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ˣAngularˣ
[MISS SATYA]:
They were kids, after all. And kids liked flashy demonstrations. It felt ridiculous to have to use her abilities to make people listen to her, but if she wanted to get this done with flying colors. a little show and tell would do the trick. She hoped. She simply wanted to get out of that room quite badly.
“Hard light has the capability to become something out of nothing” With a few unlikely volunteers lowering their heads as she spoke to not pay attention, Satya took a couple of steps closer, now moving her hands to her front. Organic hand pinched an almost invisible thread from her left hand’s palm, a blue line now being pulled as she silently shaped it into a bell. She lowered herself near the student’s ear, and began moving the bell to wake up the sleeping kid.
She couldn’t help but smile now after seeing the surprised -or annoyed- face of the student who was woken up by her bell. “It can change whatever it has been already built, even those things that have already been built without hard light as its prime material. Now, I am sure it wouldn’t be nice of me to remove the legs of a chair to wake up another sleeping student, am I right?”
The children immediately paid her more attention, their gazes focused almost entirely on her skill, awe in their faces. Some of the more jaded students simply roll their eyes && look away. The display with the bell made a few of the students snicker, though the one who Brian had saved from a similar fate looks embarrassed... && annoyed.
Giggles rush through the room at her announcement, but one student mutters that it would serve them right if she did. Brian watched her with curiosity, wondering if she really could, or if she was only teasing them all. She didn’t seem the type to joke though, so he felt safe taking her at her word.
STARTER CALL.
It’ll be plotted only.
❝There’s always a problem about playing the hero… You always make yourself a TARGET❞
Independent Brian of OverWatch Penned by Sen
ooc.
sorry for being gone so long - computer troubles are gone now, thankfully. but I ended up getting a new one instead.
ˣOnline Statusˣ
[???]:
Course Well, maybe not this specific photo but She knows I have something ;)
Sombra’s face lit up at the thought of showing them all to the spider one day. She probably wouldn’t care, but it was worth a shot if only for a few milliseconds of an infuriated expression.
A few taps of her fingers and she traced the connection to the boy’s phone, found the device, externally installed a code framework and quickly gained access to the camera.
From there she watched him. This was him alright.
Brian wasn’t looking at his camera - && besides, it wasn’t like he had the technical know-how to stop her from using the camera function anyways. Regardless, Brian watches his little brother run around happily, his expression becoming fonder with every moment he watched him play.
He looks down again, && his expression becomes exasperated.
You must have lots of friends, he responds, expression as dead as the tone of his response. He shakes his head slightly, before standing as the last point scored, Timmy saying his goodbyes before running back to him excitedly.
“Welcome back,” He smiles fondly down at Timmy, who lifts his arms up. Brian hefts him up, carrying her along with a smile. “Have fun?”
Timmy nods vigorously.
ˣTrialˣ
[TRACER]:
Talon wasn’t making them the way they used too. Lena had fallen to too many skilled thugs on their behalf to imagine the sight. But if they managed to surprise him… Confusion filled her face. It was hard to act this terrified, even if his story didn’t check out entirely. The only person with a brother? The kid managed to overpower the adult captor? Lena couldn’t shake the strange feeling of a trap. But the kid also needed help, and she wasn’t one to turn her back on someone seeking help.
“….A’righ’.” Lena finally coincided, giving into his pleas. “If we’re goin’ t’ do this, you’re goin’ listen t’ me.” She pulled him aside, as if she was a cousin or aunt chastising him. “Where’s ‘e bein’ held? What’s the guard situation like? Is there somethin’ I need t’ be lookin’ out for?” Not we. Not now. Brian wouldn’t be coming in with her. She needed to get one kid out, not protect two.
Brian gives a disappointed look at her, something like the edge of rebellion in his gaze, even as he bites his lip. “I... Okay.” He sighed, expression ruefully disappointed as he agrees to her terms. It’d be a trick && a half to knock her out, but she’d be back. There were agents inside, && if she teleported back out, he’d be able to knock her out that way.
“Be careful,” He says finally, looking at her in concern. “I know you can take care of yourself... but you shouldn’t take unnecessary risks.” He smiles at her weakly. God, Brian felt like a monster.
ˣLess Traveledˣ
[SAVIOR]:
Perhaps, in his youth, Hanzo may have taken offense to the man’s words. Even, perhaps, a few months ago he may have snapped his neck just for adding too much stupidity to the world. Yet instead he lets his actions speak far louder then any insult could. He admired the boy’s instinct to get out of the way - as soon as he was the archer’s bow is snapped out from his bag, an arrow loaded, shot straight into the assailant’s foot all in three seconds’ time.
Months ago he would have struck the heart. Years ago he would have let him suffer. But now he charges forward, slamming his bow into the man’s stomach before hooking his head in his arm and smacking his head to the ground. It isn’t nearly enough to kill him, but certainly enough to knock him out cold.
It’s not until he’s incapacitated that he lifts up and looks to the boy, speaking as gently as possible, “Are you alright?”
The battle is over before it was even really started. Brian’s eyes are wide as the older man helps him stand, gaze torn between awe && nervousness. Brian accepts his hand, using the leverage to haul himself up into a standing position.
“Thanks,” Brian said finally, rubbing a hand against the spot where the gun had jammed itself against his spine, the boy curiously observing the stranger. “Um... Not to be ungrateful sir... but why did you save me?” He asked, kneeling by the other man, checking carefully for a pulse. Steady && strong.
ooc.
sorry for being offline so often. I’m currently having some pc issues.
oo1 . wishlist
Brian being in Talon is literally my fave verse of all time.
Give me mentorship or give me death.
Any sort of rp where his actions in the OW museum come back to haunt him. Always good.
Terrify him. One of many good things in life is of this boy being terrified.
someone realize he’d make a halfway decent assassin please.
basically let me write this boy being a no-holds barred badass instead of an occassional badass
ooc. starter call
ˣAngularˣ
[MISS SATYA]:
“Thank you”.
Satya took a step forward, hands being held behind her back. Studying the crowd never helped her to settle and feel comfortable. She couldn’t quite understand the logic behind keeping her focus in one particular person, just like every other partner from outreach would explain to her. Pointless to waste all the effort into someone who wouldn’t pay attention, or wouldn’t value her conversation, so she stopped trying.
With one deep breath, Satya found a perfect spot to remain standing, next to the chair that had been prepared for her. This was to be a quick conversation, nothing too detailed, not much time to be spent here. If they wanted to test everybody, she wouldn’t be standing there. For now, she only had to demonstrate what she was capable of doing. “My name–” always the best way to begin, she was also told by outreach, “is Satya Vaswani. I am an architect, specialized in construction of urban areas using hard light as my main material, employed by the Vishkar corporation. I am sure some -if not, all- of you have heard of hard light, as least once?”
It doesn’t take long before the students become restless. They’re bored, easily enough, && more than one rolls their eyes, putting their head on their desk. Brian firmly kicks the one who does next to him, their head jerking up in surprised pain. Brian, for his part, does his best to listen raptly, && is one of the few students who bothers to give a nod of acknowledgement to her words.
Though many students were curiously trying to observe what was behind her back. Brian watches her curiously, as her gaze flits from person to person, never remaining still even for a moment, as though she was looking for someone worth the time of day. At least, that’s what it felt like.
ˣOnline Statusˣ
[CRAZY]:
Well I’m not dead yet, am I?
Sombra snickered quietly and mindlessly scrolled through an entire folder she’d titled Araña. If she had nothing to fear, he had nothing to fear. It wasn’t like Widow had the time to go off hunting some kid.
Probably.
Count yourself lucky.
Brian rolls his eyes, smiling at his little brother when Timmy runs back over to get another bottle of water for himself.
“Having fun?” Brian teases softly, watching his brother light up, delight in his expression.
“Yeah! Tons!” He says the words enthusiastically, flinging tiny arms around him in a hug. “One more game?” He asks hopefully, && Brian chuckles, giving his little brother a nod.
“Okay, one more game.” Fondly, Brian watches Timmy rush off with a sense of nostalgia.
Does she know you have this kind of blackmail material on her?
Send me a "FIGHT ME!" And I will make a description on rather or not You should fight your muse
Or send me a “FIGHT THEM” For a description for rather or not you should fight MY muse.
oo8 . headcanon
It’s gone unmentioned, but I think it should be said, Brian wasn’t just strong enough to use the Doomfist, but he was stealthy enough to bypass not just Widowmaker && Reaper, but Tracer && Winston as well. That takes some serious skill, especially since a sniper like Widowmaker requires absolute awareness of her surroundings at all times. Sneaking up on Reaper would have been hard. Sneaking up on Widowmaker should have been nearly impossible.
Taking the Doomfist when it was in Widowmaker’s peripherals the entire time? He should have been shot.
ˣClinical Whiteˣ
[MERCY]:
Often at peace with a book, Angela found herself wandering the halls of the library. It was perhaps the one place she wouldn’t expect to hear ruptures from some of her louder colleagues. It was tranquil and calm. Always one to keep full awareness of her surroundings, the blonde would often see a younger male there. Always there. Since the classes had finished, he’d practically been living there.
One afternoon, they were the only two in the building. Golden sun beams shine through the windows and onto her figure, making her appear more angelic than usual. && So she offers a smile to the younger a few tables away. “Are you alright? Do you need a hand with anything?” She smiles brightly at him.
Green eyes snap up to her own, blinking almost owlishly as he tries to place her, mind searching through his catalog of memorized names && faces. He does eventually, dragging himself out of the long litany of remembered names && faces. “Ah... Yes, thank you Miss Ziegler,” He says politely, setting his books down. He offers a brief smile. “I’m just reviewing my notes for anatomy is all,” He sets his books down, unwilling to be seen as rude to one of the best support members of OverWatch.
ˣCrackedˣ
ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᑫᵘᵉᵉⁿ - @timexout
Brian’s skin reddens against the harsh blow, the teenager spitting out blood as he wipes his mouth off. It’d been a few hours since he’d been captured. Logistically speaking, Brian knew that he wouldn’t be able to escape forever - he’d need to be caught at least once, but he’d thought - perhaps a bit naively, that OverWatch wouldn’t slip into such dirty tactics. They so did enjoy the high moral ground.
Then again, Brian had blown up one of their more critical warehouses. Through blurry eyes, Brian can see a familiar figure, the sight of her making his lips curl up into a smirk despite the throbbing pain in his mouth.
“You only come to see me now darling?” He forces out, grinning. “I’ll admit I’m disappointed.”
