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thisavrou_log2016-10-30 03:54 pm
justice_from_above) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-30 03:54 pm
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Who: Pharah, Rey, Ratchet, and YOU?
When: Post-transformation
Where: Various locations
What: Pharah tries to do damage control
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
Engine Room
Pharah is poking around, looking for tools, but she's not even sure what she needs. She can do basic repairs and maintenance on her armor, but her bout with Reaper had left it a little more worse for wear than what she's used to. The main boost mechanic in the right jet is completely mangled, and she wants to make sure she can repair it so it won't backfire when she goes to use it next.
She picks up a wrench, looks it over, and then pockets it. She's not even sure if she should be taking tools out, and makes a cautious glance around before picking up another. She's not usually sneaky like this but she doesn't want to broadcast the disadvantage she is in without her armor, especially where Reaper might see it.
MedBay
It generally takes a lot to stop Pharah. Such as massive blood loss, the first time she was here. Today, she's merely stepping in for a checkup. Between her bout with Reaper and the recent transformations, she wants to ensure she's back to rights - inside and out.
She knocks on the doorframe as she enters, and wanders over to her favorite robot.
"Ratchet, do you have a moment?"
Various
With her armor currently out of commission, Pharah is spending time in public spaces she knows. OUtside of her service as a messanger, she doesn't explore much for fear of running into Reaper again. But between that, her conversations with him and 76, she's feeling an inner conflict with her core values. Instead of moping about in her room, she works out in a corner of the cargo bay, or contemplates the stars on the observation deck, or just relaxes with a mug of tea in the galley.
When: Post-transformation
Where: Various locations
What: Pharah tries to do damage control
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
Engine Room
Pharah is poking around, looking for tools, but she's not even sure what she needs. She can do basic repairs and maintenance on her armor, but her bout with Reaper had left it a little more worse for wear than what she's used to. The main boost mechanic in the right jet is completely mangled, and she wants to make sure she can repair it so it won't backfire when she goes to use it next.
She picks up a wrench, looks it over, and then pockets it. She's not even sure if she should be taking tools out, and makes a cautious glance around before picking up another. She's not usually sneaky like this but she doesn't want to broadcast the disadvantage she is in without her armor, especially where Reaper might see it.
MedBay
It generally takes a lot to stop Pharah. Such as massive blood loss, the first time she was here. Today, she's merely stepping in for a checkup. Between her bout with Reaper and the recent transformations, she wants to ensure she's back to rights - inside and out.
She knocks on the doorframe as she enters, and wanders over to her favorite robot.
"Ratchet, do you have a moment?"
Various
With her armor currently out of commission, Pharah is spending time in public spaces she knows. OUtside of her service as a messanger, she doesn't explore much for fear of running into Reaper again. But between that, her conversations with him and 76, she's feeling an inner conflict with her core values. Instead of moping about in her room, she works out in a corner of the cargo bay, or contemplates the stars on the observation deck, or just relaxes with a mug of tea in the galley.
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Ratchet turns, looking much the same as he did last time she saw him--except for the jointed, three-pronged claws sprouting from the ends of his wrists instead of his hands. He flexes them briefly and resists the urge to tuck them out of sight, tilting his helm down at Pharah.
"Everything all right?"
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But while she will entertain a conversation on the matter, she did come in for a reason; "I can't in good faith say 'yes' because otherwise I would not be here, but I am at least keeping my blood on the inside of my body this time." A little dark humor to lighten her mood; she may tell herself a million lies about why she's here - to ensure the regimen she's maintaining is beneficial, to ensure her body is healthy and honed, to ward off potential ailments or issues that might occur in long space flights, artificial gravity or no - but she couldn't deny the truth to herself; Reaper had frightened her and she needed to keep herself in peak condition, if she ever intended to come out of a confrontation with him standing proud.
"I was wondering if you do general check-ups for humans? With the transformations, the year on the island, and ... other things, I just want some peace of mind."
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"Not exactly." Not at all, quite the opposite, but that isn't Pharah's problem. "But I genuinely appreciate all your necessary fluids staying where they should be. Keeps the mopping down."
He offers her a crooked little smile and gestures with one claw, shifting closer.
"Sure, if you'd like. Let me pull up the data we already have and I can get started."
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She catches the tone in his laugh, curious, but not wanting to pry. She follows him further into the medbay.
"How have you been sitting this whole thing?"
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Of course it's Reinhardt. And of course, he looks as jazzed as ever. Because, in his hand is his MID, and captured on it are the images Thane took of him in his other form.
That body is gone, of course. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have evidence. Evidence he would love to show her.
"I have a surprise!"
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"I would love to see it! What have you got?"
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And he's hunkering in next to her, excitedly pulling out his MID to show off what Thane had done. Namely, taking pictures of him in his altered state. The dragon version of Reinhardt.
"Dragonhardt!"
After letting loose that little gem he bursts out laughing. Delighted.
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Fareeha smiles, laughing softly along with his boisterous noise.
"That's wonderful, Reinhardt! You make an excellent dragon." She pays his arm, smiling up at him inbetween pictures. "Although - please don't tell me you tried to kidnap any princesses."
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"No...! Of course not!" A scoff, as if she's said something truly scandalous. "Only some rocks."
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He says it with grave solemnity. Like somehow, a bunch of rocks caused something bad to happen somewhere. He puts both hands on her shoulders, looking at her with that same somber expression.
"The worst of rocks."
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"Just as I expected."
Fareeha looks back at him with an equally somber expression, hanging one of her hands on his arm. She can't keep the charade up for long, though, eventually breaking into a tired smile.
"This ship sure is lucky to have you aboard."
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But the fatigue in her smile gets his attention. Finally. And he's tilting his head, curious and concerned.
"Are you all right?"
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"It is nothing, really; I haven't been sleeping well lately."
Which wasn't a lie but certainly left out a lot. The dream walking had her constantly fatigued, worry about Reaper - especially now that her mother was here - never went away.
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There's a little bit of a teasing light in his eye when he asks. Just a bit. Most of him is just worried for her. Worried that something's gone wrong. She's always been so steady.
Something must have happened.
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"That's part of it." Could the dream walking be called restless? She thought so, at least. It certainly wasn't restful. "There's a lot I have on my mind, lately. Little things."
But they build and they press and they cause a bigger problem in return. She didn't want him to worry though. She pats his arm and tries to smile up at him. "I'll get through this."
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"Fareeha..." Now there's admonishment in his voice. "What has happened?"
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When she does choose to answer him, she tries to keep her tone level and words chosen with thought. She watches him, trying to gauge his reaction while keeping her own expression schooled into something strong; the last thing she's looking for is pity, but there's no easy way to admit this.
"A few days ago, when we were first transformed, I ran into Reaper. I should say he ran into me, but neither of us were looking for the other. We did have a ... talk, though." She glances off to the side, thinking back on the conversation, that laugh of his that - even without the unearthly rasp to it - still sent chills up her spine. "It has been on my mind ever since."
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The anger in his voice isn't directed at her. It's a cold, crackling thing. Something old left to be roused at caution. If he could have, he would have torn the name from everyone's minds. Crushed the body with his hammer.
"What happened."
There's no pity. Just a barely-contained anger. Suspicion of the other party. Big hands flexing, holding on by a thread.
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But the last thing she wants is anyone going up against Reaper because of her.
"We fought. He ran." Reinhardt doesn't need to know how her armor was damaged, how her back still hurt now and her nightmares and daydreams echoed with that cold, heartless laughter. "I'm fine, just ... shaken."
She sets a gentle hand on his, looking up at him with a firm expression; No. Don't. It's Reinhardt, though, and she doesn't have a lot of faith that she'll be able to deter him if he gets anything in his head.
But Reaper honestly frightens her, and she doesn't want anyone risking going after him on her account.
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His accent thickens a little around the edges. Turning to something harsher, something befitting the warrior in heavy armor who stood against a tide. The one who would always stand against the darkness.
Literal, or, in this case, figurative -- as he has yet to see for himself the extent of Reyes' transformation. If she's alive, if she's speaking to him, she must have won. Especially if the traitor fled.
Reyes is the reason Overwatch fell. The final catalyst.
And now he's here. Attacking those Reinhardt will always claim friendship with -- family with. It won't stand. Not while he still breathes.
"Where was this?"
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That was the easier question to answer, so she gets to it first. She takes her time with the first question, choosing her wording carefully. She really wasn't about to let him know how she and Reyes had originally met on the Moira. She thinks back on their brief conversation, a few breathless words exchanged between blows. She sighs and reaches up to rub her temples.
"He said he was left behind. That Morrison was full of shit, and left him, and my mother, behind. To die." She didn't believe it, she couldn't. But they were still painful words to think about, let alone repeat.
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Reinhardt didn't tend to swear, as a rule. To break that rule... and in front of someone he respected. It spoke volumes about what he thought of Reyes' words. He practically spat it, at that. There is no change in his stance. In the tension of his body.
Bullshit. The only person 'full of shit' is Reyes himself.
"He left us. All of us. He betrayed us!"
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It's distressing, to hear Reinhardt so riled up, and to be the person stoking the fire of his rage. He doesn't need to hear the rest. She reaches up to place a firm hand on his shoulder.
"I know. I know. He's the one who threw us away." Didn't make it hurt any less, our the way he blamed Jack, who was dead. She missed him, so terribly much in this moment. Jack would have made things right. Perhaps he could have gotten through to Reaper. She reminds herself she'll never know, but as long as she he Reinhardt on her side she'll be okay, even if all he's offering is emotional support. It's enough.
engines!!
"Need a hand with something?"
Re: engines!!
"Yes, you say that. I'm not sure what I need, though."
engines!!
Re: engines!!
Pharah turns towards Rey, pulling out the wench she had pocketed and tapping it in her hand thoughtfully.
"My self was damaged and I need to repair it, but it is extensive enough that at home I would have turned it over to the technicians."
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And, admittedly, she could use the help. She sighs and relaxes slightly. "I would appreciate it."
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"There is a problem with the fuel line, I think. The right jet isn't receiving power."
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