[closed] come upstairs and I'll show you

[vata]

Who: A shrike and a digital ghost
When: post October plot
Where: the library
What: Someone's found something that doesn't belong to her...and intends to put it to good use
Warnings: NA, will add as needed

[Sombra could wait longer, if she wanted to. She knows that much. Information is like money, after all: the longer you hold onto your investment, the more it grows— but in this case, with obviously personal valuables flickering into the station at random, there's no telling whether or not they'll disappear just as quickly. Tipping her hand early means that if that does eventually happen, she'll at least have a bluff to her name.

Tracking Ana isn't as easy as shadowing Morrison or Oxton, but in close quarters, Sombra's surveillance has a chance to shine. She finds her in the library, pouring over something dated and interesting, looking surprisingly at ease in their new, involuntary home.

She's silent when she creeps up behind her, waiting until they're close enough to touch to decloak— her arms folded and rested across the back of the chair Ana's currently inhabiting.] Relaxing?

Comments

[sleepdarts]

( she manages, barely, to not jump. there were no signs of the woman's approach, though she's been at the game long enough to not flinch at every sudden thing.

she sighs, knowing that sombra could have found any other way to approach her but did so this way for effect, or reaction. something that ana isn't particularly willing to give her )

I had been.

( hard to now when there was a pest hanging around )

Though I'm sure you already knew that.

( just to let her know that she knows the woman has probably rigged something up here, even if it's not directly related to ana and jack )

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I know a lot of things, vieja. [Not a surprising revelation, she knows— but it's an easy segue into the conversation she's come here to have. The silence doesn't last long, and neither does Ana's uninterrupted eyeline.

Clawed fingers hold out a familiar looking projector. It hovers just at the edge of Amari's peripheral vision, a few inches away from her face. Something to focus on, if she isn't too wary of something glinting and metallic nearby.]

Like who this belongs to.

[sleepdarts]

( she knows what it is, and there's no doubt that sombra also knows. she doesn't grab for it. as treasured as it is ana doesn't want to give her any (more) advantages )

What do you want?

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Your cooperation.

You play nice for me, and I’ll give you this. [Her hold on the projector shifts, pressing that cool circle of polished metal back against her own palm as she moves to pocket it— still coiled behind Amari like a snake.]

And I think you do want to play nice for me, don’t you?

[A few claws slide up to graze the underside of Ana’s throat, feather-light and as malicious as bared fangs.]

[sleepdarts]

( you know she'd have probably been more willing to if the way sombra presented it was different, but even so she doesn't want the projector in talon's hands )

Cooperation with what?

( she moves now, pulling herself from sombra's hand but more to turn and look at the woman. she wants to see what she's getting inyo )

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Everything.

[And anything— though that part's left unsaid as she leans forward to carefully brush a lone strand of silvery-white hair away from Ana's face, her own nose crinkled from the press of a sharp grin.]

You're a clever woman. And I happen to know for a fact that your friends trust you.

[Deeply, if her hunch is correct.] So. All you have to do is agree to be my own personal informant.

[sleepdarts]

It's a steep price.

( as prized as the hologram is it was a lot to ask for. every piece of information that she had?

You're asking for more than you offer.

[vata]

I don't think so.

[But then again, she wouldn't.] Can anyone really put a price on the memory of their children?

Don't worry, hermosa, I don't call in favors all the time. Maybe once a month. Maybe once a year— I have eyes, I have ears. I can use them on my own.

So. [Her palm opens again, the little projector offered up as a physical contract, its contours laced with violet circuitry.]

What do you say?

[sleepdarts]

( plenty of memories ana has, and she's spent many, many nights looking at the projector, but in terms of things that ana has of her daughter this is it. she hasn't seen fareeha in years, minus the short span when they'd both been on thisavrou. this is her one link to her daughter.

so ana holds out her hand for it, though she still looks none too happy about the deal )

If it's altered your deal is off.

( and whilst ana isn't tech-savvy like sombra she knows the projection enough to believe that she could figure it out )