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@cauchemarred
when you walkin
#gerard Will fuck
not u tho.
hey this is your friendly reminder to never apologize for your muse being a sexual creature, or for them NOT being a sexual creature. don’t ever apologize for not writing sexual scenes for whatever reason, and don’t ever apologize for doing so and liking it! sex is apart of human nature ( including the lack of interest in it ) therefore you never have to apologize for incorporating it into your character however you chose to.
be unapologetically non-sexual.
be unapologetically sexual.
“I’ve been asking myself, would you have done anything different from Gabriel during the Rialto Fiasco? The answer is, of course I would have, the whole thing was a mismanaged clusterf--k. I would have had a sniper dispatch Antonio from a mile distance and leave none the wiser. Certainly no need to bring in a whole cadre of ne’er-do-wells in black, might as well sign a press release before you go.”
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:3c
me, expecting overflowing devotion & excitement from my mere presence despite doing nothing on this blog:
me, not getting it: well fuk yall
everyone keeps giving Gérard their shitty shitty coffee and he’s just like. aeropress. please.
herdiligence:
@cauchemarred *:・゚ ♡
“just here to check up on you.” angela softly smiles at the other, flipping his medical folder open. “hm…your wounds have healed very nicely.” though he probably wishes he had none at all. “are you feeling any pain and if so, how would you rate it?”
“Up until this past morning, there has been shrapnel in my spine, Herr Doktor, I’m hardly going to do flips and sing.” His pain medication had since been weaned to allow Gérard some level of clarity; as such, he sat half-upright and full-unhappy in his cot, tapping away on an old-fashioned laptop. “Until I am allowed out of this bed, I do not think this mood of mine will improve. Three.”
gerard’s plan post-coma is basically the plot to mass effect 2
get the crew together. some newbies, some oldies
do their loyalty missions
grind talon into a fuckin powder
die, i guess
outlawshootist:
That, at least, got a chuckle out of him.
“The trendsetter as always, Lacroix, they couldn’ help but follow in yer footsteps.”
The bar was just the type of place he hid in on a regular. he fit in here, talked like the locals, looked like the locals. It was easy to hide from the law with others who were trying to do the same. This was just one stop on his way back to Santa Fe for a visit before moving on. Luck must have had his back.
“How on th’upan’up are ya? Got a text a week or two ago. From Winston of all people. Looks like things’t bad.”
He’s handing over the throwaway phone he hadn’t been contacted on in a long time, letting the other see the mass text.
“Looks like a few of us’r still active.”
Luck had nothing to do with it; despite his atrophy, not all of Gerard’s ears had withered off. Triangulating McCree’s movements, once he’d picked up on the cowboy wannabe’s new profession, had been as simple as finding last known locations for the targets, and heading halfway in between. Then, he simply followed his nose to the stench of beer-gone-stale.
It was almost cute; Winston really must’ve exhausted every methods of contact available to him. Unfortunately, most of those methods were compromised; might as well have sent out a signal flare: hey! We’re going to do something illegal! That made anyone who’d responded to the Recall untouchable, at least for a while. Overwatch was a tainted name.
“Mm. I know he’s still in contact with Oxton. Speaking only for myself, I’ve kept in contact with Reinhardt, and Lindholm through him. Last known location to Shimada is Nepal, and two thirds of our deceased commanding force are somewhere in Egypt. Ziegler is somewhere around there as well, presumably still working out her god complex.” Beat. “I’m supposed to keep my blood pressure down, so I won’t mention that Gabriel has turned his back on sanity and followed O’Deorain like a sweet little puppy to Talon.” Arms folded, one leg folded casual over the other. McCree wasn’t stupid; surely he knew just as well.
“I’ve reached out to two contacts -- a guerrilla in Rio, and a former MEKA pilot in Seoul. Clean, but they both require a bit of assistance before joining up.” This time, he paused to take a sip of his beer, performative. “No back-up, no funding, no over-head...almost certain grisly death. But, just maybe, the chance to make things right. What do you say, Jesse? Updated your passport recently?”
qunas:
@cauchemarred
A cup of, possibly, lukewarm coffee was set down next to the man as Ana approached, staring at him then the paperwork he was glossing over with a mild degree of interest though only for the sheer fact that Gérard had been reviewing it for a substantial amount of time.
“If you keep glaring at that file, you will burn a hole right through the report.” She smirked, mirth tinging her tone. “Talon again? Or have Jack and Gabriel caused another fuss in public?”
If only to be sporting, Gérard mimed taking a sip; he knew that his insistence of not drinking anything out of the communal drip-feeder was widely mocked. Hey, when the rest of the team was as good as him, they could get away with their own quirks. “No, no lover’s quarrels. After-action reports, Captain. Worse than worthless! Lindholm and I infiltrated the facility, placed explosives, introduced a virus to the system, and exfiltrated. That’s all I should have to write.”
He was being over-dramatic, but there was a point to it: this was the least useful thing the agent could be contributing to the cause. “Should’ve never signed up with this ramshackle organization; the Legion never made me use pen-and-paper.”
outlawshootist:
It’s not that he doesn’t understand. He does. It doesn’t mean he likes it any less.
“Kinda tired of learnin’ things that involve me, no matter how little, after th’fact though. Too many dead people not bein’ dead at this point. No offense.”
“That,“ acknowledged the agent, not without a hint of something between amusement and annoyance, “you can take up with our Soldier and Shrike. I was first. Our rock-em sock-em commanders and the Captain followed my lead.” It was at an awful bar, hardly even worthy of the title dive, somewhere near the Texas border. Gérard had ordered a beer to be polite for taking up space (not that there were any other patrons), but the stains on the glass made it difficult to take more than a sip. “Are you still in contact with anyone from the organization? I hardly want a reunion party, but there are useful individuals out there.”
yall: i would fuck my clone if given the opportunity gerard: i will exclusively fuck my clone. i do not fuck if it is not with gerard.
outlawshootist:
“But why didn’ y’tell me?”
“You know the answer, Jesse.” There was scarcely a hint of remorse in Gerard’s concise explanation. “Overwatch had a mole. I did not believe it was you, but you had not rid yourself of sufficient doubt. As we can find several former ranking members now in bed with Talon, I believe history has proven me right.” Still, a grim smile. “But now we can move forward.”
graciieuse replied to your post “ Ugh. There were few things to Gerard more galling than reviewing...”
Rubs his shoulders. "You're going to go grey, old man."
“I’m already grey; I am dyeing it.” It wasn’t widespread enough to make him look refined and wise; only enough to imply an inordinate fondness of skunks. Still, Gérard paused the simulation on a jittery frame of a sniper mid-flight from Shimada’s stars, all the world trying to not show that the hands on his shoulders made him ache for a pistol. A gesture to the screen. “Remind you of anyone?”
Ugh. There were few things to Gerard more galling than reviewing the recovered security footage from Venice. Made his teeth grind just thinking about it. Heroics and revenge had no place when there was work to be done. And yet, here he was, frowning at the simulation program, letting it play out one more time. “Uuf, Athena, reset the simulation; show me how it might’ve changed with Wilhelm instead of Reyes.”
gerard didn’t take super-soldier formula. he really isn’t on punching level with gabe and jack. pound for pound, grit for grit, in a straight up no-deception conflict, jerry’s gonna lose. his adaptability is what lets him stay competitive. still, he trains HARD to keep up with them -- given that he‘s working hand-in-hand with reinhardt, who may or may not be the World’s Thickest Boy, dude’s going to push himself to bulk up. for the record, as far as i’m concerned, he’s got a solid layer of bulletproof armor under that suit. he’s like the krillin of overwatch -- no magic serum, no saiyan blood, just determination and skill and hard work.