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@glitchedslipstream
"Ever get that feeling of deja vu?"
A private, selective RP blog for a slightly horror-tinged Lena "Tracer" Oxton and Kiriko Kamori from Overwatch
Written by Sam, 31, he/her.
OC, canon and crossover friendly!
[RULES] / [ABOUT]
sideblog, follows back from @leaderbond
questions only sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
who . . .
“ Who are you? ”
“ Who do you serve? ”
“ Who taught you that? ”
“ Who’s really in control here? ”
“ Who are you running from? ”
“ Who did this to you? ”
“ Who’s coming for us? ”
“ Who do you think I am? ”
“ Who else knows about this? ”
“ Who are you trying to protect? ”
what . . .
“ What are you? ”
“ What do you want from me? ”
“ What are you hiding? ”
“ What were you planning to do? ”
“ What just happened? ”
“ What did you see back there? ”
“ What did you promise them? ”
“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”
“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”
“ What happens after the portal closes? ”
where . . .
“ Where did you come from? ”
“ Where are we? ”
“ Where are you going? ”
“ Where were you when it happened? ”
“ Where does this path lead? ”
“ Where did you get that scar? ”
“ Where is everyone else? ”
“ Where should I stand? ”
“ Where did you put the body? ”
“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”
when . . .
“ When did this start? ”
“ When were you going to tell me? ”
“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”
“ When do we leave? ”
“ When did you stop trusting me? ”
“ When does this end? ”
“ When did you realise the truth? ”
“ When do things go wrong? ”
“ When did you choose this path? ”
“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”
how . . .
“ How long have you been watching me? ”
“ How did you survive? ”
“ How much do you remember? ”
“ How are you this calm right now? ”
“ How bad is it? ”
“ How did you know my name? ”
“ How far are you willing to go? ”
“ How many lies have you told me? ”
“ How do you live with this? ”
“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”
are . . .
“ Are you human? ”
“ Are you okay? ”
“ Are you lying to me right now? ”
“ Are you scared? ”
“ Are you tired? ”
“ Are you hiding something? ”
“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”
“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”
“ Are you always this dramatic? ”
“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”
do . . .
“ Do you trust me? ”
“ Do you remember your name? ”
“ Do you remember me? ”
“ Do you miss them? ”
“ Do you always talk this much? ”
“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”
“ Do you ever sleep? ”
“ Do you want me to stay? ”
“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”
“ Do you believe in fate? ”
have . . .
“ Have you eaten yet? ”
“ Have we met before? ”
“ Have you been here long? ”
“ Have you done this before? ”
“ Have you ever killed someone? ”
“ Have you been lying to me? ”
“ Have you lost anyone? ”
“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”
“ Have you always been like this? ”
“ Have you already chosen a side? ”
is . . .
“ Is this place real? ”
“ Is something bothering you? ”
“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”
“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”
“ Is this your way of flirting? ”
“ Is someone watching us? ”
“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”
“ Is there a way out? ”
“ Is this what you wanted? ”
“ Is it too late to turn back? ”
can . . .
“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”
“ Can you hear that? ”
“ Can I trust you? ”
“ Can you keep a secret? ”
“ Can we slow down? ”
“ Can you help me bury a body? ”
“ Can you look at me? ”
“ Can we talk about what happened? ”
“ Can you stop pretending? ”
“ Can you promise me something? ”
will . . .
“ Will you stay with me? ”
“ Will you tell me the truth? ”
“ Will this ever end? ”
“ Will you protect me? ”
“ Will they come back for us? ”
“ Will you remember me? ”
“ Will you choose a side? ”
“ Will you regret this? ”
“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”
“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”
should . . .
“ Should I be worried? ”
“ Should we be running? ”
“ Should I follow you? ”
“ Should I be afraid of you? ”
“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”
“ Should I stay or go? ”
“ Should I believe you? ”
“ Should I be honest with you? ”
“ Should we trust them? ”
“ Should I have come here? ”
would . . .
“ Would you do it again? ”
“ Would you lie to protect me? ”
“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”
“ Would you really let me die? ”
“ Would you have saved them instead? ”
“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”
“ Would you leave if I asked? ”
“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”
“ Would you forgive me? ”
“ Would you choose me this time? ”
could . . .
“ Could you survive without me? ”
“ Could this world exist without you? ”
“ Could this get any worse? ”
“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”
“ Could you be wrong? ”
“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”
“ Could you forgive them? ”
“ Could this be a trap? ”
“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”
“ Could you live with the consequences? ”
` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.
for the "i don't need your help" one
you can get lost.
i thought i told you i had this under control.
you never listen to me.
i was taking care of it.
leave me alone.
are you happy now?
you just stepped in and ruined it for me.
that was completely unnecessary and you know it.
i had it under control.
you didn't need to show up.
can't you let me handle my own shit?
i would have appreciated it if you asked first.
i had it handled!
you didn't need to do all that!
what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?
they were about to give it to me before you showed up!
i had something going and you ruined it!
what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?
you trained me better than this.
you can't just show up every time and save me.
what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?
i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.
you taught me this.
i'm never going to forgive you for this.
that was uncalled for.
what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?
how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?
i'm not you.
for the "i'm just trying to help you" one
i heard you struggling.
i was just trying to help you.
and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?
things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.
you never would have done that by yourself.
it's okay to ask for help.
it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].
a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.
i had to make sure you were okay.
of course i trust you. this was never about trust.
i'm not going to risk your life like that!
i should have been there sooner.
if i'd only reached you faster.
a simple "thank you" would suffice.
you could thank me for saving your ass back there.
sure didn't seem like you had it under control.
things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.
i'm in charge here, not you.
i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.
we're done here.
i'm not arguing with you.
i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?
i just wanted to make sure you were okay.
maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.
it's because i care about you.
of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.
you're not ready.
next time, let me handle it.
clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.
we'll try again tomorrow.
I have always wanted to write more Tracer, I have such a clear idea of who she is in my head... It is canon to me that Tracer drew beatles yaoi as a teenager
"Sorry!" Tracer whipped her hands away, taking a big step back with those same hands up. She wanted to show that she wasn't a threat, but the woman looked so threatened that it seemed out of reach.
"I'm going to be honest with you, love, I haven't the foggiest where I am. I have this condition: 'chronal disassociation.' It used to be under control, but recently I've been finding myself wandering in and about through time and space... Pretty crazy, huh? Awfully sorry if I'm gotten myself somewhere I'm not supposed to be! I don't have as much control over it as I'd like."
These 'glitches' were, at least, a break from the fighting. It felt like her life was a constant stream of shooting ever since Overwatch returned. Someone without a gun, even if Tracer's heart was already breaking for her, was a welcome sight.
She smiled, trying to be reassuring. Slowly, like letting a stray animal sniff your scent, she brought her hand close to Anya without touching her again.
"My name's Lena. I'm probably not going to be here long, so... Do you wanna talk about it?"
in her shock, anya remained frozen momentarily as she listened to the other woman — soon to be introduced as lena — explain her situation and offer to listen. the condition lena had was one anya didn’t recognize, in all honesty, but anya was barely in a situation to judge anyone or doubt much other than herself. her posture relaxed, shoulders slumping as she visibly hesitated from her spot on the floor.
❛ ...anya, ❜ she softly introduced, her voice small and wavering as she reached out to take her hand, using the other woman's grasp to shakily rise to her feet. the physical reality of touching another person grounded her and proved to her that this was real. ❛ m- my name, i mean... it's anya. ❜
she sniffled, using the arm of her free sleeve to wipe her tear-filled eyes. ❛ y- you don't have to... you don't have to be sorry for showing up here. it's just... this place isn't safe for a woman. it's not safe for anyone, actually, since the ship crashed.
— i'm so sorry you ended up here, of all places, lena. um, maybe if it's not too much to ask, how did you... how did you get your condition? i'm a nurse, but i- i've never heard of chronal disassociation... ❜
Lena's heart broke for Anya. What kind of horrible place had she wandered into, and could she help while she was here? Whatever happened here, it had left this poor woman utterly shaken.
"You don't have to worry about me, Anya. Nobody's going to mess with me--or you, while I'm around--I can make sure of it. I just wish I had more control over when I'm coming and going. I can't do anything to help if I can't stay here for long."
It was frustrating. Anya clearly needed help, and Tracer thought she could give it to her. This was what Overwatch was for. Helping people like Anya.
"Oh, but my condition--I was the pilot for an experimental jet called the Slipstream, meant to travel through time. It didn't go the way it was supposed to... But this chronal accelerator," she patted the glowing technology on her chest, "is meant to keep me in one place. It had been working... Mostly, until I started finding myself wandering through places I could never possibly get to otherwise. Like here."
"Ever get that feeling of deja vu?"
A private, selective RP blog for a horror-tinged Lena "Tracer" Oxton from Overwatch
Written by Sam, 31, he/her.
[RULES] / [ABOUT]
sideblog, follows back from @leaderbond
@glitchedslipstream
“Oh, you're lost lost.”
Decisions, decisions. They're alone, and she's definitely not a killer- he could really scare the shit out of her before he kills her.
Or- he could play nice. Make a friend for now. Maybe more than a friend later. She does have that hot British accent, and it's always fun to meet someone new when he's used to the same forty or so survivors over and over again.
He hears what he wants to hear, anyway- that she's attracted to people who are deep into horror. The girlfriend thing is a very minor obstacle.
He circles her, continues to weigh his options. The glowing sci-fi chest thingy raises more questions. The leggings sway him towards option B.
“Elaborate on the glitchy thing.”
Okay. Weird question, but this seemed like a shady neighborhood. Perhaps he was concerned.
"Well, if someone came at me with a knife, I'd have to pull me guns out." Tracer unholstered her guns. The mechanism in the holsters on her forearms popped two futuristic pistols into her hands. She gave the pistols a flashy spin and threw the guy a wink, then holstered them again. "But I wouldn't want to hurt anyone. I'd try to talk to them first. I'm too quick to get caught, if it's just a knife maybe I could disarm them."
Hypothetical answered, Tracer suddenly slapped her forehead, gasping.
"Ohh, I haven't even told you my name! D'uh! It's Lena, but my callsign's Tracer. I'm part of Overwatch, a team that fights to protect the world. Isn't that cool?" She grinned so brightly it might hurt Ghost Face's eyes. "What's your name, love?"
@nursewashing
The strange corridors Tracer found herself wandering were unlike anything she had ever seen. It was some sort of ship, cramped and half-destroyed. As she wandered around the narrow halls she could feel the misery permeating the place. She had no idea what its story was, but it couldn't have been anything good.
She almost thought it was abandoned until she heard the soft snuffling sound of a woman crying. Tracer soon came upon the woman herself, alone in a corner, face buried in her arms. She didn't see Tracer coming until Tracer gently touched her shoulder.
"Sorry to bust in you, love," Tracer said, soft. "But I'm rather a bit lost, and you look like you could use a hand."
anya spent a lot of time crying, these days especially. doomed to a life cut short, her ambitions dead on earth, and a parasite inside her. no end in sight, day in and day out caring for a captain who depended on her for everything. it was suffocating. the last thing she anticipated during this time was the approach of a stranger. if she'd heard the footesteps, surely they hadn't been registered until someone's hand touched her shoulder.
anya jumped with a yelp — no, a scream — as she turned to the woman. who WAS she? there were no other women on the ship; if there were, things would've gone a lot differently.. so, how was she here? was she a figment of anya's imagination? that had to be it, right?
❛ wha-!? wh- who are you...? ❜ her voice trembled, eyes widened as she curled further in on herself. ❛ this can't be... a- are you real? ❜
"Sorry!" Tracer whipped her hands away, taking a big step back with those same hands up. She wanted to show that she wasn't a threat, but the woman looked so threatened that it seemed out of reach.
"I'm going to be honest with you, love, I haven't the foggiest where I am. I have this condition: 'chronal disassociation.' It used to be under control, but recently I've been finding myself wandering in and about through time and space... Pretty crazy, huh? Awfully sorry if I'm gotten myself somewhere I'm not supposed to be! I don't have as much control over it as I'd like."
These 'glitches' were, at least, a break from the fighting. It felt like her life was a constant stream of shooting ever since Overwatch returned. Someone without a gun, even if Tracer's heart was already breaking for her, was a welcome sight.
She smiled, trying to be reassuring. Slowly, like letting a stray animal sniff your scent, she brought her hand close to Anya without touching her again.
"My name's Lena. I'm probably not going to be here long, so... Do you wanna talk about it?"
@nursewashing
The strange corridors Tracer found herself wandering were unlike anything she had ever seen. It was some sort of ship, cramped and half-destroyed. As she wandered around the narrow halls she could feel the misery permeating the place. She had no idea what its story was, but it couldn't have been anything good.
She almost thought it was abandoned until she heard the soft snuffling sound of a woman crying. Tracer soon came upon the woman herself, alone in a corner, face buried in her arms. She didn't see Tracer coming until Tracer gently touched her shoulder.
"Sorry to bust in you, love," Tracer said, soft. "But I'm rather a bit lost, and you look like you could use a hand."
@transcxndxnt
Tracer hadn't been there long, but she'd been there long enough. None of the men had noticed her flickering into existence off behind them, but she had seen enough to have... If not a clear idea of the situation, then a clear idea of what she should do.
"I don't think this kid is safe with any of you blokes, frankly," she said, watching with satisfaction as all the men's heads jerked over to look at her for the first time. "And I think I'm going to intervene."
She really didn't know how fast any of these guys were, but she was confident she was faster. They couldn't react before she blinked in, picked up the injured, clearly dazed kid--"I'll just take that"--and blinked out.
She could hear them shouting and yelling behind her, but, well, too slow. She kept running, blinking as much as she could as fast as she could to get distance between the men and the two of them. She needed to find a hospital, but she had no idea where or when she was, and she wouldn't be here long. She had to get this kid as safe as possible.
"Hey," she said, feeling blood drip down her fingers and fear settle into her gut. "Hang in there! The cavalry's here."
Tran slips in and out of consciousness, dizzy from the booze and the blood loss and the numerous head injuries. He's trying with everything he has to focus, to figure out where he is and how to escape, but all he can think about is the pain and the way the world is spinning around him.
Jay is there- he's figured out that much, and that means his attempt at escape failed. It's almost hopeless to even keep fighting; he failed, and he isn't going to get a second chance. Is that Luke's voice? He can't figure out why Luke would be here before he's unconscious again.
When he comes back to the world once more, it's to the sound of a woman's voice. He doesn't recognize her, but, apparently, he's about to find out which religion was right all along.
Though… he can't remember which one had ‘escorted to the afterlife by a small British girl' on their bingo card. He idly considers the fact that Luke's going to be pissed to find out God was a woman all along. Or- maybe vindicated. Of course a woman had been the cause of all his suffering.
“Ugh…” He tries to form words, but all that really comes out is a groan. He's clinging to her, though he doesn't really know when that started. He tries again.
“Am I dead..?”
"Not yet, love!"
Tracer was still running. She was fit, but her legs were where all her muscle was, and her arms were starting to get tired carrying him. Didn't matter, though. She'd carry him as long as she had to.
She propped his head against her shoulder to redistribute his weight a little. "There we are! You just hang on tight, duck!"
Duck? She was getting flustered. She really had no clue where the nearest hospital was. If she didn't figure out how to get him into one urgently, he was going to die. She could go to the nearest house ask them to call an ambulance, but... What about all those men after him? Had she covered enough ground to be far enough to wait for the ambulance safely?
She doubled around and went down a sidestreet to zig-zag and confuse them. She found a house with the lights on and pounded the door urgently.
She gave the boy a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, we're gonna get you to an ambulance. I'll wait with you and if any of them find us, well, then they'll find out just how scrappy I can be."
@transcxndxnt
Tracer hadn't been there long, but she'd been there long enough. None of the men had noticed her flickering into existence off behind them, but she had seen enough to have... If not a clear idea of the situation, then a clear idea of what she should do.
"I don't think this kid is safe with any of you blokes, frankly," she said, watching with satisfaction as all the men's heads jerked over to look at her for the first time. "And I think I'm going to intervene."
She really didn't know how fast any of these guys were, but she was confident she was faster. They couldn't react before she blinked in, picked up the injured, clearly dazed kid--"I'll just take that"--and blinked out.
She could hear them shouting and yelling behind her, but, well, too slow. She kept running, blinking as much as she could as fast as she could to get distance between the men and the two of them. She needed to find a hospital, but she had no idea where or when she was, and she wouldn't be here long. She had to get this kid as safe as possible.
"Hey," she said, feeling blood drip down her fingers and fear settle into her gut. "Hang in there! The cavalry's here."
My favorite part of the lore I have going on with Tracer is that she just... Appears and disappears without a trace. Ghost-coded Tracer my beloved.
@glitchedslipstream
“Oh, you're lost lost.”
Decisions, decisions. They're alone, and she's definitely not a killer- he could really scare the shit out of her before he kills her.
Or- he could play nice. Make a friend for now. Maybe more than a friend later. She does have that hot British accent, and it's always fun to meet someone new when he's used to the same forty or so survivors over and over again.
He hears what he wants to hear, anyway- that she's attracted to people who are deep into horror. The girlfriend thing is a very minor obstacle.
He circles her, continues to weigh his options. The glowing sci-fi chest thingy raises more questions. The leggings sway him towards option B.
“Elaborate on the glitchy thing.”
Tracer nodded. She did just appear in the middle of this guy's convention. She probably owed him an explanation.
"My condition is called 'chronal disassociation,'" she explained, practiced. "It means I'm out of sync with time. It used to be kept under controlled by this chronal accelerator," she patted the glowing sci-fi thing on her chest, "But lately... I've been glitching all over the place, into all sorts of different places... That's how I showed up here. I can't control it--I don't know how long I'll be crashing your party, love."
She stretched. It seemed like a long time since she'd had a chance to stretch.
"It's a nice break from all the fighting, though..."
With Overwatch starting again, so much of her time has been spent on missions. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Emily. All she could seem to remember lately was fighting.
"I don't have a better explanation... I'm like a ghost, appearing here and there in various spots in time because of my condition. But you..."
Tracer grinned big, face lighting up like a spotlight.
'You're the guy from Stab, right? Emily loves that one. She's really into the classics. I just spend the whole movie wanting to pop the slasher right in his mask."
I would love to get something going on Tracer... I probably need to make a new promo to find people 😩
Hi I decided I'm back (on all three of my blogs @leaderbond @neonfool and @glitchedslipstream) we're mutuals and you're still active and still interested in a thread we had going lmk. But I'll probably be slow and low activity
put that down , you don't know what it does .
"Oh, sorry!"
Lena carefully set the mysterious doohickey down where she had found it. She hadn't even meant to pick it up, really, she'd just spaced out and suddenly it was in her hand. She had a bad habit of acting without thinking. She held her hands carefully to her sides, curling them into fists so she didn't accidentally touch anything.
"Thanks for inviting me to your lab, Dr. O'Deorain. You, uh, said you wanted to test something on me?"
Truth be told, Lena was a little nervous about that. Moira was intimidating; twice Lena's height and with a sharp tongue like acid. Lena didn't know her very well, but they were on the same team, so they had to have more in common with each other than not, right?
"I'm not cleared to know anything about what you guys are doing in Blackwatch, but I'm sure it's important work!"
