it slip," he says, almost smug, "Or left one too many breadcrumbs."
He isn't trying too hard to fight the argument, though. Of all people to know his identity, Genji wasn't exactly high risk enough to actively hunt down and silence. Not to mention the guy was even sneakier than he was; it'd be a huge waste of time.