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There wasn’t much point in waiting for more information from Sombra.  He knew enough.  Talon was getting too bold for his liking, they needed to be taught a lesson.  Trying to fashion a weapon to use against him was something that he couldn’t let slide.  Even if it was just for ‘insurance purposes’.   Reaper had received the name of the facility and the names and designations of the majority of the staff on site.  The coordinates as well had been revealed to him by Talon’s own expert hacker as well.  All that was left was to deal with the problem himself.  Which was exactly what he had planned to do. His infiltration had gone off without a hitch.  He was adept in moving around undetected, his powers made travelling through such things as vents and drains achievable with relative ease.   Because of this ability, it didn’t take long before he had found exactly what and who he was looking for.  What he hadn’t expected was what had occurred following his discovery.  The moment he had entered the room where he thought the prototype would be kept, a cacophony of alarms went off all around him. Of course they would have security, they weren’t stupid after all.  What followed was a bit of a panic, not so much for the mercenary, but certainly for the staff and guards.  The panic evolved into a struggle, which evolved into bloody combat.  Reaper had vastly lessened their numbers before one of the scientists came at him from behind with some manner of syringe gun.  He hadn’t had time to wheel around and empty a clip into the other man’s head before he could inject the contents of the tube into his body.  The dark substance burned as it entered his body and suddenly his pain was intensified to levels he couldn’t even imagine.   Confusion reigned as his body began to destabilize of its own accord, and he had no choice but to make a hasty escape as even more guards rushed in.  Even in his state, a flurry of smoke was still almost impossible to capture and he was out and away from the facility in a manner of minutes.   Once had put a moderate distance between himself and the facility, he reformed to assess the damage--or rather--he attempted to.  The agony he felt as he attempted to pull himself together was skull splitting.  Whatever they had put into him was causing his body to break down faster than usual, his regeneration could hardly keep up and it was only getting worse with time.  And time passed, his mind was in as many fragments as his form, but one thing was certain as the weeks passed...The damage wasn’t healing, it was getting worse.  The hallucinations were getting worse.  And the pain--the pain was beyond hell.  As difficult as it was to admit it, he needed help.  Desperation ruled.  But who would he go to?  He trusted no one.  Even Sombra was more of a neutral party, not a true ally.  It took the mercenary some time to come to his final conclusion, once his desperation came to a head and outweighed his hatred and pride.  There was only one person he knew who could help him, someone whom he was sure thought him long dead.  Someone who he was all but certain would not be pleased to see what had become of him.  The idea of going to her was less than appealing, but he well and truly had no other choice and, after stowing away on an airliner, was headed towards the last location where she had been seen.  Oasis. Finding her wasn’t difficult, she didn’t have security in the makeshift office she had made for herself there.  It was little more than an apartment, at least, that’s what it looked like from the outside.  From what he could see, it was dark.  He couldn’t travel like this during the day, his appearance would be a large, dark blot in the otherwise bright surroundings if he had.  Because of the timing, he couldn’t even be sure if she would be there, but he had no other option but to try.  Forming himself as much as he could, which was little more than a dark, foggy silhouette, he pushed the door open.  It was unlocked.

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((I updated my headcanon page.))

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((Hey, it’s been a while, been thinking of starting this up again, but I think I’ll cap my rps at 3 threads at a time if I do.  Plus, my headcanons have changed a bit, so I’ll have to update that too.))

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((Hey, it’s been a while, been thinking of starting this up again, but I think I’ll cap my rps at 3 threads at a time if I do.  Plus, my headcanons have changed a bit, so I’ll have to update that too.))

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Remember when you all argued with me saying “THIS IS ACTUALLY REYES”?  Straight from the lead writer of Overwatch.

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Hear me out: Bioshock AU.

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P U N I S H

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heavensworn replied to your chat: Reaper: Sorry I'm late. Mercy: What...

Reaper is me honestly

He is also simultaneously me in this situation.

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Reaper: Sorry I'm late.

Mercy: What happened?

Reaper: Nothing, I just really didn't want to come.

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You may think I'm slacking on replies but jokes on you, I'm actually dying.

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Drop whatever you're doing and share your desktop

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lvtro:

Another thing - and I’ll end my rant here tonight with this one guys - I’ve noticed with antis is like… their weird “what you enjoy in fiction = what you enjoy/support in reality” only seems to apply to rape/incest????

like…. you bring up gore/blood/whump and if the enjoyment of that means i like it irl? ……crickets.

bring up violent video games affecting/causing violence in real life?……. crickets.

Their weird fucking quasiactivism is scarily similar to the pick-n-choose aspect of religion regarding their religious texts, and their frame on censorship just as close.

And that’s why I left both religion and the anti movement. Their beliefs are based on pick-n-choose, their ideals rooted in something fictitious, they’re aggressive and mean to anyone outside their worldview and it’s borderline creepy and no, you can only be SO intelligent and logical when supporting either of those two things with blind faith and zero critique. I moved past that shit because I wanted to grow.

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thesecretkouhai replied to your post “I really wanna do at least one reply tonight…”

Take your time!!! Forcing a muse doesn't make RP fun!!!

I’m gonna try to get some more done over the weekend.  Including yours.  Maybe finally do that zombie starter as well. 

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On contact, his gray flesh dissolved away, parting like a black tide, every singular cell averting itself from her blanching fingers.  Reaper took a step back, trying to regain some distance away from the woman.  She had no right to touch him like that.  She had no right to make him feel anything ever again.  Her continued existance in his reality was a bane, a nightmare dressed as a beautiful dream.  He couldn’t let her fool him, not again.  Never again.

“Don’t...” he warned, his voice a low, dangerous growl, his fingers curled and his shoulders slightly raised, his physical tension clear.  Once again, the mercenary was beginning to feel a mounting sense of foreboding, as if somehow HE was the one who was cornered in a dark alley with one foot on the pavement and the other in the grave. 

That thought brought his attention back to the dark crimson that was beginning to form a moderately large pool at his feet.  Did she notice?  He couldn’t tell.  Either she was a very good actress, which he wouldn’t doubt, or she was going into shock and couldn’t feel it at all.  It had been quite some time since he had the capacity to be injured in any meaningful way, but even as detached as he was from human body functionality now, he knew she wasn’t going to be conscious for much longer at this rate. 

But... that only meant that his little “interrogation” now had a time limit.  But what did he really want from her?  He himself wasn’t quite sure.  He could ask her what she did.  He could ask her how she did it.  But those questions all fell by the wayside as decided on one.  A simple question, but one of great significance. 

“...Why did you do it?”  Deep down, even in his delusional mind, he knew the answer. 

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Had the doctor actually known the outcome of that ‘resurrection’, she would have never even attempted it. She would have buried her loved one and went on to mourn while living her broken life. But, that was not the outcome. The doctor had to live with her actions regardless. There was no time for regrets, no time for thinking through the consequences. There was only life and death.

His condescending words filled her mind as she tore through painful memories trying to find something that she may have missed. But, there was nothing. Everything became so hectic as their location had been compromised and she was left to rush, left to try untested theories and experiments. Overwatch had fallen, what resources the doctor had previously were severely limited after the incident.

There were so many things that Angela wanted to say, that she felt so compelled to explain but the words were stuck in her throat, perhaps it was the blood loss that was affecting her mind.

“Had I known, I would have never left you,” the doctor spoke, her words were as shaky as the hand that carefully reached up toward his face, fingertips ever so slightly brushing over his skin.

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I really wanna do at least one reply tonight...

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((If anyone’s wondering why I haven’t done anything in like a week, it’s because I’m taking 17 credits and working a part time job.  I’ll try to do things over the weekend if I can manage to finish all my homework during the week, as I plan to.))

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((If anyone's wondering why I haven't done anything in like a week, it's because I'm taking 17 credits and working a part time job.  I'll try to do things over the weekend if I can manage to finish all my homework during the week, as I plan to.))