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[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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[gainedlove]

Frisk has, as usual these days, been keeping away from the main areas of socialization for the crew--or former crew, they suppose. It's strange, to be decoupled from something again after so long, but they're starting to get used to the idea. It's kind of the story of their life, honestly.

But we're not here for a sob story, we're here for cute games with a shy child. So when Sombra peeks into a mostly unused room she'll hear a startled squeak and clatter of broken electronics--Frisk had been scavenging again, looking for anything useful that they or Chara might need among the wreckage. Cautiously looking out from around the desk they had been behind, Frisk relaxes a little to see the friendly woman from before.

"...um. Hullo. I-I wasn't tryin' t' break anythin'."

[cifrado]

The child from before? Startled, at least. Not for the first time Sombra wonders why they leave them alone - there seems to be more than enough bleeding hearts here - but also not for the first time, she dismisses it. Not her problem, though she is a little curious.

"Why would I think you were in the first place, mijo?"

Sombra steps in, taking a better look around the place.

"Find anything good?"

[gainedlove]

"'C-'cuz...um." Frisk ducks their head, glancing away. "I...I dunno."

They watch her move closer from behind thick lashes, and when she asks about their finds they step out around the desk with a small bag made out of rags, clearly full of old bits of computers.

"Um...I found some stuff that wasn't all broken through."

[justice_from_above]

Fareeha watches Sombra with a sort of detached interest from her seat in the mess tent. She's finally giving herself some tone to decompress after helping both Reinhardt and Miller with the bodies of the second floor, and seeing someone poking around like they've lost a cat is a happy distraction. She speaks up when Sombra is near enough.

"Do you need any assistance?"

[cifrado]

All things considered, 76 could be compared to a cat - independent, touchy, prone to lashing out if someone pokes him the wrong way-

But that's besides the point. She glances towards Fareeha, smiling easily. "Eh, I just thought I saw something skittering about. You haven't seen any rats around here, have you?"

[justice_from_above]

"Not recently, though I can't say I haven't seen any ... rat-like things at all."

Since they are definitely on another planet with alien life forms that don't quite match similar Earth counterparts. Fareeha drums her fingers on the tabletop for a moment, looking towards the last corner she saw one retreat in.

"With any hope we will be out of this situation and in a more hospitable location soon." She looks over at Sombra. "Don't worry, these are just temporary circumstances."

She hopes.

[cifrado]

Hey, if it skitters about, chews on wires, and has a habit of mucking up the place, she's going to call it a rat. Doesn't matter if it's more a lizard or spider, or some cross between them all.

But it's really cute how Fareeha seems to want to comfort her. She's favored with a little laugh, a hint of nervousness in it as she shrugs for the hope.

"Probably, but until then we get to deal with the local vermin, right? Whatever they are."

[justice_from_above]

Fareeha figures if she's looking around for rats she must be worried about what rats are capable of. She gets up and moves to stand next to Sombra and help her look, interpreting the nervousness as a cue to help more proactively.

"You have a point. Where have you looked already?"

[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.

[notglitching]

Where people could be hiding? Sombra might want to look up. The entryway to the lower levels has a high, curved ceiling—one that might even have rated decorative, before the place was attacked. Now, scorch marks coat the walls with streaks of grit, arching rafters a mess of rubble, half-caved in.

Still, most of the ceiling is still where it should be. And if the soot-marked stone and warped metal can hold up that, it's not hard to guess that it might support a person's weight... or two. Really, it could make an ideal perch for anyone looking to observe the traffic between levels.

That might, just maybe, explain the dim red-orange lights clustered in the shadows. Or it might not—from ground level, certainly, the shape behind them can't be seen. Investigate?

[trap_factory]

He doesn't have the enemy analyzer (and after a year and some change spent here, Pandora's absence becomes more and more jarring, he hates this stupid place-) but his own basic scanner is enough to pick up on small things. Like a girl with similar augments to the humans of his world... A little more robust, maybe. And definitely in a different style than the one employed by Legion. Hm.

They've passed each other before, but with no joint objective there has never been any reason for Prometheus to approach Sombra... Or bother with her at all. There's something different this time around though.

"Someone looks chipper today," he says as he passes her in the halls. "Find something good?"

AND FINALLY

[cifrado]

Eventually, time ticks on. And eventually, it seems like he's gotten away- or at least gotten his two hours. Possibly more? Hard to tell.

But then again, he never bet. And while he could have earned a favor...it would have been forfeit, anyway. Sombra wonders if he's realized this as she makes herself comfortable to watch - in person - his last few minutes.

[mylawn]

He expects her to find him eventually--for everything he dislikes about her, you don't get to be where she is without being very, very smart. Probably smarter than him, in a lot of ways, but to his credit, he staves off the inevitable for a while. When she finds him, he isn't surprised, but he is most certainly perturbed.

"Have fun?"

Hopefully this was worth it for her, at least. Not that he cares.