[OPEN] No necesito dinero,

[vata]

Who: Sombra and you!
When: open catchall for May
Where: various locations across Kauto and Chioni
What: intel gathering, supply runs, aquiring allies— Sombra is getting settled into Thisavrou as actively as possible in the wake of her arrival
Warnings: NA


I: NEED MORE SCRAP

[She's resourceful. Sharp. Always has been, down to the bones. Always had to be, when growing up in Dorado meant living through ingenuity, through lies, through a merciless ability to unlock just about any closed door in her path— digital or otherwise.

She takes to those old habits like a fish to water: the landscape here might be unfamiliar, but people aren't, businesses aren't, and so far Sombra's managed to scrounge up discarded technology with little resistance. A splash of bright violet, marked with circuitry, trekking back and forth across the landscape, always with parts in tow. Spools of wiring, battered components, scorched circuits, heavy screen projectors that have long since lost the rest of their systems.

Whatever she's doing, it seems like a heavy undertaking - or at the very least a remarkably extensive one for a single, lone scavenger.]

II: DON'T BE SUSPICIOUS (for the ill hiding from decontamination)

You look like you've seen better days.

[Offhanded, casual as anything as Sombra inspects her own nails where she's settled nearby: a threat posed only by proximity and commentary. After a beat, she glances upwards purely via her peripheral vision, letting it act as punctuation.

Bright yellow-green is practically everywhere you look lately: spotting someone that isn't a walking bottle of lemon-lime soda— someone that looks tired, wan, pale— well, it's not hard to put two and two together, is it?

Then again, maybe she's wrong. Maybe this is all just an unfortunate misunderstanding...

You might want to tell her that.]

III: YOUR SHADOW

[It's like a nagging itch, that unshakable feeling of being followed, being watched. And maybe it wasn't there at first, but in the quiet lulls where bustling streets go silent— or in the open as a heavy breeze falls short of rustling the local flora— it's hard to feel like you're entirely alone. Something that's doubled in specific areas like Regions two and three of Kauto, near Jack's farm and around the footholds of tall treehouses.

It could be nothing. Plenty of people seem to have been given a multitude of powers, and the occasional echoing snip of something almost digital might be some kind of after effect of it. Someone flitting through time too quickly, a wayward spell— or something else entirely.

Still, whatever it is, it's been tailing you for a while now.]

IV: WILDCARD

[ooc: Want to combine prompts? Want something more specific? Go for it! I left most of the prompts here open to allow for leeway in terms of timelines and interactions, but I'm down for anything, and Sombra is flexible. I also have an open CR post here for direct plotting if that's easier, and I'm willing to write up direct starters for character interactions. :> ]

Comments

Your Shadow

[morethan084]

[Daisy has noticed too, that feeling of being watched. She's learned to trust that feeling over the years and to not just brush it off. Whoever it was, they were trying to toy with her. At least that's the feeling she got, but now, she was toying with them. She purposefully went to a more secluded area in the hopes of luring whoever this was out. She wasn't unarmed either, what with her power.

Slowing her pace to a stop, Daisy keeps her back to whoever it was.]

I've tried to be patient but this is just getting boring. So what do you want?

oh (s)crap

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate isn't a big electronics guy. He'll use the tools that come in handy, GPS units or whatever else, but he likes more reliable gear than the stuff that requires a specialist to repair. But hey, it's fine—he doesn't have to use the gear his client asked him to collect, he just has to bring it back and get paid. And luckily, the security for this business isn't as high-tech as whatever it is he's stealing.

It's turning out to be a good job and he's in a good mood. It doesn't even occur to him that a third party could be anywhere around.]

[vata]

Boring for you, maybe.

[As luck would have it, Daisy doesn't need to look: there's a digitized snap as Sombra shrugs off camouflage with a wave of her claws, only a few steps behind. It's audible, and it's relaxed— as though there's nothing about this interaction that could be considered abnormal in any amount. After a beat, she adds, mildly:]

Me? I'm just enjoying the view.

[It is scenic out here, after all. Nice and secluded. Peaceful.

Not that anyone would actually believe that's why she's standing here now.]

[morethan084]

[Alright, not exactly who she was expecting to see. Then again, was she really expecting to see someone she actually knew? Turning to face her fully, Daisy's eyes roamed over her, searching for any signs of a threat. Well, besides the obvious stalking thing.]

The view?

[Judging by Daisy's tone it's pretty clear she didn't believe that.]

Why are you following me?

[vata]

[The security systems she brings down are flimsy as paper. A chain reaction from the inside out, a few seconds spent latching onto electronic systems that seem about as patchwork as the business itself. Rumor had it they were lucky enough to land themselves something expensive.

Something she needs.

Flexing her claws via entirely uninhibited resourcefulness feels like freedom, feels like chasing the shadow of who she used to be rather than playing the part of a double agent. It's been a long time since Sombra's had the luxury of a target that's a something, rather than a someone. And what she's tracking comes easily, thanks to the implants in her head, the wiring at her fingertips. So easily, in fact, that from where she's crouched in shadow, she almost misses the sight of someone else nearby. A few breaths later and she's at his back, whoever he is— a faint digital flicker in the dark the only sound that comes before she levels her gun in warning. A few inches away.]

Hey there.

[vata]

[Unless bright circuitry is a common sign of hostility here, there's nothing strikingly threatening about Sombra's appearance— aside from the sharpness of her stare. A sort of direct, unflinching attentiveness that seems out of place compared to her posture, her open, clearly unarmed hands.

And then she shrugs.]

You looked like you were headed somewhere interesting. [Which, as if hitting her quota for giving unhelpful responses, is dropped half a second later:] That— and I'm new here.

[Hi.]

[morethan084]

Well usually people around here don't follow someone around with an invisibility cloak on.

[Which, Daisy suspects, is not how she was actually invisible.]

How did you do that anyway?

suspicious is his middle name tbh

[lavelly]

[Lavellan has to laugh, because while he knows he doesn't look the healthiest right now--constant hunger and nausea will do that to you--Sombra has no idea how wrong she is.

Or how right, from another perspective, but it's not a perspective he cares to hold at the moment.]

Do I? [He taps his mouth with mock curiosity.] Concerned for my wellbeing? How kind of you.

[vata]

I could get technical, but then I'd have to kill you.

[Said with a wayward glance towards her nails, head tipped down— just before her eye line flicks back up again, lip curling at the corner.]

Kidding.

[Maybe.]

You have a name, hermosa?

2 real

[vata]

What can I say? I'm a real bleeding heart.

[Sharp, flecked with sarcasm: it'd be obvious to anyone that she's not, in any way, shape, or form. Said as she leans in by degrees, still a good distance away— though clearly invested. ]

I hear they're looking for people like you.

[lavelly]

[Oh, he knows. And he's not intimidated by her crowding into his space, either. He stands his ground and regards her flatly.]

What, are you going to drag me there?

[morethan084]

[Daisy had a feeling she wasn't being serious before she said it, but she wasn't going to laugh at her joke either.]

Might want to lighten up on the fake threats around here. Especially when you're stalking them.

[Yeah. She's still very much on guard.]

Depends. Do you?

[vata]

No.

[And as punctuation, she feigns the most innocent expression for half a beat, dragging one nail across her heart in a gentle little 'x'.]

No offense, mijo, but you look heavy.

[vata]

[Humming out the edge of a scoff (or a laugh, maybe— it's hard to tell), she steps forward, finally, holding out the hand she'd been carefully inspecting before.]

Sombra.

[morethan084]

[Frowning slightly, Daisy looked down at her hand before slowly reaching out to shake it.

People did weird things that were considered normal in their world, but Daisy still wasn't a fan of this.]

Daisy.

How did you do that, Sombra?

[vata]

You don't give up easy, do you?

[It's a sincere question, exhaled with the edge of a grin.]

[morethan084]

And you still haven't answered my question.

[Her hand is back at her side down, eyes not leaving Sombra's.]

I think the least you could do after following me for hours is to at least give me one answer.

[vata]

Digital camouflage. [An oversimplified answer, but it's the only one she's willing to give for free— lifting a few clawed fingers to gesture towards the circuitry that cuts a visible pattern across her skull.

After a beat, her lidded eyes open again, chin tipping upwards.]

Part of who I am.

[morethan084]

[Brows knitting together as she watched Sombra give her an idea of how it worked, Daisy kept her distance.]

So you're a robot?

[lavelly]

That would be all the fine dining. I can't get enough.

[He smiles thinly at her, but he's running out of patience. He hasn't been in the best of moods of late and if she doesn't get to the point soon he's gonna be pissed off.]

What are you really after?

[vata]

[At that, she balks, tongue clicking sharply against the back of her teeth. Compared to much of the world, Sombra doesn't despise the omnics for what happened— doesn't blame them or view them as a liability— La Media Noche was catastrophic, but she grew up in the company of bots and humans alike.

And the family that was taken from her? She doesn't remember enough to care.] If I was, we'd be having a very different conversation right now.

It's just a few upgrades. Everything else? Still very much human.

[sketchycharacter]

[So Nate's not a lock picker. Who cares? It's never hindered him before, and there are other ways of breaking in, including but not limited to shooting out locks. He's at the cabinet where this doohickey is being stored, about to grab it so he can get out and get paid. and while he's focused on his work, he's not oblivious to his surroundings—which means jack in the end, because there's just one small sound, half a sound before a voice comes from somewhere very, very close.

He's gotten this far in life, and by that he means being alive, by trusting his instincts, even when they're screaming at him to do something that seems dumb. Which is why, even though it could get him shot, he moves--not back against whoever this is, not twisting around to face them. He hurls himself to the side, diving to the ground to get away from what he assumes is a gun or other weapon. He'll deal with whatever comes next in a moment.]

[vata]

Nothing.

[Not entirely a lie, not entirely the truth either.]

I'm just wondering why— when there's an epidemic— you're not getting treated for whatever's crawling under your skin.

[Truth be told, she doesn't have any definitive way of knowing he's sick: he could have a legitimate cold, he could be tired, frail— but the opportunity to press someone else unprompted? For a creature as curious (and equally malicious) as she is, it's irresistible.]

[lavelly]

[He knows she doesn't have anything on him, but it doesn't matter. He's not trying to hide anything. He's confident he can take her if she tries anything, and he's not in the business of looking like an easy target.]

Green isn't my color.

your shadow (hope you don't mind a late tag-in!)

[soldiergenes]

[ The most routine part of Snake's life here in Kauto involves walking his dog. It's something that he makes sure to do more or less every day, unless he ends up off-planet for a job for an extended period of time. He's worked something out with a neighbor in that case, and it had taken a good month before he'd trusted someone else who wasn't a fellow ex-Moiran to handle Jaegar.

Cigarette dangling from his mouth, wearing civilian clothes, walking his husky down a sidewalk in Region 1, Snake doesn't cut the figure of someone who's got years of combat and stealth training. Except for the fact that he's in good shape and has some sharp senses.

In other words, it doesn't take him long to realize that he's being tracked by someone, an unseen figure lurking in the shadows, circling around him and slowly but surely closing in. At first he doesn't let on that he's noticed, but he's subtly trying to figure out what's at play here.

When he hears that sound again, closer this time, some sort of technological blip, he turns sharply on his heel. Even then, he sees nothing.

He should have brought his gun with him.

He takes note of the way Jaegar's hackles are up before he calls out to the shadows. Is it Reaper? Liquid? They're the two people he knows of who can disappear into thin air. ]

I know you're there. What do you want?