SAVIOR.

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flightless;; reindhardt is literally a norn and you cant tell me otherwise

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Just as a little thing in case people didn’t know, (Especially to my fellow Mercy blogs o / ) Mercy’s Caduceus Staff is a misnomer. A Caduceus Staff has nothing to do with medicine and was mistakenly used instead of Asclepius’ staff way back in the American 19th and 20th century. The Caduceus Staff was carried by Hermes, while Asclepius’ staff was, as you can imagine, carried by Asclepius, the god of healing.

Personally, my Mercy will not be referring to her staff as a Caduceus staff because she’d be aware of the inaccuracies, instead she’ll be referring to it as her Panacea Staff

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flightless;; like this for a short starter or hmu on IM to plot, i’ll be on for a little while longer o /

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guardian angel

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  First and foremost, Mercy did not answer Winston’s recall, she was already on strenuous terms with Overwatch from the moment she joined, it was a partnership of convenience. They needed her brilliance, she needed their resources, not once did she ever agree to their methods of keeping the peace and always did she question if Overwatch was truly what the people needed. She thinks Overwatch took their position too far after stopping the first Omnic Crisis and can’t help them do the same thing again, not after the first time.

  She still considers the agents at Overwatch her family, her friends, but she can’t lend herself once more to an organization she can barely stand. Keeping the world peaceful by having the biggest weapons is no peace at all to Angela. She knows her pursuit is idealistic and nigh impossible, but she’ll chase it regardless, it’s the cause she’s devoted her life to. 

  That’s not to say she’ll ignore the second Omnic Crisis, but she won’t take up arms in the name of Overwatch to combat it.

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zarya: how can i trust a machine

bastion: beoow *turns into a minigun turret*

zarya:

bastion: brrp bup ba BEP ba BEEEHHHH *turns into a tank*

zarya: *lifting bastion into the air, crying* THIS IS MY DAUGHTER! THIS IS MY DAUGHTER!

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flightless;; after much consideration and 40+ hours of Overwatch later I’m thinking I’m going to come back to this blog.

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The path you've chosen is paved with the dead, walk it with your eyes open, or not at all.

Master Matoya, FFXIV

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For truth, she fought, for justice, she sinned, for redemption, she sacrificed, and became as light.

Hraesvelgar, Final Fantasy XIV

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It’s been a while since my last Zarya/Mercy doodle, but here here we are…again :D thanks to bxnefic for the idea of Zarya giving a piggyback ride to sleepy Mercy ;)

@ask-aleksandra-zaryanova 

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She was right. The SPIDER was well aware when someone was crawling too close to her WEB.This one hadn’t followed her here. If he HAD been after her, surely he’d know of the TRAPS she often sets. It isn’t an unknown tactic by any means. On the OTHER hand, just why was he trailing Mercy? Or was he truly INNOCENT in this case? After the doctor had finished TREATING the man as well as she could, the assassin went to work SEARCHING him for any information. She checked his chest and ears for wires or any kind, checked his pockets for identification or a weapon of some sort. A WALLET was all she found.

          “ Hm. Seems normal enough. I’d still rather kill him. As for our meeting place, no I don’t. This was the one of the only spots I knew that was both neutral and private. Not private enough, apparently… ”

What was the POINT of risking so much in the first place? Delicate fingers tapped over the metal of her rifle. Mercy was just so easy to talk to. Easier than her USUAL doctor. Séverin was all work, ALWAYS. Mercy was different. She couldn’t explain why. Perhaps it was just the doctor / patient relationship. She could CONNECT more with Doctor Ziegler than with Doctor Glaisyer. That made SENSE, didn’t it? It wasn’t UNREASONABLE…

          “ Oh well. I shouldn’t be meeting with you so casually, anyway. Perhaps this was a sign. ”

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  Angela’s eyebrows rose, “ You are many things, Amelie, but you are not superstitious, it’s not exactly for a man to get wounded here, and I am known to be in this city, perhaps he sought me out, or wandered here on a stroke of luck. Either way, he’s out cold, we can simply move him out of ear shot and continue on with out discussion. “ Picking the man up and tossing him over her shoulder lack of a sack of potatoes with the aid of her Valkyrie suits strength enhancements, she flew up to a nearby rooftop and set him down, more then far enough away from the two. 

   Gliding back down, she gave Amelie a wary look, “ You aren’t meeting with me casually, casual meetings tend to involve less deadly traps. Either way, to the point, “ Angela set herself down on a nearby boulder, crossing her legs  “ You may sit if you’d like, this isn’t exactly a medical office but still. How have you been feeling, Amelie? Has anything abnormal happened recently? Perhaps your eyes? How are they feeling? “

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The Junker’s stance stayed hunched, still managing to loom over the woman with his massive frame despite her having moved. The pig-like mask hid his features, but a leer pierced through those tinted lenses and straight into her eyes angrily.

“Are you the one who keeps fixing people?” A heavy grudged weighted his question.

Composure was something that Angela had trained and trained for moments like this, she was not to be intimidated, a doctor was staunch in their stance and she was no different, in fact she believed herself to be held to a higher standard, she wasn’t merely a doctor after all, according to the people she had transcended the bounds of a simple doctor.

 “ I suppose that’s one way to put it, I am a doctor, yes, may I ask who is asking? “

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The familiar BUZZING sound still had the assassin’s NERVES on edge. Her TRAP had been sprung, the alert screeching in her ear just moments ago. Meeting with the doctor was unsafe for both of them and Widowmaker had set up more than one way to know if someone were to STUMBLE upon the two fo them. It did NOT occur to her, however, that Angela was, in fact, a doctor. Doctors often have patients. What a PARANOID assassin only assumed was one of their rivals coming to end their brief talk was, in fact, a CIVILIAN needing Angela’s aid. Staring down at the unconscious man laying on the table, Widowmaker SCOFFED. Her venom mines were quite effective.

          “ He could be a spy. I still don’t see why you won’t just let me dispose of him. Better safe than sorry, non? ”

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   Scrunching her eyebrows at Widowmaker before going to work stabilizing the man, she understood the intention behind the traps, why they were placed at least, she understood the intention of the man, she understood her own intentions as well as the next person, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint why the assassin was still agreeing to meet with her. She certainly thought something would have gone terribly wrong by now, she was never skilled at all this cloak and dagger affair.

  Pulling various vials from her medical satchel, she carefully injected the man with a couple of liquids to neutralize the venom and put him into a comfortable sleep, a welcome change from the black void that accompanied such a shutdown. When he awoke he should feel more energized then when he was blown up by the Widowmakers contraptions. 

  “ I do my best to keep my hands clean of civilian blood, and trust me, the people that wish to spy on me do not follow me into such dangerous places, they are fortune seekers,people looking to steal credit for her work, not soldiers, plus, everyone needed medicine, her medicine, and she kept careful track of how much went to who. “If it’s a spy, it’s after you, and unless something has severely changed you do not miss it when people tail you. Either way, it’s probably best to change our meeting since he can’t be moved. Do you happen to have another place in mind? “

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Mei wove her hand in a loose motion, tilting back and forth in her haze. “I am fiiiiiiine…I am fine.” But now that she really, REALLY thought about it… “…Maybe I am a bit warm, yes.”

Frowning, Angela circled around Mei and pushed her gently forward by the shoulders, guiding her to the bathroom before setting her gently against the edge of the sink and looking over to see just how much clothing she was wearing. Mercy was all for modesty, but this wasn’t modesty, she wasn’t sure what it was in fact, other than extremely uncomfortable.

Starting at the belt, she reached around and found the buckle, gently setting it on the space next to the sink, not knowing what was inside. Next the gloves which came off easy enough, then, moving her over to the toilet, she sat her down and managed to unstrap her boots and get those off. They were surprisingly heavy, she set them down with a louder than average thunk. 

  Finally, the jacket and pants, Mei was left only in her undergarments, which Mercy realized might be a little awkward considering they weren’t exactly the example of a doctor patient relationship, they were friends and Mei wasn’t even in the right state of mind. Either way, she was a doctor first and a friend second, reaching around, she unstrapped the others bra and slipped off her pants, deciding to leave on the lower undergarments before urging her up and gently getting her into the bathtub.

   Grabbing a sponge and bucket from under the sink, she filled it with cool water and soaked the sponge, bringing the both to the tub as she sank down to her knees and pressed it gently against Mei’s forehead, “How are you feeling?”

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quickie headcanon: angela did not wholly design Genji’s reconstructed body, but she was the one to stabilize his dying body and did help design the new body, but the scope of such prosthetics is beyond her capacity to actually participate in the construction of.