ready or not

[cifrado]

Who: Sombra, Soldier: 76, and YOU.
When: Right after this. (Retroactively set a bit back if I have the timing correct, pre-Savrii anyway)
Where: Various places - make something up??
What: Sombra's harassed 76 enough that they're 'playing' hide and go seek. Now all she has to do is kill time until she can make it seem like she didn't know where he was all along.
Warnings: Trolling????

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76 doesn't know that she's been able to watch (almost) his every move since they first spoke in person - and Sombra really has no plans on correcting him. So while she does in fact know where he is, and can get an idea of where he's trying to go- to go there directly would spoil the game, and arise suspicion. Let him think that she found him through other means, but in order for that to happen, she has to seem like she's, well.

Actually trying to find him.

She's under no illusions that he's actually playing with her, but it's a way to urge him to lower his guard. To let him think she's more interested in games than actually trying to get him to run any 'errands' or the like, and if he starts getting used to her, well, all the better. For now, Sombra's simply taking advantage of this to get a better idea where people could be hiding, as well as taking an indirect route towards her final destination.

But since she's got some time to kill and she's clearly looking for something, it's not like she can't be stopped before then.

[[OOC; Intentionally vague on physical location on purpose. If you think your character could feasibly have Sombra stumble upon them/stumble upon Sombra, feel free to tag!]]

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[inconsequence]

Contrary to their counterpart, Chara has no such qualms going through the wreckage of a long-dead civilization. They've a particular interest in the remains of the Ingresses scattered throughout the top floor of the complex, though the twisted chunks of debris have yet to yield anything that will work.

It is of little consequence. Few things are, to one such as them.

There is the quiet click of footsteps behind them, and the effect is sharp and immediate. They twist, wrenching around with a smile frozen on their features, their eyes wide as they rake the empty air for that who felt it prudent to sneak upon someone unarmed, as if that might take them off guard.



The red blade of the Knife glints at their side as they face the intruder, poised as though expecting an attack.

[cifrado]

Well, that's

a little bit of an extreme reaction. Sombra doesn't quite dance backwards, but it's a fluid slide back, her own smile twitching at the violent response. Her hands move palm-up to chest level, not that...it would necessarily stop her from returning an attack if she needed to.

But it's the principle of the thing, really.

"Easy, chiquito! I'm friendly, promise."

[inconsequence]

They cannot say they recognize the language. It matters little; they know what to expect of promises, and they know better than to accept such promises from those elder than them at face value. That is how kids like them end up with a fist to their throat.

"You will have to convince me," the child replies, even and immediate. They hold fast, rigidly, to where they are, and regard their potential opponent with an unblinking red gaze.

[cifrado]

That's a curious response. It bemuses Sombra, who merely tilts her head as she begins to lower her hands.

For a long few moments, she's quiet. And then, wryly;

"Do you want to be convinced?"

[inconsequence]

Do they? Their eyes narrow subtly at the implicit challenge in the question.

"That depends on your intent," they answer, thumb gliding along the hilt of the Knife in their hand, smooth against the pads of their fingertips. And it would, of course, depend on her choice. Given the fact that she appears human enough, Chara's expectations are not high.