I will break you.

affiliated with Citta Alveare rank: citizen lives: h-1 weapon: particle cannon can be used up to ten minutes per day ability: particle barrier can be used three times per day

[makeswind]

> John: Prank someone hilariously. 

something about the weather lately has inspired you to do some hilarious antics, particularly as it relates to powdery snow in a spherical shape. you found your way to the park of sector oo6, now blanketed in snow, and you prepare your weapon. a pure white ball of snow now positioned safely in your hand, you search for a target.

your eyes scan across the park until you spot someone who seems like an easy target. she is huge and should therefore be easy to hit! unfortunately, you are a little nervous because, as you said, she is huge and she also may be quick to hit you. but you are a servant to your trade, and so you prepare your catapulting arm. you harness a bit of your residual windy powers, flying up into the air for a better position. you then fly away from the victim, using the blast of air to propel the snow towards the other.

you are now hiding strategically in the most obvious hiding spot in the area.

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[itsonlygame]

Zarya was enjoying the weather---it was a warmer winter than she was used to, perfect for going out to jog in. That’s what she’d been doing when she’d decided to take a break and stretch. Which, maybe, wasn’t such a good idea since the pause was apparently enough time for someone to fling some snow at her.

Blinking, she turned around, trying to find the source of which the snow came from. Of course, there was really only one spot for someone to be hiding. It was... Pretty obvious. Walking towards where the other hid, she soon reached it, peering around to spot him. Raising a brow, she reached out, yanking him up by the hood to look at him.

It was like he was aiming to be caught.

“You threw that snowball, да?”

“Not very good at hiding. Did you want to start a fight?”

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@scrigginisms

Secret santas were hard, she learned. Not only because she had a limited amount of funds, but because she had no idea what other people could possibly want for a gift. She didn’t really know much about the person she had been assigned, and she had to step back from the desire to get them things she would appreciate for gifts---mostly since they would be weight lifting equipment and other general work out gear.  So in the end, she wasn’t great with gifts and simply asked a department store clerk for help.

Of course, now approaching the recipient, she questioned if what she’d gotten was a good idea.

Holding the wrapped package behind her back, she stared down at the other, sightly breaking into a cold sweat. He was... a crocodile. She was assigned a crocodile. This wasn’t good, she was about to give a crocodile lotion by the suggestion of a very nice and well meaning sales clerk.

Time for plan b.

“Greetings,” she stated, waving her hand at him.

“I am your secret santa---and my gift is... To be personal trainer for a month?” Nailed it. “Can be redeemed whenever needed, you may find me on phone under ‘Zarya’.”

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r-yuumi:

It would be good if Hanzo could calm down for a moment so that he understood what Zarya was saying to him.

The archer continues to flail, but with more measure now. He at least gains enough control of himself that he starts wiggling in ways that might dislodge him from Zarya’s grasp. It may be unlikely, but Hanzo’s neck and face are absolutely burning with embarrassment.

Hanzo is taking a breath, getting ready to yell once again, when suddenly he is lowered. There is a brief relief that washes through him and he stills instantly with the hope that the floor will be beneath his feet momentarily.

But no. Because it does not ever work out so easily for him.

Seething, the archer is tucked under the Russian’s arm like a sack of potatoes. How thrilling. He dangles there, glaring pure steel and poison down at the floor until Zarya’s hand comes into view. Turning that acidic glare up to her, he crosses his arms the best he can while being hoisted.

“Hanzo.”

Because he would not dare tell her his surname, not when she is from his world.

“Put. Me. Down.”

The other’s glare did little to deter any of her actions. Smile still plastered on her face, she simply went to take his hand herself to shake when he did not offer it himself. He didn’t offer a surname, but she didn’t mind. To the point! Refreshing.

“Nice to meet you Hanzo! We will get along fine.”

Without even acknowledging his request, she finally decided to fulfill it. Shifting again, she took him under the armpits once more to place him standing properly. Patting out any wrinkles she caused from the sudden handling, she then patted him on the shoulder to signify she was done.

“There, all proper again.”

“What was it you did back in our world?”

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thomcruz:

“Willy Wonka uses he/him/his pronouns, Zarya. As head of security I have to ask you to respect Gene Wilder and his tragical sugary tour.”

“What? No---ugh. If you will not help me find Sombra I will do it myself.”

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thomcruz:

“I already quietly said ‘wait no stop don’t’ like Willy Wonka. What else do you want from me?”

“I do not know a ‘Willy Wonka’. Help me find her and throw her out, obviously.”

[thomcruz]

“Fuck yeah, this music is poppin’.”

“HEY SOMBRA, DON’T FORGET ABOUT THE MCHANZO FANFIC!!!”

[itsonlygame]

“You are security do not encourage this!”

[itsonlygame]

“...She is behind this. I know it.”

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r-yuumi:

The woman’s grin does absolutely nothing to ease Hanzo’s newfound poor mood. He scoffs softly when she looks back over the crowd, turning away himself once again. Her situational threat earns another disgruntled noise from him, as well as a roll of his eyes. She is awfully confident despite not knowing about him.

He would prefer to keep it that way. Hanzo has a small idea of who she is from the information she has parted with, but she does not seem like a person of interest to him.

Every muscle in Hanzo’s body tenses when she touches him. Those thoughts freeze in place and, despite his reflexes being rather good, he is spun around and lifted before they can kick in. A little, nagging voice in the back of his head chastises him, telling him that he would be dead if she meant to do so, but Hanzo is more concerned with being lifted like a child would pick up a puppy.

Beneath him, Hanzo’s legs dangle and his hands hang at his sides as he tries to process just what the hell the woman was doing.

He does not even hear her speak and when he realizes what’s going on, Hanzo begins wriggling in her grasp. Fiercely. His legs kick out, a possible lethal obstacle for anyone in front of him - one might not want to be concussed by metal feet within finely shined shoes. Grunting, he swats his fists at what he can reach of her arms.

“Unhand me, woman!! Put me down!”

Ah yes, this was the reaction she expected.

Laughing as the other wriggled around in her grasp, she simply tightened it. It was funny to see him struggle so, knowing that she was much stronger than him and he wouldn’t be able to leave. She felt a bit bad for it, knowing that he was at her mercy, but she didn’t have any ill intentions. No one was even paying attention until he started to move around in protest---any attention called to themselves was brought on by the man himself.

“If you remain still, no one notices!” She commented, laughter still in her voice.

“Moving like angry cat will only get people to turn.”

Though, they weren’t really getting anywhere like this. She had to keep shifting him around so one of his kicking feet did not smack the party guests. Hm, perhaps some warning may have benefited them in this situation. Did he even hear what she asked him to do? It didn’t seem like it.

Oh, she didn’t even know his name.

Shifting her hold on him, she lowered him down slowly, but simply stuck him under one of her arms instead. Adjusting to make this comfortable for herself, she extended her now free hand to him, still smiling.

“Forgot introductions! Aleksandra Zaryanova, strongest woman in the world. You may call my Zarya.”

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4ourleafclover:

{🍀} “Oh, Zarya! It’s good to see you.” Despite the rather large height difference and how obviously muscled Zarya was, Clover didn’t find herself intimidated this time. It was probably in part from having already spoken with her, and in part from hanging around Sigma- although, was she taller? Clover couldn’t tell, but she almost wanted them to compare heights. Not that she really had any good reason to ask for that, but- oh, distracting herself from the matter at hand.

“Yes, it’s nice! I’ve never been to something quite like this before, actually.” It was a little nerve-wracking, especially considering she wanted Light and Sigma to have time to themselves (which left her alone), but it was exciting too. Going to a ball, dressed up all fancy like this… it was like a dream from when she was a little girl. “Aw, thanks. You look nice too, that dress suits you really well.”

She felt at ease talking to the girl, and let herself distract from her job for the time being. It’s not as if she could really do much more than she was already---no one had even tried to start a small problem. It was rather relaxing, really.

“I have been to few gatherings like this, but not with such diverse group of people. I think I saw man with a cat head...”

This city in itself was definitely far different from what she was used to back home. But surprisingly she found that it wasn’t hard to feel at home, or at least feel as if it was hard to fit in. Her size wasn’t uncommon, and she even tended to be on the smaller side given some of the others in this city. There were a few more mechanical looking people, but she had for the moment set her prejudices aside for the sake of learning. Focusing back on the conversation with the other, she smiled, doing a small curtsy.

“Thank you---I went to that erm... That clothing shop, it was recommended. I needed something to move in for security, so finding my own outfit proved hard.”

“Did you choose your outfit yourself? You have good taste.”

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r-yuumi:

So, his suspicions were correct.

Hanzo moves in turn, facing the pink-haired woman when she looks down at him. He maintains a rather neutral expression until she leans over to address him ‘properly,’ which ultimately earns her a slight scowl. Hanzo was easy to insult and this was pretty much fitting the bill. The ornery side of him pops up as a result.

“I work for neither,” he seethes, practically speaking between his teeth at her. “It would be a fool’s endeavor to affiliate with either, past or present standing.”

One could say Hanzo holds a grudge.

The complete question of whether or not he is involved in Talon’s affairs is laughable. They wish.

Ignoring the scowl the other gave in return, her face brightened into a smile when he answered. It was good to know he was not with Talon, though she didn’t care too much on if he were affiliated with Overwatch. They so far did not pose as much of a threat to her country.

“Good,” straightening up, she looked back over the crowd a bit. “Would have had to squash you like bug if you were with Talon. Already have to deal with enough of them here tonight.”

Thinking for a moment as her eyes grazed the crowd, she looked back down at him, smile still on her face. She had a wonderful idea that was sure to work. Though admittedly he probably would not like it---so it was best to not mention it and go for it.

Grasping him on the shoulders, she quickly spun him around so his back was facing her. Before he could protest, she grabbed under his shoulders and lifted him up with ease so he could see over the crowd just as easily.

“There is woman with blue skin, man with a skull mask, and girl with an undercut and cybernetics. Please tell me if you see them and report what they are doing.”

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r-yuumi:

When the tall woman jumps upon his arrival, Hanzo’s head snaps forward to look away. There is a certain awkwardness in him now, having realized that he’s essentially snuck up on her. In any other situation, he would be fine with such a reaction. It was a part of his work as an assassin to be silent, after all. But it was a bit amusing to have shocked her.

Arms crossed over his chest, Hanzo acknowledges her military history with a soft grunt. That made two officers he has met tonight, and both were among the security’s ranks. A bit strange that he may have taken this job, then. But this was a wonderful place for someone like him to collect information, so here he was, shady past and all.

The mention of Russia did not phase him. He had overhead some guests speak of familiar country names. It was unlikely she would have been from the same version of Earth as he, which was an interesting concept in itself, but when she mentions the omnics, Hanzo blinks. It hits him after a moment and he looks up at her, squinting.

“Was there an organization by the name of ‘Overwatch’ in your world?”

Hearing the all to familiar name of the organization that was renowned across the world she was from, stunned her for a moment. Meeting someone from their world was... Not uncommon, as she had noted, but it was definitely strange. Particularly when it was no one that seemed to be connected to her work, whether allied or enemy.

Which begged the question: was he against her as the others she met were, or was he trustworthy.

“There was,” she confirmed, looking back over to him, hands placing on her hips as she turned to fully address him.

“There is also an organization of ‘Talon’, one who has sought to try and kill Chairman Volskaya.”

Eyes narrowing down at him, she leaned over a bit to be more at eye level---though it didn’t help much.

“Are you affiliated?”

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@privatecatective

Zarya had seen some interesting people in the city, but this was... Definitely new. Tilting her head, she simply watched the... creature? From a distance, trying to discern some sort of mannerisms or if she could figure out what exactly they were. It wasn’t going well. Sighing, she moved from where she stood, making her way over to the person.

Reaching out a hand, she not so smoothly stuck it right on their head. Oh, it was soft like real fur.

“Ah, not a mask.” Was all she had to say, removing her hand just as quickly as she placed it.

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@4ourleafclover

Being security was surprisingly boring when nothing was really happening. It was nice to know that nobody was breaking the rules, but it also made her job fairly boring. Her appearance also seemed to scare others off from talking to her, which further made it a boring task to simply be standing and watching the crowds.

Back home she was used to people recognizing her and coming up to her happily, but here she seemed to scare off people at one glance. It wasn’t enjoyable. Eyes scanning the crowd blankly, she saw a familiar appearance, and smiled, walking over. If no one approached her, she would just have to approach others.

Easier to do when she knew them.

“Clover, hello!” She spoke enthusiastically to the pink haired girl, smiling brightly as well.

“I am happy to see you at this ball! You look very nice, are you enjoying yourself?”

[itsonlygame]

{zarya is working security but is still dressed up, and ready to socialize. so here’s a starter call, like for a starter, cap is 2! castmates/ppl she’s interacted w before exempt!}

[torikake-blog]

          @itsonlygame​

If there is one thing he can appreciate, it is that some of the guards did not let their work tonight restrict their wardrobe.

The weight-lifter cuts a both elegant and intimidating image in the ballroom. The shock of pink and gold is a pretty and welcome alternative to the heavy whites and blues of the party’s theme. Perhaps the pink is not to his taste, but Hanzo can appreciate good fashion sense when he sees it.

“You are a fellow security guard, correct?” he asks, looking up to the woman. She is … taller than him. An intimidating figure, indeed. Hanzo is only mildly irked, but his shorter stature has always been something he was privately aggravated by.

“If I may ask, what is your line of work? From where you come, not here, that is.”

[itsonlygame]

Standing to the side, Zarya had decided to scan the crowd---something that was easy due to her height, and that those that surpassed hers stood out regardless. She’d already been visibly irritated when she’d noticed some unfortunately familiar faces, but simply took note of them instead of moving to do something. However her focus was taken, which meant it surprised her when the other spoke, causing her to jump slightly, eyes wide when she looked around for the voice.

Turns out, it was below her.

Features softening when she realized it was simply fellow security, she nodded at him. He must be rather impressive to be able to do something at his height. While he definitely wasn’t intimidating, she could respect other skills he may have to offer.

“I was in Russian military,” she stated, letting her eyes roam back over the crowd.

“Fought against the omnics.” Pausing, she realized he may not know what she was talking about, and decided to mimic a bit with her hands as she spoke. “They are sentient machinery, have ravaged my home for many years.”

[hivecitywinterball]

As the sun dips low on the edges of District Mu, the sound of sleigh bells faintly fill the air. Dozens of open carriages appear from the depths of the forest, perfectly lined up and waiting to transport the eager crowd along the trail that had been meticulously carved just for this purpose–a small present from the wood itself for the holiday season.

As the trees fly by and passengers ride along, glimpses of the winter wonders to come can be spotted for those who look hard enough. White stags with horns seemingly carved from crystal and visions of tiny creatures dressed in reds and greens: those were just some of the things that marked the festive occasion. But they paled to what awaited the guests as they arrived at their final destination.

Keep reading

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{with and without cape for zarya’s ball outfit!!

also: v aware i forgot her tattoo bc i sketched it out w the cape and now my tablet’s pen pressure is fucked so we’re stuck w this}