Empty Gold (ap.)

if the morning light don't steal our soul ind. overwatch original character. selective & private. by tepid.

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keep on dancing! put your hands up! don’t stop movin! buddy!

                      — A party junkie baring their true instincts

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“Oi, it better be no fight.”

He lets her by, but eyes her all the same. He doesn’t trust no other junkers, with the spare exception of Roadie.Too many damn bad experiences, in his mind. And her damn cocky-assed grin was really starting to irk him.

He points over to a desolate corner bare of everything except a board of wood.

“Laying low? You stay ovar there. I got you in my SIGHTS, ya hear me?”

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She let out a small snicker and moseyed her way to the corner, sliding down the wall with a thump. Her half-smirk grin remained on her face as she stared at the other junker with ice blue eyes. She was surprised with how hostile he acted towards her that he would even let her pass in the first place.

“Y’know, for someone who acted very host’oile just now. You seem to have let me through easily.”

She let out a small cackle.

“Any reason wh’oi?”

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           “ Paint. It’s an act with my troupe. ” A flicker of her poison - tongue, comedy dripping from the thorns that bleed ( How ugly they bloom: Tender teeth as she reminds herself why she’s here ), her mouth lined with silver as she lies and lies and lies, “ If I told you I was here for something else entirely, would you believe me ? ” She was bait, aimed to keep ‘ Ichor ’ busy enough that they too, could steal these chemicals and pin it on the poor girl. “ We’ve heard all about you in the papers. ”

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❝ Uh huh. Sure it is. ❞

The girl wasn’t buying the whole paint lie. It looked to real to be paint. Paint had a sort of opaque look that everyone is familiar with. But her skin had a shine too it that paint usually didn’t have. She decided it wouldn’t do her much good to press any further. She cocked her head to the side at the question, just what did she mean?

❝ Maybe, maybe not. Oi’m quite the keen girl Miss. Sn’oiper. The radiation didn’t kill all m’oi brain cells. ❞

The one thing that differs her from most cases was her ability to actual perform chemistry rather than blow everything up with wrong solutions. She knew how to conduct an acid, how to create oxides, sulfates and gasses. Carbonates, peroxides. Pure poison. She could conduct them all as if she was a real chemist. However at the end of the day she lights them on fire in a beautiful array of color and toxic fumes.

❝ It’s not l’oike oi’m gonna out ya to the heelers or anythin’ ❞

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The Glow Through the Trees, Australia

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@abouquetoflillies

❝ It’s not m’fault! Oi- Oi didn’t know this would ‘appen! ❞

The Australian girl gripped her arm as it bled. The building she was in previously burst in flames. This was the one time she didn’t mean to actually light a building on fire. Though it was pretty and enjoyable for a short time. The gas explosion from the canisters inside the warehouse threw shrapnel everywhere that clipped the woman hard. Now here she was on the ground, luckily she was carrying her gear in bags when the explosion started.

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“I’D STAY OUT OF MY JUNK-”

                                                 “IF I WERE YOU.”

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❝ Now y’listen here. ❞

She backed away slightly, her shit eating grin replacing her content one. Another junker huh? It’s always a risky game to try and fight another junker. She was considerably weaker than most. The first keeps distance between her and most. So she’d rather avoid a conflict now.

❝ Oi ain’t here to f’oight. Oi’m not here to steal nothin’ either. Actually oi’m just looking for a place to lay low frankly. ❞

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@dva0nline

❝ Hey girly! Whats that y’got there? ❞

Now that was interesting! Big and pink. And completely mechanical. It would be good for parts, Nero was sure. She approached the young Korean on base and examined it. Overwatch has granted her access in staying on base for a short time. Free shelter was always a blessing. So while she enjoyed a bed, food and water. She might as well try to take the place apart limb by limb for parts.

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@xlacroix

The junker ran for her life. This was such a new place to her, she didn’t know there was anything beyond the Outback. Lush greens and mechanical greys. As opposed to the rusted out browns that covered metal in the Outback. Everything was so wonderful and new.

And she wanted to see it in flames.

This was her first taste of authority. Police. She ran, she ran and she ran until she couldn’t run anymore. She nearly bareled herself through and open door and stared up at the occupant inside.

❝ Well g’day mate! Sorry for droppin’ in but oi need to borrow ya shelter for a moment. ❞

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How curious. That was a surprise, coming from the Junker. Kain gave her a nod in response to her words, tapping the side of his forehead for emphasis. “Exactly. Like a tiny computer in my head, synced with my brain. Helps me think faster than anyone else.”

“I get the feeling you’re not just another scavenger looking for scrap in what’s left of this country.” He eventually came to the question he intended to ask, although why he was asking, Kain would grapple with that particular notion long after their conversation had concluded. “Nice to meet you, miss. The name’s Flynt. And you are…?”

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She let out a small cackle. She wasn’t very different from junkers except for her intelligence. She let out a small tsk and grinned widely.

❝ Sorry t’burst y’bubble. But oi am. Oi’m just a really smart junker. Besides being a scavenging mastermind criminal, oi’m a scientist. A chemist specifically. But that’s it, that’s where m’oi difference ends. Bes’oides that? Oi’m just a junker. ❞

She’s never had anyone question her knowledge like that before. But it was true what she said, she was only a junker with an advanced knowledge of all things scientific. After all that’s all she’ll scavenge for in the Outback. Burnt science text books, ruined labs with experiments she try to replicate, and here in America she’ll steal more and more books and slowly form a way to actually handle weapons without ruining them or causing them to combust. Which is why her weapons work as well as if they were manufactures by someone sane.

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@green-eyes-and-irish-lace

❝ Listen mate. Oi ain’t doing any kinda illegal experiments here. Oi’m just a chemist. Oi dunno who sent you but there’s nothing here for you. Was it those Overwatch blokes? Tell them to suck it for me. Oi’ve done nothing illegal here. ❞

Nero hissed a bit as the abandoned building she took shelter in was broken into. With a small shoddy chemist lab set up, of course people would think she was being shady. But she didn’t expect someone to actually try and bust her. Those Overwatch assholes must of sent this woman. The organziation’s been on her ass for a while now.

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@heroisch

It was in the later hours of the day, two institutes was a good number. Though her highest hits have been four in one day. The junker girl carried a sack filled with jars of multi colored caustic, radioactive and corrosive chemicals that she was going to use for her flame thrower. However she had to test the flammability of these chemicals. If one didn’t cut, then she’ll just sell it to those black market folks. Sometimes the things she gets are just useless. The wide grin on her face was apparent enough to any passerby’s that she was either very happy or the chemical using maniac Ichor. It was usually the latter.

With a skip in her step, she failed to notice the hulking form of a man in front of her. It felt like she ran into a brick wall.

Backing up slightly, she addressed the man and tilted her head.

❝ G’day! Pardon me. ❞

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His eyes narrowed slightly at her question. Junkrat had a small feeling that Nero was prepared to ask such a thing. It wouldn’t be the first time a Junker had asked to tag along with them. Normally though, the person asking just ended up dead. They had no room for moochers.

He was about to interrupt the woman and say no right off the bat, but she went on to say that she would share how to make her grenades. Something he was going to ask for anyway. Still, the offer wasn’t enough for him to want to invite her along.

Besides, they already had to support two people.

❛ You’re gonna have t’ do better than that. ❜

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She paused for a moment, better huh? What did she have to offer, what did she have to offer...

❝ There’s a lot of reasons why more numbers would work. And I can tell ya r’oight now that I’m not asking this cause I’m incapable of handlin’ myself. You have someone around you to keep y’grounded. Me? Oi got no one- oi got free reign to do whatever oi want, to destroy whatever oi want. But unl’oike you, oi’m alone in this. Oi don’t know which one’s eatin’ at me more, radiation or crippling solitude. ❞

❝ If y’don’t want me around, f’oine, oi understand. Two people is already hard enough to take care of. But with me around you’d have less chance of being constantly trailed at. Nobody would suspect a melted doorway until it’s too late. What oi do can be considerably stealthy, which is why oi’m here r’oight now and not in a maximum secure prison. ❞

❝ Oi can do dealings too, if a chemical oi got doesn’t work out, oi sell it for big cash. Oi get people comin’ up to me offering hundreds, sometimes even thousands for the caustic materials oi have on my person. And if someone tries to dupe me, well, their skin makes nice charcoal. ❞

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@manoranxmal

The junker girl was rummaging around in a junkyard. More or less, no rotting food or old mattresses. No, this yard had scrap metal, broken radios, broke tvs. Things you would find in junker heaven. She was rummaging around in a small pile when she heard foot steps behind her. She paused for a moment and glanced at the flame thrower that was with her inside the pile. She grabbed it quietly and poked her head out, giving a cheeky smile.

❝ Oi! Y’here to rummage around too? This p’oile’s got lots of room. ❞

Maybe the other was friendly.

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Did it matter if he showed it to her? Considering the blasted, isolated wasteland that Australia had become, would letting one radiation-addled Junker in on his plans compromise them? If there was a chance in hell it might bite him in the ass, Kain knew that he shouldn’t do it…but honestly, with an organization as dangerous as Talon on his trail, he needed every ally he could find. Even radiation-addled Junkers.

He took a moment to upload the files into his wetware implants, ensuring that he had a copy of everything before turning the datapad over in his palm so that the woman could see it.

“Nothing so…dramatic.” He chuckled, quietly suppressing a stronger reaction to the Junker’s fascination with destruction. Were all Australians like this? “Just an upgrade to a neural cybernetic interface that improves processing by roughly twice as much.”

“You can have it, if you like. I imagine it’s good for parts.” He flipped the datapad around, offering it to her.

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The junker grinned widely as she looked at the schematics. Well this is fancy. Neural cybernetics huh. That was. She knew what those were. Something to do with brain activity? The junker girl grinned as she snatched the data pad, grinning to the other like she knew him for years. This guy wasn’t so bad, he knew how to appeal to a girl.

❝ You sure know how to appeal to a sheila don’tcha? ❞

She looked over the data pad again and looked at the other.

❝ So this neural cybernetic interface. Oi’m gonna guess it’s got somethin’ to do with y’head? Oi know neural’s got something to do with y’nervous system and y’brain controls all that. ❞

The mistake people make when assuming Nero, is that she was just an impressionable junker who wants nothing more to set first to the world. And that is true, she does. But, she’s also a scientist. She understands formulas and equations and what happens when two chemicals mix together. The only order left in the disorder of her mind is her ability to be a scientist. So neural cybernetic interface was words Nero was slightly familiar with, however not together in a sentence.

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The guards had easily gotten past the tables he had kicked at them. Swearing, Junkrat picked up the pace, not looking back when his partner threw something in their general direction. Looking back would waste time, he had learned that a long time ago. Even in life itself, there was no looking back. It was a waste of his precious time.

The two stopped once they were far from the building and in a place where they would be difficult to find. Junkrat tried to gently set the food on the ground as he leaned against a large tree with a huff, though it ended up just falling to the ground. He was exhausted from the running, shaking very slightly as he attempted to catch his breath.

Glancing over at Nero, he tipped his head as she spoke, then gave her  a slightly nod to acknowledge the thank you. He was unable to speak for a short time and eventually had to force himself to slow his breathing. After a moment, the girl asked a question that got him to open his eyes, which he hadn’t realized that he had closed in the first place.

❛ Hm? What? ❜

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❝ Oi know y’have a buddy with ya, roight? Well ah, oi was wonderin’ if you had any room in y’pack for a sheila. ❞

The hesitancy in her voice could be heard, she didn’t want to upset the other at the very last minute. If she couldn’t join them, it would be a good idea to have some sort of allies in the off chance they would meet again. She was more than capable of handling herself of course. But she just, hated the solitude. She had no one to talk to, no friends. Of course friends weren’t something she had to begin with. But she had allies at one point, good ones. Though she always seemed to pick the wrong ones to stay with because they always seem to bite her in the ass.

She glanced away, rubbing the back of her neck slightly. It was always about rewards when it came to stuff like these, she had to think of something, a good trade of. Something that would appear to the Aussie.

❝ Packs always work well in big numbers- the more people means th’ more food y’can carry and the more water y’can carry. Er- ❞

Think of something Nero.

❝ Oi can share the schematics for m’oi grenades- oi noticed you’re a real stickler for bombs and explosions. These babies when paired with f’oire pack a real good punch. ❞

She hoped to god that was enough.

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“ Woah. Really ━ ? Your parents sure picked an interesting name for you, dearie. I personally would have chosen something as cute as yourself ! Look at your black tuft, for example. [ She pointed at it. ] I think ‘schwarzie’ totally suit you. ‘Schwarz’ means ‘black’ in german, after all ♥ ”

[ Calling a child after a pyromaniac emperor didn’t quite strike as a good idea to Lolita at first, however, she mustn’t forget she did take her new name from a style of clothing … That’s why the girl shrugged it off and came to the conclusion that she really shouldn’t be judging the others’ choices: maybe it had another, deeper meaning behind it ? Yeah, it had to.  And, speaking about names, she was still trying to figure out WHERE she could have heard the girl’s second one, ‘Ichor’. Because, the more Lolly mentally repeated it, the more it started to sound rather familiar. ]

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Truth be told her real name wasn’t even Nero. But she wasn’t about to tell the other that. Nobody knew her real name but herself and her deceased family. But the dead can’t speak, so she’s safe. She raised an eyebrow and looked at the black tuft of hair. She doesn’t quite remember but she does know black used to be her natural color. Schwarzie. What kind of name is that? Though frankly she didn’t really have a problem with it.

❝ Schwarzie? Well oi’ll take it. Though oi still l’oike Nero much better, but oi’ll make an exception in this case. ❞

A small cackle left the girls lips as she grinned. A maniacal grin that could be recognized from a mile away. No one could mistake her after all, anyone who had ever watched the news more than once had heard of a story on the infamous pyromaniac Ichor. The woman who infiltrates science institutes and steals all caustic and dangerous chemicals on the intent on setting them on fire. No one has lived one of her attacks to say what happens, so no one can ever be sure when she’ll strike and how she does it. Because she always seems to have a new trick up her sleeve every time.

❝ Ah you’re quite the card aren’t ya! Haven’t had such pleasant company in a long wh’oile. ❞