floatingdysphoria

[floatingdysphoria]

Olvir looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Slightly disturbed at this feeling that they bring. That unknown feeling...floating through the darkness.

They look to the young man who greets them. About as strange as this place, however they're more comforted by the friendly aura he seemed to be giving off.

"No," A simple statement. Their voice is soft, very even, plainly toned. And after a second of pause, they add in. "I must be lost again."

@bloodiedforest

After a mishap with a teleporter and Tracer’s blink, Olvir is not sure what to think of their situation. The only castle he’d ever seen in his life was the one in Eichenwalde. But this…this was much too far from it. And something about it made him feel strange, like after his time in the void.

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The way she moves, speaks, it seems much more...elegant than what he'd seen of the other Talon members. It gave them questions, wondering how high she was within the ranks perhaps. Their teammates had yet to explain much to them about their origins. The stories behind it all.

"Really?" They looks towards the armour, for just a moment, before refocusing their attention on the woman. "Makes sense. It was built to last battles. And technology is resilient."

Following her display of trust, or at least momentary ceasefire, they seat themselves on the ground. And Idly they brush at the ground around them.

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“No one belongs here,” They look to the side, out to the surroundings. Far off and distant. Eichenwalde once held so much life. “This place…its lost to time. I suppose maybe that’s why I’m here…”

When they look back to the woman, “You don’t look lost to me.”

Moira sat herself on a defunct Bastion unit, one leg crossed over the other, and watched them. “This is a historic site.” She said after a moment. “I wished to see it with my own eyes.

“Did you know that the Crusader armor remains fully functional even after years with no use or maintenance?”

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They hadn't met much of their enemies from Talon yet. But from the stories he'd heard yes they were to be feared. Still, they were people, same as everyone else in their eyes.

"Not hiding." They shake their head. Weight shifting to another foot as they ease up. "I come here to think, sometimes. It's quiet. Everywhere else is so...noisy."

They look off into the distance, past her out to the ocean. The horizon. "It's bright and noisy, and sometimes it's just so much..."

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There’s something about her, something off. Despite the colours, the outward appearance. She doesn’t feel like a Talon soldier to them. So, he floats down to her, keeping a distance. Safety for them both.

“People are often scared of ghosts,” their voice is neutral, almost monotone. “But that makes me wonder why you would hide here.”

They seem to relax, their only weapon an after thought to them. She didn’t feel dangerous. Someone running from something, but there’s a wariness to him. Perhaps whatever dangerous person she’s running from, she could very well be more dangerous than.

They floated down closer, and Mallory stayed tense. The person seemed entirely too…calm.

“…ghosts aren’t as scary as what’s after me. I’ll….take my chances.” It was wary, one hand still covering the bag at her side. She really needed to sew out that Talon icon.

A pause, and she tilted her head. “I…could have the same questions for you. What are you doing here? I swear I’m not leading anyone here, if you’re using it to hide as well.”

[floatingdysphoria]

There's something about her, something off. Despite the colours, the outward appearance. She doesn't feel like a Talon soldier to them. So, he floats down to her, keeping a distance. Safety for them both.

"People are often scared of ghosts," their voice is neutral, almost monotone. "But that makes me wonder why you would hide here."

They seem to relax, their only weapon an after thought to them. She didn't feel dangerous. Someone running from something, but there's a wariness to him. Perhaps whatever dangerous person she's running from, she could very well be more dangerous than.

floatingdysphoria:

Following her, they noticed the distinct lack of other operatives. It makes them feel a bit uneasy. Were the others somewhere else? Or was she simply alone? It didn’t make sense to them.

They kept their distance for a few more minutes, wanting to be /sure/ there was nothing more going on. And as it remained quiet, they finally made their way down to the wandering soul.

“Hello?” Still wary they decided to keep a bit of distance between them. Weapon lowered but still in hand, just in case. “Who are you?”

A tingling in the back of her mind. Someone was near. Mallory’s guard raised. She’d changed into her old Talon uniform only so that her powers wouldn’t burn through her clothes, the symbol painted over.

A voice from- Above? Mallory whirled, sinking into a defensive stance, looking up at the figure floating towards her. There were people here. Armed.

“…no one.” Soft. Defensive. “Using these old bases to hide. Rumors of Overwatch coming back keeps everyone dangerous away.”

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@bloodiedforest

After a mishap with a teleporter and Tracer's blink, Olvir is not sure what to think of their situation. The only castle he'd ever seen in his life was the one in Eichenwalde. But this...this was much too far from it. And something about it made him feel strange, like after his time in the void.

[floatingdysphoria]

"No one belongs here," They look to the side, out to the surroundings. Far off and distant. Eichenwalde once held so much life. "This place...its lost to time. I suppose maybe that's why I'm here..."

When they look back to the woman, "You don't look lost to me."

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@minister-of-genetics

“You don’t belong here.”

Words said from behind the woman. A soft voice, but something accusatory still in it.

As she might turn around, the young person’s eyes flicker over her. Perhaps sizing her up, perhaps simply looking her over. Either way, they seem apprehensive to move any closer. She’s much taller than them, more imposing.

“Who are you?”

Moira turned around almost immediately and looked down at the person who had spoken, eyes narrowed slightly. “And who are you, to tell me where I don’t belong?”

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OVERWATCH SENTENCE STARTERS. (6/17).

“Yeah, I wouldn’t drink the coffee.”

“I didn’t want that life for you.”

“Initiating the hack.”

“Tell me your thoughts, my friend.”

“I hope nobody saw that.”

“Having trouble keeping up?”

“You were one a legend… but now? Just a shell.”

“You know nothing.”

“Lots of memories of this place. They weren’t all bad.”

“What if I gave you a chance to undo the choices you’ve made?”

“You got the beat down.”

“You’re on my naughty list.”

“You look like a guy who needs someone blown up.”

“That was going great… until the end.”

“I think I’d like to travel more.”

“Our world is worth fighting for.”

“Nailed it.”

“I thought so.”

“I give it a ten.”

“Can I get your autograph?”

“Like shooting fish in a barrel.”

“You were not meant for greatness.”

“Push off.”

“One of these days, someone is gonna put an end to you.”

“I’ve got a long memory.”

“Leave this to a professional.”

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@minister-of-genetics

"You don't belong here."

Words said from behind the woman. A soft voice, but something accusatory still in it.

As she might turn around, the young person's eyes flicker over her. Perhaps sizing her up, perhaps simply looking her over. Either way, they seem apprehensive to move any closer. She's much taller than them, more imposing.

"Who are you?"

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Efi’s travel plans may have been cancelled before when Doomfist attacked but hey, thanks to that she’s got a new friend to see the world with now. Because if anyone deserves a fun trip around the world, it’s this kid.

Also an excuse to draw Orisa. I love her.

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New Overwatch OC blog here! Could you reblog and give this poor soul a promo?

All follows will be from the main blog @minister-of-genetics

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‘ would you like to see         what happens when the angel on your shoulder                                                                       finally snaps? ’

angela ziegler penned by puff.

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                                 one hand gives,                                                    the other TAKES AWAY.

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By ARTBYMOGA

[floatingdysphoria]

Following her, they noticed the distinct lack of other operatives. It makes them feel a bit uneasy. Were the others somewhere else? Or was she simply alone? It didn't make sense to them.

They kept their distance for a few more minutes, wanting to be /sure/ there was nothing more going on. And as it remained quiet, they finally made their way down to the wandering soul.

"Hello?" Still wary they decided to keep a bit of distance between them. Weapon lowered but still in hand, just in case. "Who are you?"

@w-db-09

Overwatch was definitely not where they’d imagined themselves ending up. Constant battles, a larger war, everything they’d advocated against. But they were starting to see, that peace needed protecting. A new point of view, instead of just senseless violence.

So they found themselves travelling around the world, base to base as much as their team would.

Most often they liked to stay high above ground. Sitting on one of the rooftops in Gibraltar, they spot the small girl wandering by herself. She’s wandered into the open. They wait there, watching curiously for her to make her move.

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A few Starters - Ice Breakers

“Are you following me?”

“Hey, watch where you’re going.”

“You look vaguely familiar…” 

“I don’t know who you are but you don’t strike me as the trustworthy type.”

“I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”

“Sorry but I’m new around here, would you mind giving me pointers?”

“Strange to see a fresh face around here.”

“Hey you. It’s dangerous to be walking around here, you should leave.”

“Do you need help with that?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

“Do I know you? Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.”

“See my friends over there? They wanna to know if you think I’m cute.

“Hey handsome/beautiful.”

“You might be new, but you’re looking at the top dog around here.”

“Sorry but I’m not interested in your offer.”

“Are you as cold as you seem or do you always walk around like you own the place?”

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“The answer is no by the way, to whatever you’re about to say.”

“Don’t bother, I’m busy.”

“No no no, this can’t be right. You shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Happy to see me again?”

“It’s been so long since we’ve last parted, hm? We have some catching up to do.”

“You looking to start a fight or something?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?”

“Us meeting wasn’t an accident.”

“Hey hey, no need for that I’d just like to talk.”

“Why the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?”

“I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”

“Come with me, no time to explain!”

“Look, you’re in danger. You need to do as I say.”

“Are these guys bothering you?”

“Hey, leave him/her alone!”

“You look tired. Need a ride?”

“Shit shit, are you okay?!”

“Give me your belongings and you won’t get hurt. Sound fair?”

“Well look what the cat dragged in.”

“Never thought I’d see your face again.”

“Are you drunk? Hey, you can’t be walking around like that, be careful!”

“You look like bad news….”

“I hope I’m not being too straightforward, but are you single?”

“Nice to meet you.”

[floatingdysphoria]

              Out of everything you could have stolen - you took a bunch of plushies ?

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                    If the heavens may break,                                    I hope for our sake.                But if they ever do…                                                   I’ll be there with you !

Ind. Semi-selective rp blog for Orisa from Overwatch Penned by Willow