A smile curled onto her lips as she heard her call sign uttered from him.
It’s weird to hear people call her that but it’s like a second name. Cora
can’t help but notice his movements, wondering if she interrupted his
thoughts. Oh well. Her metal tail scraped low against the floor as she
answered him.
❝ You have scolded me like… a thousand times?
Nothing’s gonna change, Reap. ❞
The operative replies with a shrug.
❝ Seriously though. When are we gonna do
shit? ❞
She’s a restless being, always has been && always will be. It’s in her
nature to keep moving && doing things.
“ And I’ll do it a thousand more times until you QUIT it. ”
Another snarl, another moment irritated. Still, he’s dealt with far
worse, far more VEXING. He was about as restless as she was,
but even he knew there was no point to rushing the tide. Things
were to happen AS and WHEN they would.
Besides... He still required Sombra’s input regarding the data
he’d delivered to her from Egypt. Specifically a file regarding
one of a series of artificial intelligence, left behind in Egypt.
“ I. Don’t. Know. Do I look as if I have ALL the answers? ”
Coral doesn’t exactly like dragging Revenga around wherever she
goes, but she knows better than to not keep her weapon on her person
at all times. It was just… the axe was so heavy to lug around daily.
She approached Reaper a little cautiously, as she always did. In the back
of her mind Coral saw him as a leader but he could also be very terrifying
if he needed to be. Nevertheless, Cora was intent on bothering him.
❝ So um… it’s been a few days. When are we gonna
get out and wreck shit? I’m bored as fuck, Reap. ❞
“ First off, haven’t I told you about.. PET NAMES ? ”
A dying snarl leaves Reaper as he turns his obscured gaze to
the operative standing near him. Recent events having left him
more irritable, and more at the ready for action than usual. The
events in question being his reuniting with the fellow ghosts of
Overwatch’s fall. Jack Morrison and Ana Amari. Clawed finger
twitching, Reaper forces himself to take a deep breath. Letting
those memories drift away, leaving him to simmer down.
“ ...Aqour. ”
Aquor. One of a currently known few on Reaper’s list of those
tolerable. Her record as an operative was better than most of
the sorry shits who died under his command here in Talon. It
wasn’t hard to recognize her, not when her call sign was able
to be connected with that signature fin and tail of hers.
Soooo... Here’s the thing. I was talking to @requiine and
@quienessombra on Skype, and I kind of came up with this
( stupid ) headcanon idea. I’d like to tag it onto my verse of
Reaper’s that deals with present time a.k.a. him with Talon.
The main thing that brought this up is me thinking about a
OW verse I want to make for my Mercury ( @mercxrius ). I
also will confess to being inspired to the ensuing idea with
me having watched the Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt:
December Sky movie a bit ago. ( I’m shameless aylmao. )
Anyways !! The summary of this idea, or rather this sub-
verse as I call it, will be described under the read more.
I’ll also be attaching a link to this post onto my verses
page for the v: reap what you sow verse specifically.
Talon has a fair amount of operatives running the worldwide
discord causing show, from typical gun toting grunts, to the
anomalies like Reaper. You’ve basically got the agents up
in definition to this: who’s going to survive a mission, and
who’s not? There are implications in McCree’s comic that in
Talon, some number of them utilize Blackwatch training and
tactics. So one could come to theorize that Reaper might’ve
trained them himself, using what he taught and employed in
the days of Blackwatch. So, what if he decided to take
to making more useful tools out of the few Talon operatives
that DON’T bite it in a single mission? The ones that might
as well have died, or be dead, but aren’t. LIVING DEAD.
The unit of ‘ Living Dead ’ is something of a small hand-picked
unit. Those who survived, not without cost, but not without
bodily enhancement or prosthesis that keeps them strong, it
keeps them useful. As previously injured, surviving operatives.
They are the few reviewed, occasionally overseen, and perhaps
even assigned men and women by Reaper’s call and command.
Their overall range of activity isn’t within borders. The unit itself
is kind of a label, a sort of twisted commendation/consideration
of Reaper’s design. They do as they normally would within the
organization, with or without their own specialties. Because at
the end of it, the so-called unit is just one big list of people HE
can turn to when it comes to needing USEFUL people.
( Every leader doesn’t have favorites, just a go-to tool or two. )
It’s an all-in-all ( possibly irrelevant ) headcanon/sub-verse, but it’s
something I thought about and thought would be fun. I know that,
at the very least, there would be tie with this between my Reaper to
what I intend to be Merc’s role as a Talon operative in his OW verse.
It’s not like this will be something I constantly put a spotlight upon, I
just thought it was a fun idea and I wanted to write about it. It kind of
gives another angle and direction to work with within Talon from my
portrayal as Reaper. And... I dunno, I guess that’s really it ?
Hey guys, so, I got back my musing for Reaper and so
here I am again. I would like to say though that this isn’t
going to be the only blog I’m on at the moment. In fact,
I’m actually hopping around three. You can mainly find
me (at present) on @draconique and @mercxrius; I do
intend to try and do stuff on here again though.
tfw you suddenly have an unexplainable well of anger just boiling
up. like, hello, how do you do? would you like to be the anger? o.
no? TOO BAD. on the plus side, a meeting i was to attend has
been canceled for the day. i’ll be lurking between @deathbodied
and @hydrusader. might play something on the PS4 soon, some
overwatch or ffxiv- not sure.
And do you know why they call me that? Because some of them, they think it’s funny to have their little sleepovers and go into their little bathrooms and say my name five times in the mirror. They find it less funny when I actually show up and feed their lungs to the family dog.
