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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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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.