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For the longest time, losing had been the worst possible outcome. Losing the payload, the piece of data or tech, into enemy hands. But he was a soldier and he was used to worse losses. This, though…this had been beyond defeat. It was disgrace. To fall into enemy hands as a captive and risk intel that Talon would quite literally kill for, it was the most careless thing he could have let happen. Now he had to deal with the consequences, in a situation unfamiliar to him in more than one way.

He knew Talon, but her…she had been buried in the shadows with Blackwatch, dismissed after her controversial research was blasted by peers. The soldier only knew what pieces they could dig up from her days in Overwatch’s covert ops. Yes, he hardly knew her, but one thing was certain: she was responsible for Reyes, and more than likely for Lacroix. She was an enemy and she would fall like the rest of them.

The lab was always quiet, Moira saw to that. She needed to think, and for that she needed silence. In the next room was the soldier that had played part in leading a team which by all right should have remained in pieces. However, he was undeniably an asset to Talon much as Widowmaker had proven to be. She was less concerned with all of that, however, and more eager for the fresh body that in her eyes was a supply to her research. Unfortunately she was caught in the politics of the other council members, forced to hold 76 as nothing more than a prisoner for now.

At the very least, she supposed, she could start some (mostly) non-invasive preliminary tests on him. He was of similar stock to the one they now called Reaper, and Moira had her ideas about how she might do things differently this time around. All such plans were whisked away by the sound of approaching footsteps, and she reluctantly turned to their source. Interesting…

“Ghoul…Fancy seeing you here. Am I needed elsewhere?”

Perhaps she had been sent by the council members, to escort her to some impromptu briefing on a mission? That seemed unlikely, but she couldn’t come up with any reason one of the Talon agents would willingly come down here of their own accord.

[ @kymsteyn ]

#talonedbanshee #((GOMEN ITS BEEN A MILLION YEARS SINCE IVE DONE THIS HAHA))#((and yEAH P MUCH LET KYM SEE THE SAD OLD MAN))

Curiosity was eating away at the woman who approached the lab, having found out that Talon managed to capture one of the most wanted and illusive vigilantes on their list left her with so many burning questions and ideas that she had to see for herself. Did that old man really get so careless? What Kym wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall of 76's holding room right now...

"Moira."

She offers a small greeting while taking a look at her surroundings, she can't remember the last time she was in the scientists quarters. It couldn't have been any less overwhelming or terrifying, that's for sure. Nonetheless Ghoul sets her focus back to her associate and gives her an answer.

"No. Actually..."

A pause, as she thinks of the right way to word at what might pass as a request.

"I've come to see if the rumors are true. And if so; to probe our newest catch for information."

Something tells her that she should choose her phrasing carefully. While Moira was on the same team, that didnt guarentee trust or confidentiality. There were many reasons Kym wanted to see the soldier, and she wasn't about to openly admit all of them to someone who loved to study and expirement on people.

talonedbanshee replied to your post: { i dont gotta say it you know what this is :,)))...

I SEE YOU

I’m here ready to die

#talonedbanshee #ooc dont actually kill me

{ i dont gotta say it you know what this is :,))) }

-casually revives this blog almost a year later-

“Sure got a funny way of showing it.”

He growls, and there’s no masking the ferocity of his tone now. At this point, why bother? She knows what she did, knows how it affected the TEAM. He had lost Reyes, lost a friend already…a scar as old as the one peeking from his visor. He had never thought that it would be reopened.

“Why are you skulking back here, then? Got something up your sleeve?”

If it was anyone else he would have shot by now. It isn’t unfair, they’re on a battleground as far as he sees it. But somehow, even now, if he can avoid it he will. EX-teammate or not, she had been one of them. But that excuse is flimsy, transparent and 76 knows there’s more. She’s young, and he had seen the hope in her eyes when she had first joined Overwatch. He still clings to his own foolish HOPE, that here’s a small chance she might return, and that’s what hurts more than anything. It would be so much easier to abandon such sentiment, more EFFICIENT. Some soldier I am.

[ @kymsteyn ]

#eightleggeddragon #((sorry 76 she gotta assert that enemy authority))#((also she's like... right in front of him and just STARING UP @ HIM BECAUSE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS LAUGHABLE))#((She thinks she's tough and domineering but...hun lemme tell ya...))

“...”

The noise coming from behind that mask was sending shivers down her spine-- It hadn’t bothered her at first, but now it was giving her all kinds of feelings. Both good and bad. She wondered about him, the soldier; the one who opposed her but still held back. What kind of look was he giving her right now? Curiosity was killing her.

“I was heading to where I’m needed. But then you showed up.”

Kym wouldn’t let 76 go through the same troubling mystery. She made it very clear how she felt at this moment; Irritated. Stepping forward, facing the old man and glaring up at him within their recently close proximity, the female hisses a threat.

“Speaking of, you’re in my way. Move or I’ll move you.”

mintandcoriander-blog

Just when it seemed like a victory, that’s when things seemed to get roughest. Cori had remained perched in her spot as long as she could manage, but the enemy team was pressing in fast and fleeing was the only option. That didn’t help her completely avoid the attack thrown her way. Stumbling to the nearest place that wasn’t crawling with hostiles, she leaned against the wall and heaved a heavy breath.

‘Here, heal up.’

The gruff voice seemed to come from nowhere, and just like that, her vitals were stabilizing. All because of…

“Seventy-Six…Thanks!”

She muttered, but gunfire drew closer and the enemy seemed to be curving back this way. Including a certain enemy…a familiar face. A wicked grin flashed across her lips, disappearing just as she clutched to the arm of the nearby soldier.

“Oh no, my bots aren’t ready to strike again…I’m defenseless.”

It was easy enough for the cheesy plea to sound sincere in her naturally mouse-like voice, and like a charm the Soldier seemed to respond to that good old sense of duty.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll cover you. Just stay behind me.’

She complied, only peeking out to cast quite a look at the attackers…one that didn’t seem very frightened at all…

[ @kymsteyn ]

#mintandcoriander #((SHE GROWLS))#((GET OUTTA MY WAY 76 THIS IS PERSONAL))

As someone who prides themselves in being a major asset to their side, the healer against heroes prefers to play safely; since she isn’t enlisted as an offensive member. Giving power-ups and health regeneration are more her thing. Though that doesn’t mean she has some sort of weapon in case something goes south-- At the moment, she believes there won’t be any need.

Kym follows her team closely as they push against the opposition for control. She is alert and ready for action, nothing seems to stop her from supporting those around her to do what needs to be done. Just as she decides which person to partner with in closing this match... Something catches her eye rather quickly.

She recognizes the two and almost instantly freezes up, any boost she was applying to her teammate disappeared. Focus that was meant for battle turned to something else. Only one thought crosses her mind in that instance; one emotion that drives her to an edge to break her very collected and confident composure.

Jealousy.

Anyone nearby could almost hear and see the change in character-- If she hadn’t dashed off so fast in what can only be described as a fit of pure rage. In a matter of seconds she’s raced past allies and enemies alike, all to reach the person so smugly hiding behind him.

“Don’t get comfortable, I’ll make sure there isn’t an opportunity for another biotic field to drop.”

{ @mintandcoriander }

A seldom heard sound escapes his visor, a laugh. It’s not light like the ones from his team, but it’s something from the stern old man this soldier has become. It’s short lived, however, because even though she looks different now, he sees her. Recognizes. And now he understands the seemingly out of place dread that’s been gnawing at his stomach.

“Kym.”

It’s a growl, almost feral. The betrayal is still so fresh that he can hardly believe he’s standing in front of an ex-teammate. The soldier is glad for his mask then, for the visor that hides eyes likely filled with anger and a tinge of hurt. He’s already gone through the fall of Overwatch once, and to see history repeat itself like this is an ill omen he can hardly ignore.

“Miss us already?”

Now the gruffly spoken words contain no indication of emotion, blank as the apparatus covering his face. In his mind, there’s a thousand and one questions he wants to ask, most of them along the lines of ‘Why did you do it?’. Instead he goes for something simpler.

“You the one commanding those buffoons out there? Things aren’t looking too good for them.”

[ @kymsteyn ]

#eightleggeddragon #((knife cat face))

“I’m so glad you remembered.”

There’s just a hint of sarcasm in her reply. Something really was endearing about it though, maybe because it was such an honor to not be forgotten in the mind of someone who thinks so highly of himself, and takes his job very seriously.

“No...”

She’s blunt and takes a pause to leave some tension in the air, hoping to catch him off guard with her sly commentary,

“But maybe I missed you. Why else would this meeting have happened? Perhaps it’s fate.”

Kym can’t hide how amused she is at the idea-- the false smile she offered before now turns into a genuine smirk. Her eyes narrow on the enemy and when she tries to focus-- She can’t get a read on him, not through that visor. But the grumbling and growling coming from him was enough to tell of any hidden feeling that his expression wouldn’t show.

“I would take that as an insult if I couldn’t say the same for your heroes, but...You get the point.”

This far away, and he can still hear everything. Tracer’s quips bounce off the wall, mingling with Reaper’s hissed taunts. Laughs interrupt staccato gunfire, and the soldier can only shake his head. Kids, still kids. Not all of them, of course, but there are too many who are new to this, who didn’t come from the army to Overwatch. They had been fresh faces with careers cut short by the scandal.

He has to admit, though, he’s glad to have them back all the same. Tonight only bolsters the sentiment. They’re on route for an overwhelming success, but the soldier is still wary. He knows how quickly the tide can change, and that’s why he falls back. He has a feeling, and 76 had enough years under his belt to know when to trust that sort of thing.

Quietly, he navigates empty alleyways, while his visor systematically scans for anything nearby: movement, heat signatures, any indication of life. He’s almost ready to give up when he spots it. In a world dyed red, there’s a shadow that shouldn’t be there. Wordlessly, he hefts his gun into position, aiming at the lone figure.

“I came here to move a payload, not play Hide and Seek. So why don’t you show yourself.”

[ @kymsteyn ]

#eightleggeddragon #((LONG TIME NO SIN))#((im so rusty gomen))

One swift turn on her heels is enough. That deep, rough voice reveals the culprit of the previously heard sound, now included were words-- and not just any..

A demand.

The corners of her lips move upward; a wry smile forming as the current expression in response to who bothered giving away his position so easily.

“You’re pretty boastful, old man.”

Kym recognized that tone, the one of a man who only goes by the title of soldier. For curiosity's sake she humors him for the moment, now taking slow and careful steps to her target-- Waiting for whatever he has planned.

“I think you should go first, but I just might give you what you want, if you tell me what happened to the other 75 before you..”

Truthfully, she was interested in what lies behind the mask and red tactical visor that covered the face of 76. The identity of someone so stuck on having a number for a name was a mystery and surely had something to hide.

#eightleggeddragon

Cool night air hits as she rushes out of open spaces and through alleyways to catch up to her squad. The team was pushing forward and moving the payload faster than she’d anticipated. No worries though; nothing could stop her from making it.

Except, if someone were to intercept...

But that wouldn’t happen. No one would be away from where they were needed by this point. How foolish would one have to be to stay behind and try to corner an enemy-- Especially this one.

Darting around corners leads her closer to a familiar group that she can just barely hear. The battle rages on ahead of their support and she’s damn well determined to get there to enjoy that victory.

However,

One thing causes her to pause, just briefly. A sound that seemed closer than the destination. Movement-- Footsteps maybe? There was no way of telling, as it was lost to the far off noise of gun fire. A glance is all it takes to put any doubt or paranoia to rest..

{eightleggeddragon}

At first, he has to admit, the long-forgotten sense of worry nags at his mind. He’s never done this, never had a reason to until her. He tries to tell himself it makes no difference whether she lives or dies, it’d be less burden on him. Unfortunately, he’s not as good at lying to himself as he used to be.

Regardless, worry fades soon enough when the color comes back to her cheeks and her rest looks more like a deep sleep than death. He’s content now, that his blood seems to have done something right for her, and a quick peek under her shirt (no, not that far up) reveals her wounds to be half-healed already.

Contentment becomes amusement in a flash. One moment, he’s sitting against the podium, whittling away at some scrap piece of wood. The next, she’s groaning and calling out his name. Awake, is his first thought. But before he can even stand, he hears another moan and it is not one of pain. Curiously he peeks over and sees a girl with her eyes shut and her expression…pleased.

Black Hat waits, whittling and giving her a glance every so often. The smirk doesn’t leave his lips for a moment. Is this what my blood does? Or am I just that desirable, even in the throes of death. Of course, when she comes to, he hardly gives her a glance.

“You went out, I gave you my blood.”

He answers bluntly, finally setting aside his little project. Cat-like eyes turn to her, studying her carefully.

“How do you feel?”

#blackhatiisms #priest au #wtf was he making #gdi black hat why must you be so AWFUL

“Fine-”

She answers him a little too quickly, as if she wants the conversation to end before it can begin. Taking in her surroundings once more; she sits up and realizes those sinful thoughts had done more to her than previously believed. She doesn’t move.

“Did you make that?”

Changing the subject was a perfect idea. Kym tries to be as nonchalant as possible about it... Trying to avoid discussion on her dreams was the main reason she points it out, but she does have some general interest as she never knew the vampire could whittle. But only now does it hit her; what he said before.

“Wait-- You- What?”

He mentions something about blood-- his blood. Her wounds have healed and she can’t for the life of her remember much as she blacked out before she could recall such an action. Could that be the reason why she imagined him...

The female covers her mouth, in surprise or disgust is unclear. But clearly there is some worry as she muffles a question.

“Am I.. going to be a vampire?”

A sound somewhere between a growl and a moan leaves his throat. It’s hard to make much of anything else when his fangs are firmly buried in the dip of her neck. Her very reactions are becoming as thrilling as the blood pumping through her veins, and that’s something he’s never experienced before.

Her wandering hands send another wave of pleasure through him, and he pulls her closer on instinct. It’s with some reluctance that he halts his drink, licking away those few stray droplets of red. The last thing he needed to do was become distracted and drink her dry.

“My my, little miss, is there a draft in here?”

He teases in a gruff whisper, feeling the shiver against his grip. He leans back against the arm of the couch, to accommodate her. Yellow eyes linger over her form, lit only by that flickering fireplace, but a vampire can see more than the average eye. He chuckles, one hand sliding up a cloth covered thigh. It stops where the hem of her shirt begins, one thumb just barely grazing the skin beneath. His eyes lock with hers in a silent question before he goes any further.

#blackhatiisms #priest au #does he just... have xray vision #what does he see w/ his VAMPIRE EYES #also LMAO you sure you wanna break those vows bh ;)))

She’s pulled back into the reality of her situation when hearing the man’s audible response to her touches, even more so when he removes himself from her throat and continues his teasing. As if he had any room to talk.

“Must be, I can’t imagine why else I’d be this up close and personal.”

The lady wasn’t gonna let him off that easy-- So she whispers back just as sharply. Truth is she actually was warm and could shed a few layers of clothing without hesitation in terms of temperature. It’s the recollection of words exchanged earlier that halts the action.

----- I didn’t come here looking for a one night stand, if that’s what you mean.

Those were her words from before; in the bar, when they were alone. Kym studies the vampire and his predatory gaze and wonders just how on Earth she ended up like this? Maybe she wasn’t outright looking for this to take place, but it sure as hell was happening now. Whatever the reason, her attention is diverted back to a wandering hand.

“You said you were as pure as a choirboy, right? Does that tagline still stand in a position like this?”

After all, he had vows to keep. Even if he didn’t want much to do with his church overlords anymore. She simply smirks and moves her own hand, feeling along the torso of her companion to maybe (just maybe) find a heartbeat.

He had expected things to go better, but as usual fate was never quite kind to the man now known as Black Hat. Fate, as it turned out, would rather punch him in the gut. And that was the least of his injuries.

Limping from the hive, the man took just one look back with a somewhat forlorn expression. Snarling, he faced forward again, trudging over the sandy hill until the nearest town came into sight. It was a dingy little place, hardly a town at all. But she would be there waiting, in its quiet.

He wasn’t sure how he made it, but the moment Black Hat stepped in front of the ramshackle house, he collapsed. Never had he faced such pain, for his every wound usually healed as quickly as one might smoke a cigarette. Not so, it seemed, with injuries from the Queen herself.

|| @kymsteyn ||

#blackhatiisms #priest au #Kym like HOW DO YOU... TAKE CARE OF A VAMPIRE????#also this just reminded me this could be the continuation of that one kiss prompt #WINK WINK

And there she waited, settled on wooden steps with arms crossed and eyes closed. She’s been there for awhile; tired from staying awake longer than she should have.. but she needed to if he came back (or if something else did in his place).

When the sound of dragged footsteps comes into her range the human snaps out of her nearly asleep stupor to find him– In a state she had never witnessed and thought impossible for what he was. Alarm gives her the energy to move, swiftly going to the vampire’s side when he falls.

“What happened?”

She’s already taking note of the apparent damage and wondering just what in the world will help him-- Vampires were immortal weren’t they? Any wound that he ever had was gone within minutes. This was different. Kym feels silly for asking the question, for she was already aware of the one thing that would probably ease his pain.

“Do you need blood?”

“Yea, ironic ain’t it.”

He manages with a grim smile. It’s gone in seconds, when he hears her next words. Not that the tone and strain in her voice didn’t make it clear enough, but…

“Now just…hold on, miss. You aren’t going anywhere.”

He mutters, and carefully he pulls back on side of her jacket as gently as he can. The fabric of her shirt is soaked in blood, and he doesn’t have to lift it far to see that her abdomen is practically mush. The paltry shred of fabric he had prepared seems like a joke now. Only Black Hat isn’t laughing.

“Dammit, I didn’t want it to come to this. Don’t you go screaming at me when you wake up.”

He lifts an arm, pushing his coat sleeve past the elbow, and biting deep into his own forearm. He pushes the open wound to her mouth with no ceremony, only one growled word.

“Drink.”