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thisavrou_log2017-08-08 04:32 pm
tinkerhell) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-08-08 04:32 pm
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Who: Reaper and YOU (Closed prompt for Sombra)
When: Several hours after this
Where: Talon Tower and across the first three Regions of Kauto
What: Homeward bound.
Warnings: None (probably)
(OPEN TO ANYONE IN REGIONS 1, 2, AND 3)
[His wounds have stopped smoking by now. There weren't many of them -- Jack had only managed to land a few shots himself, and the ones Ana had taken at close range were inflicted with a side-arm, rather than a high powered rifle. Some extra dents in his body armor, some burned leather. Nothing unusual.
That said, Reaper has decided to take his return trek home on foot. Not because he is trying to avoid detection, but to savor the calm he's found in Jack Morrison's death. He'd been working at it for so long that he had almost forgotten what life was like before he gave a damn. Ana's reaction had been predictable, but no less disappointing. To say he wasn't angry for it would have been a lie.
But it didn't matter. She could tend to the farm alone for a few weeks before he would pay her another visit. After loneliness had a chance to settle in again.
He adjusts his empty pack over his shoulder and ties it in place as he steps off the path to explore something that catches his eye on occasion. He can also be spotted reloading a strange clip into a very alien-looking pistol. Or maybe you've just spotted him brooding in one spot on his long journey. Either way, he doesn't look particularly busy -- or maybe, to someone else, he looks like someone who needs a job.]
(SOMBRA)
[Reaper returns without ceremony. The empty bag is thrown to the side of the door, and his steel toed boots carry him to the kitchen, where he chooses to sit and put his feet up on the table. His hands fold over his stomach. By now, he has seen that Jack's death had not stuck, and he isn't quite sure how to deal with that information. If he could not truly die (for he had, Reaper had felt every ounce of life draining from him until he had mercifully ended it himself)_, then no shuttled through the Ingress could.
Not really.
It means that his exercise in leaving Ana to slowly die alone as he had was useless. All the months he had spent, all the blood he had shed to get the upper hand on Jack, wasted. He cannot decide between simmering fury, and exhaustion.
He should have killed her then. But it wouldn't have mattered. And that's the thought that continuously loops in his head even as Sombra appears in the room across from him.]
When: Several hours after this
Where: Talon Tower and across the first three Regions of Kauto
What: Homeward bound.
Warnings: None (probably)
(OPEN TO ANYONE IN REGIONS 1, 2, AND 3)
[His wounds have stopped smoking by now. There weren't many of them -- Jack had only managed to land a few shots himself, and the ones Ana had taken at close range were inflicted with a side-arm, rather than a high powered rifle. Some extra dents in his body armor, some burned leather. Nothing unusual.
That said, Reaper has decided to take his return trek home on foot. Not because he is trying to avoid detection, but to savor the calm he's found in Jack Morrison's death. He'd been working at it for so long that he had almost forgotten what life was like before he gave a damn. Ana's reaction had been predictable, but no less disappointing. To say he wasn't angry for it would have been a lie.
But it didn't matter. She could tend to the farm alone for a few weeks before he would pay her another visit. After loneliness had a chance to settle in again.
He adjusts his empty pack over his shoulder and ties it in place as he steps off the path to explore something that catches his eye on occasion. He can also be spotted reloading a strange clip into a very alien-looking pistol. Or maybe you've just spotted him brooding in one spot on his long journey. Either way, he doesn't look particularly busy -- or maybe, to someone else, he looks like someone who needs a job.]
(SOMBRA)
[Reaper returns without ceremony. The empty bag is thrown to the side of the door, and his steel toed boots carry him to the kitchen, where he chooses to sit and put his feet up on the table. His hands fold over his stomach. By now, he has seen that Jack's death had not stuck, and he isn't quite sure how to deal with that information. If he could not truly die (for he had, Reaper had felt every ounce of life draining from him until he had mercifully ended it himself)_, then no shuttled through the Ingress could.
Not really.
It means that his exercise in leaving Ana to slowly die alone as he had was useless. All the months he had spent, all the blood he had shed to get the upper hand on Jack, wasted. He cannot decide between simmering fury, and exhaustion.
He should have killed her then. But it wouldn't have mattered. And that's the thought that continuously loops in his head even as Sombra appears in the room across from him.]
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[It's not charming, it's not friendly— her expression pressed thin as she steps into the lit half of the kitchen, out of the shadows just across the way. In her hand she's holding a spare scrap of metal, something mechanical, forcibly dislodged. One of the chronal accelerator's final remaining panels, though he might not recognize it on its own.]
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[Or maybe he did, and he really did forget. He's not concerned with it. Lazily, he lifts his head to glance at what she is holding.
He's already seen her noise on the network. He knows exactly what she is holding.]
Where was she?
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[By the time she reaches him, it's dropped down onto the table beside where his legs are resting. Between that gesture as puctuation and the lack of humor in her tone, it's proof enough for anyone that she did her part in keeping their territory locked down.
With cruel enthusiasm, even.
Sombra reaches into her back pocket, pulling out her tab and holding it out towards him— her conversation with Jack Morrison already archived and highlighted.]
Did you see this?
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Of course he had seen it.]
If you have something to say to me, say it.
[There's a heavier growl to his tone.]
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She puts her tab away, folds her arms in a standing mirror of his own stubborn pose.]
Did you kill Jack Morrison?
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And now she would doubt him? Dare to call him a liar?]
With my bare hands.
[The tone he uses is a warning all its own. Challenge him on this. He is already one short sneeze from losing his barely controlled grip as it is.]
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He's intimidating, but they're allies. And right now? She's got a valid point to make.]
Then how is he still alive?
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[He stands there, a large wall for another few moments before he forces himself to sit back down in the chair, causing its legs to crunch under the force of him.
Because if he doesn't, he'll take his anger out on her instead.]
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Always her eyes are habitually trained on the future. On their next steps.
Where he sits down, she leans back against the counter, hopefully alleviating the pressure he seems to be hoarding all on his own.]
Did your serum malfunction? Do you think Ana saved him after you left?
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[He'd heard of other people coming back some times, never specifically from when they were dead -- but he supposes if he could do it, maybe anyone could.]
She watched him die, same as I did.
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They're going to come here. You know that, right?
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[Jack couldn't kill him. Even with him having pulled the trigger himself, he has no reason to believe anything has changed. And without his help, Ana wouldn't be able to do it alone.]
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Para mí.
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[He was less than impressed with all that BY THE WAY.]
Calm down. I wouldn't just let them kill you.
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[She was less than impressed with that, by the way.]
I'm not afraid of them killing me. I know how to handle myself. [The accelerator's waved as a testament to her statement before she moves to tuck it back into the inner pocket of her coat.] You don't see Tracer making posts on the network, do you?
What I want is to make sure they don't undo making Lena Oxton a thing of the past. [Which is where Gabriel comes in— if he isn't too bitter to listen to Talon's hired brains.]
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He doesn't have to listen to any of this. If he couldn't kill Jack, there was no point in hunting the others. They would find their way back, just like he did.
Reaper felt his neck snap in his arms. He knows what he did. And whatever Sombra was doing to Lena wouldn't come close to what he had managed.]
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[She knows she's pushed him too far even before he shoves his way out of the room. A mistake pointlessly made thanks to falling for the same tactics she usually employs against her enemies.
She could follow him. Apologize in her own way. Explain what's really going on, or tell him that she (briefly) thought he might be dead during the back and forth across the network.
Instead she kicks off the light in the kitchen, heading back to her study to finish ripping apart the accelerator. Those parts need to be scattered first— with or without his help. The security systems she'll handle herself. After that, if there's time...
Well. First things first.]
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For that reason, he glances down an alley and spots a dark figure standing, alone and silent near one of the dumpsters. Snake pauses, eyes adjusting to the dimness of the alley until he can recognize the shape of that coat and the metal plating down the spine.
Reaper. Gabriel Reyes. It's been a while.
Snake's never once seen him lurking around this region since they settled down here. He hasn't actually seen him since their encounter on the Midway Hub, so his presence here is suspicious to see the least.
Snake ties his dog up to one of the street lamps and then ventures into the alley alone, arms held loose at his sides but ready to grab for a weapon at a moment's notice. He can tell that Reaper is fiddling with something, even though his back is turned. ]
Didn't expect to find you around here.
[ What are you up to, spooky ghost? ]
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He closes some of the distance and glances out of the alley at Jaegar for a brief moment. Dogs didn't take to him much anymore, so he can't say he's sorry that he's chosen to tie him up.]
Duty calls.
[Mercenary work sent him everywhere. It wasn't as if he was ever good for anything but murder and extraction -- it was never a secret. He also hasn't forgotten the last time they had seen one another.]
Been a while.
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Snake doesn't pay Jaegar any attention for now, not wanting to remove his gaze from Reaper for even a moment. He may have put his gun away, but that doesn't make him any less dangerous. Snake's seen firsthand what Reyes can do. ]
Yeah. Wasn't even sure if you were still around. [ Angela and Jack hadn't made any mentions of him causing trouble. Angela, at the least, would have said something. Jack and Snake had a brief conversation about Reaper back on the asteroid, but it had all been hypothetical.
As expected, his body is still as strange as ever. ]
Been keeping your head down?
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[There is no defensiveness in his tone. Rather, he is matter-of-fact, squaring off Snake's refusal to take his eyes off of him. It wasn't really a secret that Reaper had no friends to keep him occupied, but he had rarely ever been forthcoming with his reasons for doing different things. He wasn't about to start now.]
Odd jobs aren't exactly hard to come by here.
[If you could call killing Jack Morrison and odd job. The inside of his gauntlets are still stained red from where he had coughed blood onto them shortly before snapping his neck.]
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He doesn't seem particularly stable, to say the least. ]
Odd jobs. [ He echoes the statement, then catches a glimpse of that dull red on Reaper's gauntlet. Snake isn't one to shy away from the sight of blood, and he's got plenty of it on him too. But there's nothing that isn't shady about this. ]
And here I thought the Savrii didn't approve of violence.
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[Didn't stop him, or Snake, or anyone else. Still, Reaper realizes suddenly that he isn't looking to brag, and for some reason that doesn't seem right. He had achieved a goal he had been hunting for longer than he could remember -- it was over. Anything anyone did or said to him now wouldn't matter.
So why didn't he just come out and admit it?]
I can't say I trend toward popular opinion. Doesn't keep food on the table.
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To make light of killing is something that he can't abide. Yes, he's killed plenty of people in his lifetime, but never once did he take it lightly. It rubs him the wrong way.
He narrows his eyes, taking another step toward Reaper. ]
You've heard what happens if someone gets caught breaking the rules around here, right?
[ It's not exactly meant as a threat. What's gone on behind the scenes isn't common knowledge, and Snake only knows what Miller's told him. ]
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There's nothing these people can do to me that hasn't already been done.
[Dramatic? Maybe a little. But now that he's opened up the field for the question, Reaper decides to take it.]
But go ahead. Enlighten me.
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Solid and confident and satisfied, somehow. Snake glances at the traces of blood again. ]
Sure, your body's been put through the wringer, but from what I've heard? It's your mind that they go after here.
[ Which is a whole lot worse, as far as Snake's concerned. Somehow he doesn't think Reyes would argue that point with him, regardless of what he's suffered. ]
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He'd allowed it recently only to ensure he got the ending he wanted for Jack when he went after him.]
Truth be told, there's not much of that left either.
[Snake can't see the manic grin, but it translates in his voice.]
Consider yourself heard.
[Heard, but maybe not acknowledged.]
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You can't say I didn't warn you.
[ Snake lifts his hands up, as if washing himself clean of the entire incident. He isn't going to report the guy to the authorities, despite the fact that he's caught him red-handed. For all that Reaper is bad news, the Savrii remain the enemy in Snake's mind, and he isn't malicious enough to throw him to them. ]
Had any more run-ins with Morrison?
[ If only he knew. But given how deadset Reaper had been to harm Jack before, it would be remiss not to ask. ]