Be-Al-Do-Hosteen: (N) Nojavo; Rifleman, Sniper.

Autoplay. Indie RP blog for an original, fictional character, Liam Nigel Faraday. Will RP almost any verse. Mun and muse 21+ Written by Gunmun.

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Just McCree things

I’d kill for fanart of McCree like this tbh

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// No messages or replies in 28 days. Guess I can tell where this blog's going.

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      “Yeah, that’s one way of putting it. You’re coming with me.”

He prodded her in the back with the pistol. “Either a freak of nature like that Japanese asshole, or some science experiment. Either way, I need you alive. Talon and JTF wouldn’t do something like this, so we’re gonna figure out everything about you, lady. I’ll tell you when to turn, just start walking.”

He eyed the arms. “.... And do keep that under control. Whatever it is. We can talk about it later- not in the open. Too exposed. So get a move on, if you don’t want to stay out here until you freeze to death.”

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Liam @ everything

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Venus wanted to scream so badly; she wanted nothing more than to lash out if it meant she could get away. Though that was just hopeful thinking, this freezing cold wouldn’t even let her grow her sword or whip from her hand. Besides if she let her emotions go crazy now, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight without a catalyst.

“O-okay! I’ll show you! Just don’t shoot me, I promise it’s not hostile…” Venus’s lips trembled as she rolled down both her sleeves.

She revealed her right arm; it was a forest green color from her elbow to her fingertips. In her hand there were thin vines and flower stems growing from the center of her palm, wrapping itself around her forearm in a messy fashion. Tiny flowers can be seen growing from the stems. Hopefully the stranger would think that this was all harmless and that he wouldn’t shoot her in the head.

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The hell?

     “You’re hiding... plants? How’d you get them to survive in this cold? They edible?” he asked, stomach growling at the thought of fresh vegetable soup.

There were no other words aside from the previously stated ‘what the hell’. It was such an odd sight, Liam had to see for himself. He prodded one of the tiny flowers with his pistol, making sure to keep his finger off the trigger.

     “... I gotta be dreaming, right? This is some frostbite-induced fever dream where some lady waltzes right into my hunting grounds with all manner of fuckin’ plants glued to her arms, yeah?”

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     “Get up.” he growled, moving around behind her. “And put your hands behind your back. I’ll interrogate you somewhere warmer.”. He undid one of the rabbits around his waist, using the rope to instead begin to bind her wrists.

Was... something moving under there?

Liam took a step back, slinging the rifle over his back and instead drawing his Browning. “What’s under there? Go on, spit it out! Show it!”  as he aimed his pistol square at the woman’s back.

Some kind of bioweapon? He knew Talon was attempting various experiments, but to test it on him? He was almost flattered that they found him that important.

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     “Affirmative.”

Liam hopped out of the truck, hands screaming as they were brought back into the cold. He blew into them, hoping the warm air from his lungs would do some good to keep them safe. Didn’t seem to do much.

In the back of the truck was the duffel bag, zipped partially closed. Wincing with preemptive pain, Liam reached over and began unzipping the bag with his blue fingers.

Bad idea.

He nearly teared up at the pain of just trying to pull the damn thing open, much less messing with the rifle itself. He needed adrenaline. Or an extra set of hands. The bag was eventually opened, but Liam knew he couldn’t mess with the intricate weapon with the current state of his hands, as shaky as they were.

    “Soldier, mind lending me a hand? Rather literally, mind you.” he tried to joke, but only ended up with a swear. “God damn, my hands hurt. Just need you to push a few buttons, is all.”

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honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

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   “That’s good.” Liam grumbled, keeping his rifle up as he made his way over to the target in the snow.

  “Now, tell me where you’re from. Eyes down, don’t you dare even come up for air. We’ll find out real quick who you work for, eh?” He didn’t believe for a second that she was alone, much less some innocent walking in the forest all alone, this deep in the wilderness.

     “Either you’re the most lost person on the planet right now, or you got backup just waiting for me. So spill it, how many guys you got marching around here?”

He paused.

    “If you really are lost, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about, and I can help. But not until I know who you are and where you’re from.”

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Road Hog is getting nerfed

Ana is getting nerfed in regards to healing against targets with ‘large health pools’ aka Roadie

Whats the point of this game anymore

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me: no i'm not

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The Hand that Feeds (Closed RP with saiintmxrcy)

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The Sniper nodded, choosing the bed against the back wall. His stride was irregular, odd. It was only now he noticed how choppy his gait was, as if his body was reverting to an infantile state of motion. While embarrassed somewhat, he realized there was practically nothing he could do about it at the moment.

     “Long story. I’d be happy to tell you as we go, if you want.”

He sat upon the medical bed, or rather, threw himself upon it. Every step, every palpitation of his heart, was like a thousand needles shooting through each of his limbs. He’d felt worse, but not the same kind of pain as this. He prayed an amputation wasn’t needed.

     “I’ve been, uh, living in a tent in the tundra. Canada to be specific, right along the Alaskan border. I think I’ve been there... nine months now.” he cringed as he tried to undo the laces on his boots, but each touch with his fingers made him want to whimper in pain.

     ‘Get ahold of yourself, Liam.’ He internalized. ‘Don’t lose it over a little boo boo.’

He eyed the doctor for a moment, more specifically, her holopad. While tech like that wasn’t uncommon, it was sure as hell expensive. Overwatch must be doing well for themselves if they can maintain stuff like that.

The bulky rifle banged against the wall of the medical bay as he fidgeted, and he felt compelled to explain. “Don’t worry.” he looked up at the doctor and her aide, giving both of them a smile which more accurately represented a grimace, “It’s unloaded. I don’t think I would have made it this far if it wasn’t. Long story with that, too, if you’re interested. Until then, I’m sorry to ask but I really can’t seem to get my boots off. Little help?”