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hucma:

A scoff, followed by a brief spout of mumbling under his breath. What right does she have, asking him about his mission? It’s not like she’d understand his objective, nor help. What could he hope to gain by telling her? –Though, not getting shot is a welcome outcome. “–Fine. Some guy by the name of Kerimov. Did a lot of bad things. You know where this is going.”

Kerimov. Not a name she’s familiar with, so Liselle feels safe in fully lowering her weapon. There is still tension in her shoulders, but the initial fear and panic is no longer there, at least. Slowly, she tucks her gun back into its holster at her hip.

“Gun for hire, then?” she asks, lifting a brow. He’s either that, or he’s some sort of vigilante. She’s not entirely sure which she would prefer right now.

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darbynelson:

💉 – Fuck! She nearly had it that time. Darby turned momentarily to the stranger in the doorway, teeth bared. Brow streaked with sweat.

  Something flew overhead, hugging the curvature of the wall. It was bulbous and convulsing, a sort of ugly insect with a fleshy thorax and pharyngeal jaw.

    “Lend a hand!” Darby thrust a net into the stranger’s arms. It was thick and white, woven from some strange glistening sinew. A steel ball, 3 inches in diameter, was affixed to each corner - to weigh down the net once cast.

  The creature hurdled toward Liselle, buzzing terribly.

    “An’ try not t’get, er uh… stung.” – 💉

She did not expect to have the net shoved into her grasp, nor did she expect to see some sort of large, angry bug. It took her a millisecond to get the hell away from it, diving with all the grace of a dancer in an attempt to avoid it. How was she supposed to catch the thing? Just throw the net? Wait...

Hurriedly, she untied her secondary scarf from her belt and wrapped it tight around her left upper arm to cover the skin between her jacket and her prosthetic. The insect was big enough to make her worry it would just curl around her arm and get her that way, but at least if it tried to sting her prosthetic, all it would strike was metal.

“Please tell me you’ve got a net of your own,” she said, waving her arm to make the scarf flash at the bug, and grab its attention so that it would come towards her again. “I’m not sure if I can cast this if that thing decides to wrap itself around this arm.”

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          “Um…  I’m sorry, but you uhh…you dropped this…thing…”  God, she didn’t want to be doing this…  Her pulse drummed agonizingly in her ears in an endless hasty beat, and her limbs were petrified as they were, offering the lost object back to its owner.  Just leaving it on the ground would have been so much easier—she hated having to interact with other people, but the  g u i l t  would have stalked her as a heartless predator far from the shores and across the blue long after she’d have  r a n  from it.

“Pardon ?” She turned at the sound of the other’s voice, French slipping past her lips before she could think to change languages. Although, she doubted the stranger would have trouble understanding that simple word. Her eyes dropped to the young woman’s hand to see what she was holding. It was a second scarf she often kept tucked into her belt, lest the one around her neck become damaged in some way. “Oh. Thank you. I hadn’t even noticed that I’d lost that.”

She gently plucked it from the other’s hand, taking notice of the nervous look in her eyes. A slight frown creased her brow as she tied the scarf around her belt again. “You alright? You look a little tense.”

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sniperkiss:

a low chuckle came from her throat as golden hues stared. widowmaker was aware that blue skin was not part of the norm, but she certainly isn’t dead,

❛ i can assure you, liselle, i am more alive   than you’d believe. ❜

the single fingered that hovered slowly laid down upon the trigger, though gun was lowered even further, widowmaker seemingly allowed liselle to approach more. if she dared to,

❛ widowmaker is the name i go by. ❜

“Considering you’re moving around and talking to me, I think I can believe it,” she said. Though, if she was being honest with herself, she did half expect the woman to either vanish or drop dead right before her eyes. And she couldn’t even be sure which one would be more believable.

Her eyes caught the slight movement, and she tensed, expecting the weapon to be lifted towards her, and when it wasn’t, she relaxed again. Her head cocked, and after a long moment of complete silence and stillness, Liselle did take a step closer. She made sure to keep her hands where they could be seen so that Widowmaker didn’t take the movement as aggressive.

“...Widowmaker? Really?” The woman was already blue, and had a visor that looked like a spider’s face; now she had that for a name? “I’m going to take a wild swing in the dark and say you’re some sort of gun-for-hire. How close am I?”

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caducevs:

     There are some people in this world who think that injuries – that blood, and death, and violence – are beautiful. Looking down at Liselle’s throat, Angela can’t fathom why. The stitches, neatly sewn, are smooth and dark and, though they almost blend in with her skin,  immediately identifiable for all the ugliness that they represent. The wound, closed and barely beginning to heal, sticks out like a caterpillar has been inserted under the stitches. Clots of dried blood threaten to flake off. It’s ugly. There is no other term. Nothing is beautiful about something so violent.

     … But. It is not infected. And that, at least, is something to celebrate.

    “Your sister…” Dr. Ziegler searches for words, dipping a sanitized cloth into water in order to clean the wound. Inwardly, she apologizes again – cleaning it will not feel great, no matter how gently she dabs. Not when the wound is this fresh. “She called an ambulance. I believe she said you were mugged.”

The disinfectant hurts in a whole different way, and it takes every fibre of her being to not let out a howl of pain as it touches her wound. Her hand does shoot out to grab the metal bar across the side of her bed, fingers gripping tight. Her knuckles pale to the point of being very pale as she tries her very best to either prevent herself from bursting into tears, or screaming.

“My sister...?” she manages her voice nearly a wheeze, like the words are being squeezed out of her chest. She’s a little confused as to what the doctor means; she doesn’t have a sister. Or... was someone covering for her? She wracks her memory for anything that could tip her off––Aryna. That's it. She's pretending to be her sister, despite the fact that she has nearly twenty years on her. “Oh. Well... is she still here? I wouldn’t mind seeing her once your done...”

The pain was slowly being pushed into the back of her mind. It’s still definitely there and making Liselle almost dizzy, but she can talk and pretend it’s not happening. “I don’t... I don’t remember being mugged,” she says. She’s pretty sure she should be able to. “Is that normal? To just... forget every thing?”

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perdueveuve:

  as the girl spoke, amélie found herself smiling, if only for a moment. ‘ i’m not from paris. but it was a good try, non ? my name is amélie lacroix. ’

“Mn, close enough. I’m from Paris myself. Or sort of,” Liselle said with a shrug and a slight grin. “I’m Liselle Rey.”

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perdueveuve:

open !

‘ no, no. i’m not laughing at you, i promise. it’s just that your pronunciation is… not the best. ’

"Je sais que je ne parle pas comme une classe supérieure parisien ! Permettez-moi de vivre."

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“People constantly forget that I can’t read or write English, and then get mad at me when I don’t do something they wrote for me to do in English.”

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Liselle is incredibly manipulative, and it comes from being able to read a person after just a couple of sentences spoken to her. She will bend her personality to mould herself into someone the other will like to keep herself alive, or get what she wants, or whatever else is behind her reasoning.

While this is a symptom of some personality disorders, Liselle’s behaviour is not a result of that. Her changing her personality, her adapting to a situation in a snap decision is something she consciously does and can control very easily. It’s actually a learned behaviour; she picked it up from both her mother and her caretaker, who both use the same tactics in certain situations.

This has backfired, however, as her skills aren’t perfect, and sometimes she will read someone incorrectly, and they’ll be able to pick up on her little game. This has ended in a few close calls in her life, but insofar, she’s managed to make it out in one piece.

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[ sorry for the sudden silence from me ! i’ve just been busy over on my pharah blog, but i’m here now and i’m gonna try and answer all my drafts today. chances are i’ll queue them for later today, or tomorrow ]

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“–Put the gun down, I’m not here for you.” Cybernetic hands raised, palms flat. This job keeps going from bad to worse.

To be fair, he had scared her pretty bad. Liselle hasn’t had the best couple of days, and they’ve left her feeling strung out and jumpy, and it’s only been made worse by this stranger nearly causing her to go into cardiac arrest.

“Then who are you here for?” she asks, beginning to very, very slowly, lower her weapon, although she remains tense.

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I can’t escape from ya (oh) I can still feel you claws in me (twistin ‘round) I can’t explain what you did to me 

And now I’m stuck here Dreaming in my mind Rubbing on my chest You’re all up in my brain

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Liselle was normally always a night owl, but tonight she was feeling particularly restless. A lack of work over the last week left her with excess energy that kept her from being able to sleep for more than a couple of hours. So, she took to wandering about the Watchpoint. It was rather aimless, but the sound of movement drew her towards what was considered the entrance point of the Watchpoint.

She’d heard that someone new was going to be settling in, but she didn’t think it would be in the dead of night. Seemed as though she wasn’t the only one with bizarre hours... or they were simply just off time from jet-lag. Either way, the mercenary was curious, and this was certainly more interesting than wandering in circles like a cage-mad animal.

“Bit late for all the noise, don’t you think?” she asked, deciding to announce her approach to keep from startling the stranger from up close and risk getting a fist to the face. Or whatever might be in their hand at the moment.

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[ i need to write up some time line stuff bc i want to have an actual verse for when Liselle is with Overwatch just to make some interactions a lil easier lmfao ]

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ladivagation:

[ like for a starter ! i gotta go out for a bit but i’ll do them once i’m back !! ]

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[ like for a starter ! i gotta go out for a bit but i’ll do them once i’m back !! ]