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thisavrou_log2017-11-03 09:00 pm
tinkerhell) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-11-03 09:00 pm
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Who: Reaper and YOU
When: End of October
Where: See prompts
What: Catch all for miniplot (and possibly beyond)
Warnings: None...yet
ooc: feel free to wildcard, or plurk/pm if you want to do something different
[He'd never been much of a music man. There was always too much to do, not enough time to discover and search. His soundtrack of choice hadn't changed much since he was a young man, and it didn't do much for him these days anyway. That said, having new and unfamiliar mixes of music available was doing wonders for his focus.
Recent goings on had made it difficult to concentrate in complete silence -- his mind would wander to things he could have done differently, things he might have forgotten, maybe a twitching in a muscle that he couldn't consciously stop. He was going crazy, crazier than he already was, just sitting still.
He'd been given a lot to think about recently.
At any time of the day, Reaper can be found sitting with a datapad, a croissant in some various state of consumption, and a nearly full glass of some kind of alcohol. The old TAB sits uselessly on the table beside the datapad, half dissected with most of its parts still in tact in spite of the fact that its guts have been pulled from its shell.
He doesn't look up when there are footsteps until they cross some invisible line, and then he pauses exactly what he's doing to look up and stare silently, waiting for some sort of introduction. If the person doesn't take the silence, Reaper will speak up himself:]
Enjoying the scenery switch? Not like we've been here for more than a few days. Probably. Who can tell when you're in space?
When: End of October
Where: See prompts
What: Catch all for miniplot (and possibly beyond)
Warnings: None...yet
ooc: feel free to wildcard, or plurk/pm if you want to do something different
[He'd never been much of a music man. There was always too much to do, not enough time to discover and search. His soundtrack of choice hadn't changed much since he was a young man, and it didn't do much for him these days anyway. That said, having new and unfamiliar mixes of music available was doing wonders for his focus.
Recent goings on had made it difficult to concentrate in complete silence -- his mind would wander to things he could have done differently, things he might have forgotten, maybe a twitching in a muscle that he couldn't consciously stop. He was going crazy, crazier than he already was, just sitting still.
He'd been given a lot to think about recently.
At any time of the day, Reaper can be found sitting with a datapad, a croissant in some various state of consumption, and a nearly full glass of some kind of alcohol. The old TAB sits uselessly on the table beside the datapad, half dissected with most of its parts still in tact in spite of the fact that its guts have been pulled from its shell.
He doesn't look up when there are footsteps until they cross some invisible line, and then he pauses exactly what he's doing to look up and stare silently, waiting for some sort of introduction. If the person doesn't take the silence, Reaper will speak up himself:]
Enjoying the scenery switch? Not like we've been here for more than a few days. Probably. Who can tell when you're in space?
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This is different.
[There is no mission to complete here, no goal in sight except to preserve what he has somehow managed to build—
But then, this was Ana’s ‘whatever it takes’ mission, wasn’t it? He isn’t sure what to do with that revelation.]
no subject
( if it had to be mission parameters-y )
It's your choice at the end. I'm just giving you options.
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[Everything was easier to think about in mission-parameters for him -- that had been his entire adult life, after all.
Right now, he just wants to rest. But they're clearly not going to stop, and threatening them within an inch of their life (even killing them) hadn't worked. That spoke of a sort of loyalty he thought he'd lost.
It's worth trying to preserve, until something tells him otherwise.]
Don't ever let her catch you. Either of them. They're both watching.
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( she'd been a ghost for years, keeping her own identity hidden and the fact that she was even alive. if ana could manage that she could do this. things were closer quarters, and sombra would specifically be watching them all, but ana had been at this longer than her, and there were some things that you couldn't hack )
It'll work.
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[True, she was better than Jack when it came to disappearing, but he didn’t believe it would translate over to Avagi. Maybe once they landed somewhere.
He glances down at the photo again, and something ugly rises in his throat. Even if things had changed since he had landed on the Moira, it was impossible for him to forget that he had been left to torcherously regenerate into a horrible monster.
That was difficult to forgive, even now. Probably as difficult to forgive as the fact that Reyes had gone rogue in the first place.]
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( she had more than enough confidence for that, or maybe bravado. some of it was just a cover, to prevent him noticing any fears she may have over widowmaker or their situation, but she was determined to try this )
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But there were still no doubt in his mind that neither Ana or Jack would be able to run with him to the finish line. They were bound by morals and concern for the long term. Reaper was absent of all of those things. He might have gone through a lot of changes, but that wasn't one of them.
He reaches to push the photo back toward her, feeling indescribably heavy.]