more than a mechanic

ind. brigitte of overwatch

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Unfortunately, Bri isn’t going where I want her to go at all. Lots of starters that don’t get replied to, lots of follows with no interaction, a ton of introductions where Overwatch members don’t know who she is even though it’s canon that they’re familiar with her.

I don’t delete blogs, ever, but I don’t see myself being active on Bri. That said, if anyone wants to thread with Bri, just prod me on one of my other blogs ( @frigidandsharp or @danewhitman ) and I can always hop back on her if needed.

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prideofabird:

“Oh, it’s going to get a break, all right.” Maya’s been working on its maintenance, and she was just testing out if certain parts still work before she takes it off for the day.. “If I don’t run tests, it will definitely break.”

“Funny, I keep telling Reinhardt the same thing about his, and he never listens.” Brigitte leans in a bit, studying said armor. “Need a hand?”

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flannelsxpaints:

“What? Did I get the crest wrong?”

“No, not exactly.” Bri gazes for a moment, thinking. “It’s rather avant-garde. I like it.”

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warrior-princess-aries:

“Och! Ah’ve been stayin oot the best Ah can! Ah dunna even go lookin for it. But…Ya know with Overwatch, sometimes trouble fainds you...” She reached up and scratched the back of her curls sheepishly.

Brigitte chuckles, nudging the redhead with an elbow. “Don’t I know it.” Following Reinhardt around for as long as she has, Bri certainly knows how easy it is to be found by trouble. 

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petrolexplosivo:

“Recruited!” He sauntered to the heap of scrap in it’s bin, giving it a look over before casually kicking it over with an unceremonious clatter. “Given an offer we couldn’t refuse! I mean, it pays well enough. Plus beats prison, yeah? AHEHEHEHE. I’m known internationally, you know!” 

He sat himself down on the floor quite proudly, hefting his tire off his back to lean up nearby as he sifted through the spread out pile clogging the pathway. “Best of the best of the best of the best,” He mumbled, as though if he repeated it enough, it would sound more true, or at least plausible, “At blowin’ stuff up and general Mayhem!” And not because of… other reasons.

Quick glances her way as he sorted and babbled showed a lot of interesting looking racks of tools and boxes of who knew what… parts, look for things that were glowy, that always was promising, or at least shiny. Parts that moved or chemicals in jars. Unspent cartridges of any size and sort and application… It all blew up in the end. Or powered an engine of destruction of some sort or other.

So far the scraps pile was outright rubbish. He set a few sheets of metal to the side for appearances. 

“Of course you were.” Brigitte’s face ends up in the palm of her hand. It’s anyone’s guess as to who recruited Junkers. McCree, maybe. Or Lena. Even Winston, if he was desperate enough. Just the sort of idea to make the UN think the recall was a terrible idea.

A sigh, and she drags her hand from her face, shaking her head. “You’re a part of the same duo that caused a hell of a stir in London, aren’t you?” Seeing as the kid’s digging through that mess now, Brigitte can get back to her workbench. The latest project is a new emitter for Reinhardt’s shield. One that doesn’t give out quite so quickly. 

Lots of finite work. She might be able to concentrate enough to hold a conversation, but her head’s down as she works, fiddling with connections a bit too delicate to take her gaze off of very often.

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warrior-princess-aries:

Ari looks up at the gentle touch, and smiles gently at her comment. “Ah don’t”

Her grin widens before giving a scoff as if she’s offended. “Ah’ll ‘ave ya know Ah’ve been on ma best behavior!” she chuckles.

There we go. That got the reaction she was looking for. Properly derailed and Brigitte is grinning at the redhead, a brow raised.

“Best behavior? Oh, so not as much trouble as usual?” There may be a bit of a twinkle of mischief in her eye.

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explodingtrashman:

“I got the idea from someone a while ago. I don’t exactly remember who anymore.”

Junkrat giggled, shrugging before returning his focus to the bomb.

“At least people don’t have to get angry at me because I blew something up or set something on fire. Which is good for both me and the others!”

Brigitte takes a step or two in, leaning to get a look at what exactly he is doodling. The kid’s got interesting taste, she has to admit.

“I’ll assume you’re the reason I keep seeing bright yellow smiles around the place?”

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wundertater:

Angela had been about to speak when Brigitte moved behind her and began speaking. She blinked in shock, her body being pushed out the door of her office and through the med bay.

“B..Brigitte! Please, I’m just fine! What’s so wrong with eggs?”

Despite her spoken unwillingness for a break, the doctor’s feet continued to move on their own. She wanted to spend more time with her friend after so long, but knew she had work to be done. Letting out a small sigh, she pulled away from Brigitte’s arms and began walking beside her. Perhaps it was indeed time for a break.

“Eggs are fine, just eggs is not.” Brigitte is well aware of how legitimately busy Angela is, of course. And if her old friend had been working on a patient rather than laboring over paperwork, she never would’ve even fathomed the thought of interrupting her. As it is, her desk can be lonely for a bit while they take a proper break.

“Besides, we haven’t had a chance to catch up in--” Since before the Petras Act, if she was being honest with herself. Before things went properly to heck. “--ages. Just relax for a bit.” Brigitte nudges at Angela’s arm as the woman walks next to her, just happy to be able to steal her away for a bit.

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@prideofabird liked for a starter.

“You are supposed to give your armor a break once in a while, you know.” She’s teasing, of course. Mostly.

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@flannelsxpaints liked for a starter.

“That’s--huh.” 

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@prankcode liked for a starter.

Brigitte can’t help but stare, that’s a face she hasn’t seen in a heck of a long time. “Scheiße, where the hell have you been?” Of course, she can only imagine how Reinhardt is going to flip.

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@highnooning liked for a starter.

“Howdy, pardner.” Well, that certainly sounded awful in her accent. Not that McCree hasn’t had to deal with her shenanigans before. “How’ve you been, cowboy?”

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aspergillus-naturae:

“Well so far I still need some old jet packs to a garage. I have a cart you can use to move them. I’ll help you load them on” he started to walk toward where the old jetpacks were. “Wait here I’ll go get the cart.”

“Oh, the fun stuff!” Brigitte follows after him, eyeing the equipment with genuine interest. Propulsion does happen to be a specialty of hers, after all. Winston gets a nod as he goes to get the cart, and in the meanwhile, Brigitte is leaning close to the packs, studying them.

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wundertater:

“Ja. He does enjoy his food, always has..”

Angela chuckles lightly. It was like a blast from the past to have Brigitte around again, even if it was for a short time. She had missed her friend in the years since Overwatch had fallen and it eased her to know that nothing had really change between them over the years.

“I’ll have you know that I took a break earlier to have some eggs. You know my work is important.”

“No kidding.” It was hard keeping up with his dietary habits, not to even mention keeping his favorite foods around. But, as much as Brigitte pretends to complain, she’s got to admit that there are hardly any other people she’d want to chase around the world other than the big guy himself.

“Eggs?” She’s leveling a look at Angela that she usually saves for Reinhardt. Usually. The other woman’s received the look more than a couple of times. “That’s it, we’re having a break intervention, come on.” With that, she’s started to try to herd the doctor out of her office and towards the nearest source of cookery.

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A simple but filling lunch it left on her work desk when she's not there. A note 'take it easy for once' scrawled on the bag.

Brigitte finally pulls herself away from stripping out an old model crusader shell for parts when she notices someone’s left her a gift. She’d expect something like this from Reinhardt or Angela, but the script on the note was from neither of them, and Bri’s grinning at the thoughtfulness regardless.

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Didn’t quite manage all my replies tonight (still adjusting to the new work schedule), but I’ll finish the ones I have drafted in the morning. As always, feel free to throw a starter into my tag or like this post if you want a starter from me in the morning!

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purehardt:

“You act like a saint, do not act like I have not carried you home Brigitte.”  He stumbled again and almost tripped. How can he even speak? 

Brigitte chuckles, in spite of the stumble. The big guy better watch his footing, she knows from experience that if he can’t walk, she can’t carry him. Not without help. “At least I know when to stop while I’m ahead. Most of the time.”