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The girl was gone and s ᴏ ᴍ ʙ ʀ ᴀ was born

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💀 |  HANZO

If he had his way he would be doing this mission alone. 

Sombra proved to have an attack strategy akin to simply running in and hacking as many things as possible. While she certainly had stealthy skills on her side as well as the intellect for more careful planning, her lackadaisical attitude contrasted with his much more tense one. Is the contract didn’t insist they work together for a sizable payout, he would have left it to her. 

Needless to say she wasn’t a fan of the caution he was taking. He sit perched on a vantage point some distance from their target’s home, watching four guards make their rounds. All of them would converge around the same time at the entrance. Her complaints were likely based on the minutes he’d been studying their patterns, his eyes rolling. 

“Patience is not a virtue of yours, I see,” he sets an arrow on his bowstring, gliding a thumb along the shaft to switch to a scatter head. “This will be more efficient.” 

He draws it back, eyes narrowing at a particular spot on the wall. After one more second waiting for the guards to get in the right position, he releases the arrow. As expected, it bounces and ricochets the exact way he intended, all four guards dropping with spikes in their skulls. 

Patience is not a virtue of hers, no. It’s not something that she’s ever had in abundance, too used to acting in and of the moment to stand by and consider her surroundings.

She’s been known to hack her way into trouble as often as she is hacking her way out of it. 

Still, even she cannot help but to be impressed by the display, her bow-toting companion setting a single arrow to the archaic device and felling four guards. 

She blinks, lips parting in silent comment before she sweeps it all under the rug and scoffs. 

       “About time.” 

Already, she is scampering out of their hiding spot and down onto the very walk way the guards had been stupid enough to convene on. A hand glides through the air over their bodies, scanning for tech even as she crouches beside the sole omnic among the fallen. Fingertips find the brushed steel of it’s head, pushing her influence into dying systems to root out the information she needs. 

      “And what have YOU seen, friend?” 

She hums as she works, rifling idly through the pockets of the nearest guard as she works. As an afterthought, she glances over her shoulder. 

      “Keep watch. This might take a second.” 

Hacking an OMNIC isn’t the easiest thing, especially one that has part of an arrow through it’s core processor. She’s feeding energy into the system, keeping it alive while she sorts through them for some greater indication of what they were looking at, inside. 

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💀 |  HELLSCREAM

     It takes him a moment to identify what this woman is… human. But the strangest human he’s ever seen… decidedly not like anything he had seen from the likes of Stormwind in Lordaeron. Despite the strange weapon at her waist, her outfit looks too colorful to be a warrior… instead the palette reminds him of the Kirin Tor. Is she a mage? He will get no answer from simply speculating to himself.

     Gorehowl finds it’s way into his hand, and he lets out a deep scoff at her question. How like a human to be completely ignorant of everything around them. “ I am Mak’gora, woman. Garrosh Hellscream is my name. “ He gives her a once over, harsh eyes searching her person for any hint of hostility or any clue as to her purpose.

     “ Has Wrynn stooped to sending assassins now? Hmph! He will have to send better. “

Axe. 

Large axe. 

VERY large axe. 

Her eyes are drawn to the hefty weapon taken in a single hand, her breath catching in her throat. Instinct screams that she back away, but she finds herself stock still for the moment. 

A blessing, given that she gets the feeling any sort of movement might prove to be her downfall. 

She’s locked in, she’s here, and until this . . . MAK’GORA eases away from the huge-ass weapon he’s holding at his side, she is not going to have the easiest time in slipping away. 

But she is no stranger to being pinned square in the sights of the powerful. She KNOWS how to handle this. 

She thinks. 

Spreading her fingers wide, she shows the creature her palms in a gesture of harmlessness. 

        “Uh . . . no. Not an assassin, and I don’t           work for anyone called Wrynn.” 

A once over leads her to believe that this GARROSH isn’t the sort of mark she’d be sent after. He doesn’t look too technologically apt, and a brief scan of his person reveals exactly that. There’s not a scrap of electronics on him. Just leather and bone and metal. 

An apt liar she may be, but there is no lie in her eyes this time. 

        “I am not your enemy.” 

At least, not that she knows of. 

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💀 |  JESSE

        ‘now, ya gotta just wait a bit .. ain’t every job gonna come by so quick like ya used to.’ he couldn’t help but laugh at the woman’s not so subtle impatience — the tips of his fingers tapping gently against the side of his leg as he simply looked at her, eyes glittering with amusement. soon, the steady crawl up the slope would ultimately lead to the speedy movement of going downhill; the same thing she most likely sought in this moment.         ‘sometimes, things just move real slow and at their own pace. ‘specially the things i take under my hand, so, sit back and relax for the time bein’.’

It’s the PATIENCE that gets her. The steady drawl of tone and the steady drag of idle time that sees her fidgeting and fussing for want of something to do. Stagnation has never looked good on Sombra, a girl too used to motion, too used to equating it to LIFE. 

       “ ¡Eres imposible!” 

A sharp edged outburst that has her slumping back in her seat, arms folded and foot tapping. She keeps her silence out of penance for a few moments more, before she’s opening her mouth once more. 

        “How can you be so STILL?           We’re meant to be working. This. . .           this is just SITTING! This is just           waiting.” 

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[ashestoashesjc]

pugletto:

La Soldadera. La Blanca. La Azteca.

I wanted to design my own Sombra skins. Being Mexican myself, I was suuuuuper disappointed in her legendaries. Was hoping for something a little more culturally relevant. Meh.

Anyway, it all started with me wanting a La Blanca to sort of go with Reaper’s El Blanco skin. Mariachi Talon (minus the araña).

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💀 |  HANA

     her lips twist in somewhat of an angry pout, staring intently at sombra grabbing at it’s circuitry the way only sombra knew how to. or, by the way she spoke, not just sombra.

     ’ well, supposedly i’m supposed to harass and go back to tanking the team. not enough time to be hacked. ’ a pause. ’ that is, unless it’s  you.  ’ that wasn’t exactly a compliment, but she was sure she would take it as one.

     ’ but— ’ hana continued, reluctant. ’ if you want to reinforce the system, i’m not against it. ’ she nearly rolled her eyes at her own words. she hated it that sombra could so easily pick apart technology, make it obey her instead, as easy as the push of a button. in a way, hana envied those skills, though she didn’t wish for that life. ’ it just can’t be a.i. based because that’s actually kind of the point— so it can’t be taken over by the god a.i.s, ya know? ’

She narrows her eyes at the apparent excuse for the paltry state of the mech, snorting softly as she mutters beneath her breath. Any hacker worth their salt and INTERESTED in taking down a machine that size would not be doing it head on. Not unless they are as quick as she is. 

Which is a RARITY. 

It’s the sort of attack that comes from the sides or from behind, from a place you’re not expecting until the systems are crashing around you. 

       “I’m not a hardware type of girl,          and I DON’T work on shielding.” 

It’s far too counter intuitive to what she does by nature, working on keeping herself OUT of things. That’s far too WHITE HAT for her BLACK HATTED tastes. 

       “But . . . I can recommend a place.          Maybe. If you’re interested in being          something OTHER than a giant pink          marshmallow.” 

Maybe she’s softening up in her elder years, or maybe she sees value in keeping this kid around a little longer, but she IS willing to give up a contact or two to ensure the mech can withstand a DECENT hack. 

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💀 |  LENA

       ❝   its called TALKIN` in most countries , love. an` again , wouldn’t do it if ah` didn’t enjoy it. besides , ah` only do most of that when `m `aving fun. its not `ow ah` talk ALL DAY EVERYDAY.  ❞

       the other’s reaction forces a chuckle to fall from lips  —————-  if people thought that’s how she acted on a DAILY BASIS , then it only made getting under their skin so much easier. just like the hacker , most of this was a GAME to the ex - pilot. when you’re viewed as a hero for long enough , you need to learn how to make most things enjoyable for yourself since the rest is for the PUBLIC.

      ❝   taste ??  ❞  brows begin to knit , but ultimately became lax once more.   ❝   everyone `as their own taste. jus` because someone doesn’t like it doesn’t mean there isn’t people out there who DO share th` same taste. plus , you `ave to realize most of th` stuff ah` do is for th` kids. honestly , ah` could care less what an ADULT thinks of me.  ❞

                                        and how do you propose that ———————————-

      the question that curves corners of lips into SLY grin ; single brow arches with AMUSEMENT before palms slide from own cheeks down to respective thighs. you’d have to HACK that information out of her. once the brit put her mind to getting under someone’s skin , it becomes a pet PROJECT to her  ——————————  never actually knowing what’s going to come next until SPONTANEITY kicks in. 

      ❝   ah` never kiss an` tell , mate. you want t` find out , you’ll jus`ave to wait an` see. pfffft . an` y` don’t `ave to KNOW someone to get under their skin. y` just `ave to find out where to prod at the most.  ❞

TALKING? With all the MADNESS around it? She GETS gesticulation, she’d grown up around people who spoke more with their hands than their tongues, but the THINGS she’d seen Tracer do as a point of emphasis. 

She BLEEDS words in each and every action; it’s too EXPRESSIVE. She gives too much AWAY. 

But she supposes this is a result of an upbringing unfamiliar to her. A child growing in a safe place, encouraged to be who she is, as opposed to who she needs to be. 

      “So . . . what, like a mascot?” 

There’s something INFINITELY amusing in the image of her flouncing around in a giant foam caricature of herself, flailing for the laughter of a hundred chubby little children. 

Still, on the face of it, she supposes she understands. Doesn’t appreciate, nor can she emulate it, but she understands. She knows enough about the former pilot to understand that she resonated strongest with a younger generation. Boundless optomism, endless energy. 

Like an overgrown child, untouched by the tragedy of life. Or rather. . . the tragedy of HER life. 

That’s something Sombra does not understand. How Lena has remained WHO she is in the face of what has happened to her. It doesn’t make any sense. 

       “Interesting approach. Tell me, do you          also enjoy bashing your head against          brick walls thinking that eventually it’ll         break?” 

Leaning back in her seat, she surveys her companion with an amused gleam to her eye, strangely energized by the notion of a challenge. It’s been a long while since anyone has gone toe-to-toe with her and while it might be an easy enough thing to hack that stupid device on his chest, there is merit in seeing whether or not this MASCOT could make good on her word and get UNDER her skin. 

     “You’re FUNNY.” 

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thirty characters in thirty days; seven. sombra (overwatch)

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Never let them see you’re hurt. Never let them see you cry. Never.

Selina Kyle. Catwoman Vol. 2, #75 (via thxcat-archive)

[ratotax001]

initiate the hack.

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💀 |  LACROIX

   “Name, unknown. Alias, Sombra, roughly translated to Shadow. Affiliations: Talon, Los Muertos, but generally considered an independent contractor. Do I have this right so far? Let me be the first to congratulate you – not a whisper on who you used to be. Like you’d sprung into being at some point, Athena from Zeus’ gaping head wound.“

  It was unnecessary to have a physical document to pretend to refer to, but Gérard was nothing if not a proponent of the classics. When it came to hackers with neural networks (which, yes, were so rare as to be mythical), he only trusted locally wired systems. It was a pain, but worth the security. 

   “By your response, I’ve done a good job as well.” His next line was necessarily blunt. “I’d like to buy out your contract with Talon. You’re smart enough to know when a ship is sinking.”

So . . . he’s about as GOOD as the DEAD MAN was meant to be, but that isn’t saying much in today’s world. The information he recites, while not freely available, does not take much digging to get to. She might have been RATTLED if he’d spoken her ACTUAL name. 

      “Heh, am I supposed to say THANK YOU?        Tell me, how do you THANK a dead man?”

Of course, she’s tempted to LEAN on his apparent end and the woman RESPONSIBLE, but she knows better than the burn bridges before she’s seen their potential. 

A wise move for the sake of his next words. 

A brow arches, exhaling softly through her nose in comment. 

       “I’m assuming you have a counter offer?          Or are you just trying to take a player          out of the game, hombre muerto?”

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💀 |  GENJI

It takes a moment for the other shoe to drop. Actually it’s more like two moments necessary to fill in the little space before she continues - which has Genji’s expression, behind the visor. go from confused to understanding, to even a little bit amused. Part of him is grateful for the face guard, making him harder to read when he stills all movements in the whole of his body. Part of him is curious if it matters if he has it or not to this particular person.

Couldn’t Sombra read him like some cheap manual form ikea if she just felt like it?

“If that is how you see it you got it all wrong.” Even without the visor it was hard to miss the beat of amusement ringing in his voice. “It is not to think more, but to put your thoughts to balance. Sometimes to not think at all.” 

Still he didn’t blame her suspicions. He hadn’t been completely unlike her some years ago, filled with doubt and without patience at all. “Maybe you should try it.”

She wrinkles her nose at his explanation, struggling to see even an ounce of sense in the act. 

NOT THINKING? Why would anyone want to NOT THINK? THINKING is what keeps people ahead of the game, THINKING is what has kept her alive this long, and THINKING is likely what will keep her alive for a long time yet. 

       “Tt . . . why would I want to          do that?”

Moreover, she’s not sure that’s something she CAN do anymore, what with the computer wired into her spine. She HUMS with data these days, every thought spooling out in an unending line of code, guiding her from one action to the next with seamless grace. 

To achieve what Genji spoke of, would she not have to SWITCH that off? 

Can she? 

She KNOWS the answer to that, KNEW it the moment she had laid upon that musty old couch and given her consent to strip away her humanity. 

        “How does NOT THINKING help           anyone?”

[asexualvega]

The depths of despair…I feel so calm here. I won’t be tricked by anyone anymore and I don’t have to resent anyone. There’s nothing here. Not even loving.

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S T A R T E R | @blinkiing | ACCEPTING

It would be SO easy. So IMPOSSIBLY easy for her to reach out and slip her will beneath the chromatic plates affixed to her chest. 

It’s difficult to take someone seriously when they have such an impossibly large WEAKNESS strapped to their chest. A weakness that couple very well be exploited to make someone - oh . . . DISAPPEAR, maybe? 

      “Hmm? Oh, I’m sorry, chica. I wasn’t         listening. Were you saying something?”

Of COURSE, she had been listening. But her entire M.O is to DISRUPT Lena’s processes, to push her off balance. 

ANNOY her in any way, shape and form. 

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S T A R T E R | @atlasforced | ACCEPTING

     “You know, I don’t REALLY make        house calls, chico.”

It’s not every day that SOMBRA is swayed from her standard operating procedure of PAYMENT - WORK - PAYMENT - WORK. But who can blame her when her CLIENTS all want the same thing? When every hack is designed to glean the DIRTIEST of the dirty secrets from the deepening recesses of a digital footprint. 

SURE, it’s fun finding something to tether to a person so she can string up yet another PUPPET to her ever expanding collection - but there are days when she craves something a little different. 

And from what she has heard, this BOY has something different, indeed. 

      “You’d better make this worth my while.         You REALLY wouldn’t want to waste        my time.”

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💀 |  SOLDIER 76

@cyborn x.

      “If you’re here looking for information or whatever other reason, leave. You won’t get anything from me.”

    “You’re awfully TOUCHY. How do you       know I don’t happen to have something      for YOU, SOLDIER?”

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@cyborn​ liked for a starter

“–Hey.” Stomping towards the hacker, Hana scowled. “My stuff isn’t working. Did you d o  something?”

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     “Tt, really?? Your tech breaks and you        ASSUME it’s me? It’s not my fault your        working with caca equipment.”

     “For the record, I haven’t TOUCHED your       mech. I don’t NEED to.”