I See You

Independent RP blog for Amelie Lacroix (Widowmaker) of Overwatch. This blog is canon divergent. Relatively new to the experience. Please submit any grievances by private message. 

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Feeling the devil reach her climax, Amelie quickly follows suit, a low moan escaping her lips as her member spasms within the devil, adding just a bit more heat the hellspawns reserve. Her hand clamps around Crueltys soft flesh, bruising porcelain orb accidentally.

As her breathing quickly slows, the sniper collapses backwards, the bare flesh of her ass soothed by the cool pavement. She looks up at the devil, giggling as she remains frozen and trembling. She curls up against the cool night air, wrapping her arms around her knees and resisting a shiver.

Amelie raises her head, trying not to giggle as she speaks into the heart shaped rear of her companion. “While this is a nice view, do you think I could have some clothes?” A grumble resonates from the snipers stomach. “Oh, and I definitely need something to eat now.”

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Amelie smirked at the pleading touch of the woman before her, tightening her grip to near painful levels upon her breast. She uses her nails to pinch at the womans nipple, not piercing skin but definitely not being gentle. “J'aurais dû savoir que le diable aime ça dur. “ she giggles out loud between panted breaths.

“I have to admit I like this new side of you Cruelty! I admit it’s kind of intoxicating to have a devil plead for me..” She continues her fever pace, feeling her own excitement building to a crescendo but refusing to let this show end before curtain call. 

The sniper releases the womans horn, trailing her nails down her spine firmly, leaving instant welts upon the pale skin. Her hand ends its trip at the base of Crueltys tail, encircling the appendage between her pointer finger and thumb, stroking upwards before quickly bringing her hand down upon the rounded flesh of the devils ass. “Chaque fois que tu es prêt mon cher..”

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Amelie smiled as the doctor embraced her, the womans happiness warming the snipers heart. “Of course Cheri, I knew you would visit me eventually. While I had no way of knowing that you would accompany me to my home, I like to be prepared.” She reaches for a bit of chocolate for herself, reveling in the slight bitterness of the morsel.. 

“No need to feel embarrassed. I admit that I do not know much Swiss German, but basic communication isn’t difficult for me in most languages.” She sips from her wine glass again, letting her gaze drift to the dancing fire. “I’m glad you decided to come home with me Angela. I must say I am adoring your company.” Amelie watches the doctors eyes, trying to read the doctors thoughts. To know if she is enjoying herself as much as she is.

Amelie sits quietly, occasionally bringing her wine glass to her full lips. She regrets not bringing the bottle in with her. While she was not a heavy drinker, the trials of her recent days had been wearing on her conscience. The sniper could never show her fatigue to her coworkers however, it didn’t suit her. The last thing that she needed was other Talon agents noticing that she had a heart.

“You know, the courtyard is lit. Would you like to have a demonstration of your new suit tech?” Amelie smiled softly, her eyes dancing in anticipation as she watched Angelas reaction. While flying around on golden wings would never be something a sniper should do, she could tell that it meant a lot to the swiss doctor. “I could even shoot myself in the foot! For the full combat medic experience!” She stifled down a laugh, unable to contain her reaction to her own humor.

[ ╬ ]      “I wouldn’t have been able to know I’d be here either, though I suppose it was a bit silly of me not to look into a hotel before ordering my ticket. I’d call this far more than prepared.” She was more than grateful, however, gladly taking it upon herself to pick up some chocolate and savor the taste, following it with a small sip of wine. This really was a far different outcome of the night than Angela had expected, but with the way things were, she wouldn’t have it any other way. It was wonderful.

[ ╬ ]      “I never knew the word mercy had such a similar partner, even if it holds an entirely different meaning. It would be good for me to know more languages, that way I’ll have a better time helping others in many different countries.” She knew some others, such as Spanish and English, but French was still a new one for her. It would be a language the doctor adds to her list very soon.

[ ╬ ]      “This is far better than spending the night in a room on my own, it’s warm in both temperature and general atmosphere. It makes me feel…. rather happy. You’ve really done quite a bit for me already, I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more.” It wasn’t too hard to see how the sniper was feeling, but she wasn’t going to bring it up unless she herself spoke of it. They were here to relax and enjoy the night, and Angela had planned to keep it that way, reaching for another piece of chocolate and some cheese. It was an odd mix, but pleasant in taste.

[ ╬ ]      “Oh! I’d absolutely love to show you the entirety of my Valkyrie suit’s upgrades! I’ve done so many different adjustments, it’s far different than the one you saw. I may just need a bit of help attaching the wings, but it’s nothing difficult. Ah, but please don’t shoot yourself, I’d hate to see you in that much pain.” That, and it would be a shame to have to patch her up and watch her deal with the injury, Angela wasn’t a hundred percent sure her staff could fully heal the bullet wound. She’s yet to really practice on sniper rounds, mostly things like pistols and at the worst, shotguns. Each wound was different, after all.

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Amelie rose from the couch, closing her eyes and willing the effects of the wine to the fringes of her mind to steady herself. Apparently the past week had taken a lot out of her. She normally wouldn’t be so weak to the effects of alcohol. “Well then. shall we?” She raises her arm, gesturing towards the door. 

She opens the large door, the creaking of aged hinges piercing the silence of the large manor. “I assume your equipment is in your luggage?” The french woman  leads the way to the entry hall, leaning down to grab a handle before rising again. “Or would you rather move this yourself?” Amelie knew how she felt about others touching her rifle or equipment. She didn’t want to be rude.

“I will go prepare the courtyard.” Amelie gracefully walks towards the opposite end of the hall, opening a large glass door entering into a foyer for the courtyard. She approaches a nearby switch panel, flicking several as large mechanical clacks are heard from the cellar. Mechanical relays send electricity to the large lighting assemblies overlooking the exterior, the walled exterior space bathing in bright white light. 

The sniper turns upon hearing a strained grunt, seeing the doctor struggle with the largest of the items. She rushes towards Angela. “Here, let me help. I promise to be gentle Cheri.” With a reassuring smile, she grabs a handle and lifts the bag with ease, her augmentations making the heavy luggage case feel like nothing more than a handbag. As they return to the room just off the courtyard, she turns to Angela. “Would you like some help putting your equipment on? I would love to get to know your anatomy.” She silently curses her slip of the tongue, vowing to stay away from wine until she’s alone. “It! It’s anatomy!”

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Amelie sighed again, feeling the womans tail wrapping around her leg. This was the only encouragement she needed as she began to fuck the devil in earnest. She delighted in the irony for a moment, as she gently tugged upon crueltys horn for stabilization as the sniper repeatedly hit her mark.

She uses her free hand to reach around the flaming wings to gently caress the soft flesh of crueltys breast, kneading the alabaster globe in her small palm, pinching the nipple between her fingers, pulling and stretching the sensitive flesh. 

Her breathing quickens as she exerts herself. Focusing on her augmentation implant, she calms her breathing and brings herself back into her state of deadly calm, expending extra energy to maintain stamina and focus. The snipers pelvis slams into the devils ass relentlessly, the sound echoing throughout the alleyway.

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Amelie gasped and bit her lower lip at the devils warm embrace. She bucks her hips slightly, wanting to be subtle but begging for more contact. Realizing that subtlety most likely isn’t within the womans vocabulary, she decides to take matters into her own hands. Quite literally, in this instance.

She removes herself from crueltys grasp, spinning the woman on her heel and pushing her against the nearby wall. She places one hand between the womans wings, grabbing the black protrusion upon her skull to force her to arch her back and press her ass towards the sniper.

With the devils ass pressing against her member, she bucks her hips gently, groaning quietly from the contact created by the soft flesh.She bites her lip again, rolling her hips backwards and then guiding herself into the fiery creatures folds. With an agonizingly slow pace, she leans forward until she’s fully buried in her. “Je me sens vivant” she sighs.

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“Oh Cheri, I am a sniper. We deal in patience. But if you’re bored, I could always stop.” She continues to speak lowly into the woman’s ear, that is until her arousal is brought into the conversation. A blush tints her cheeks and her shoulders tense. “It’s more how I love to see you squirm.” Amelie nips at Crueltys ear for emphasis.

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Amelie blushed as the devil called out her reaction. “Oh, very soft Cheri.” She sighs, enjoying the womans touch. “What beginning? We had a rather rough start this evening, if I was expected to tell you about my sensitive areas while I had you pinned to the ground, then I made a mistake.” She smiled at her jest, stepping away from Cruelty as she detached herself.

She watches the red clad woman become less so. smiling mischievously. Amelie raises an eyebrow as the clothes ignite. “Well, that seems wasteful.” she giggles huskily, her attention being drawn to the alabaster skin being revealed. The snipers breath quickens, her rather large breasts heaving steadily but subtly. 

“If you insist.” She steps forward, placing her hands on the womans waist, sliding one around her trim form to her bra clasp. Using her thumb and forefinger, she releases the hooks. Amelie then brings both hands upwards to hook her thumbs around the shoulder straps, pulling her hands downwards, the garment sliding down effortlessly. She drops into a crouched position, tilting her head slightly and smiling as she drops the bra, sliding her hands back up Crueltys legs, catching her thumbs in the band of the devils panties, wiggling her hips as she slides those down in turn, and then rising before her again. 

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Amelie openly laughs at the devils comment. She holds firmly to the womans tail while she speaks. “Oh mon Diable… I am french. We invented promiscuity.” She smiles mischievously as she continues to stroke her hands along the demons appendage. “Besides, I’ve come to realize that I should be friendly with you.” 

She spins the crimson garbed woman with a tug of her shoulder, now face to face. “Who’s teasing?.” she purrs softly as she closes the distance between them to millimeters. Amelie wastes no time in grabbing Crueltys pony tail, tugging her black hair to force her head backwards. The sniper leans in and places kisses on the womans neck, upwards towards her ear. “So, Reine du péché can I convince you to sin with me?” she whispers in a husky tone.

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[ ♆ ]      “Let’s just say I won’t believe you until you prove otherwise~. Who knows, maybe we’ll have something to get along about after all.” Though likely, it wouldn’t take much longer to prove said statement, as it seemed already that Amelie’s actions were far from prude. Who knows, maybe this is exactly the sort of stress relief she needed to ease off of the other’s nerves, at least for a long while.

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“Oh Cheri, I am a sniper. We deal in patience. But if you’re bored, I could always stop.” She continues to speak lowly into the womans ear, that is until her arousal is brought into the conversation. A blush tints her cheeks and her shoulders tense. “It’s more how I love to see you squirm.” Amelie nips at Crueltys ear for emphasis.

It was Amelies turn to moan lewdly as the devils gloved hands found their way to her full rear. She had always been sensitive there, but after her augmentations it was almost unbearable in some situations.She inhales sharply, an exasperated “Oh mon dieu...” escaping her lips The sniper could hide her arousal when needed, but this was not one of those times. 

The french woman fights back a shudder, attempting to clear her lust filled mind. “I feel as though i am at a disadvantage in the body covering department.” Amelie gestured to her own nudity, and then to Crueltys full garb. “Shall I fix that, or would you prefer to?” She bites her full lip as she awaits the devils response.

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The largest smile possible spreads across Amelies features as the devil moans. She chuckles in a low tone and grips the devils tail. “I most certainly did. Did I find a sensitive spot?” the sniper strokes her hand along the womans tail firmly, caressing every bump and curve.

“Oh, this could be fun…” She whispers, holding the demonic womans appendage with an iron grip, tugging sharply again. Her smirk apparent even behind Crueltys back. Amelie planned to take this as far as she could. She brings her other hand to the fleshy protrusion, stroking it gently.

“If you can tell me truthfully that you don’t enjoy this, i’ll stop.” The frenchwoman giggles, doubting she’ll be stopping. Naughty thoughts begin to flash through her head as she continues her ministrations on the devil. “You know, I’m already naked…” She purrs out in a low tone, the unique woman unable to hide the effect that Crueltys moan had on her.

[ ♆ ]      “You’re going to kill me doing that…. not…. not literally. Here I thought you were more prude, after that little outburst earlier. Oh, my god~….” Now she’s’ forcefully biting her lip in an attempt to stifle what would be another moan, tail twitching ever so slightly in the other’s hand. It was one thing to pull it, which was the reason behind Cruelty not just attempting to yank it from Amelie’s grip, but stroking it was on a whole different level.

[ ♆ ]      “E-Easy! It’s sensitive, alright? It’s bad enough you’re pulling a lady’s tail without asking, at least be a bit more gentle!” There was a limit to how hard you could pull it before the usual pleasure would certainly change to pain, and this devil wasn’t going to let that happen. If it came to it, she’d be sure the other let go. However, at this current moment, although she didn’t want to admit it, having it stroked felt amazing. 

[ ♆ ]      “With what you’re doing…. h-how could I even say I don’t? This wasn’t what I was going for, you just got lucky with that little act of yours, and…. god, stop teasing me already! If you’re going somewhere with this, go.” Even her wings were beginning to tremble, turning her head to pass a flustered glare the sniper’s way. Seeing her nude form, however, the devil’s face only grew more red, letting off a low huff.

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Amelie openly laughs at the devils comment. She holds firmly to the womans tail while she speaks. “Oh mon Diable... I am french. We invented promiscuity.” She smiles mischievously as she continues to stroke her hands along the demons appendage. “Besides, I’ve come to realize that I should be friendly with you.” 

She spins the crimson garbed woman with a tug of her shoulder, now face to face. “Who’s teasing?.” she purrs softly as she closes the distance between them to millimeters. Amelie wastes no time in grabbing Crueltys pony tail, tugging her black hair to force her head backwards. The sniper leans in and places kisses on the womans neck, upwards towards her ear. “So, Reine du péché can I convince you to sin with me?” she whispers in a husky tone.

Before Cruelty can answer, she nips at the womans earlobe, her blue lipstick leaving faint traces on the devils skin. Amelie had given up on any attempt to hide her own arousal, as it was currently pressing insistently on Crueltys stomach. No, it was the snipers task to frustrate the demon to no end. She uses her free hand to reach around and grip her newfound toy again, stroking her fingers along her saviors tail. 

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“Well, i’m glad that I can be entertaining.” Amelie rolls her eyes, the sarcasm thick in her voice. “But if we’re going to coexist, do you think you can at least try to respect the fact that I’m not a toy?” She clasps her hands together in mock prayer. “I appreciate a joke as much as the next girl, but can there be a limit?” She gestures to her clothing. “Like this?”

The woman squeaks as her clothes are removed, her body reacting quickly to the cool night air. She makes a quick, but fruitless attempt to cover her large assets with her hands. “What the hell? We’re in public!” Amelie takes a step towards the devil, trying to grab the red clad woman but thinks better considering the heat radiating from her wings.

She huffs, frustrated as the woman continues to walk away, heading towards the main street. An idea flashes through Amelies mind, as she quickly grabs Crueltys tail. “Hey! You can’t just leave me like this!” She pulls the womans tail firmly, the devil stumbling back slightly. 

[ ♆ ]      “Maybe I can, maybe I can’t, you haven’t given me much of a reason not to act this way. I’m just doing what I find entertaining since you’ve yet to make a proper decision, consider it my way of passing the time~.” If it wasn’t her, it would’ve likely been some other poor soul, but Cruelty hadn’t been here long enough to find herself another target. It just seemed easier to work on the woman already bound to her. Though it was true, she could ease up a bit, but just give her some time for that.

[ ♆ ]      “Oh, hun, I know~. That’s part of the point, I’m not ignorant to this fact. If you’re going to complain so much, don’t expect the final outcome to be what you want. I can assure you, doing so will get you the complete opposite.” She could tell Amelie was going to grab at her, lips forming a small smirk as she felt the other’s presence back off. Of course you couldn’t grab her wings, you’d burn your hand! What the devil, hadn’t expected, was for her tail to be grabbed.

[ ♆ ]      “Oh~!” A loud moan sounded from her the moment she felt the firm tug, quickly pulling her hands over her mouth in slight disbelief. Not only that Amelie had pulled her tail, but that she allowed that to sound out loud. With a low huff, she swung her left wing back in an attempt to make the other release her grip. “You…. did not hear that….”

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The largest smile possible spreads across Amelies features as the devil moans. She chuckles in a low tone and grips the devils tail. “I most certainly did. Did I find a sensitive spot?” the sniper strokes her hand along the womans tail firmly, caressing every bump and curve.

“Oh, this could be fun...” She whispers, holding the demonic womans appendage with an iron grip, tugging sharply again. Her smirk apparent even behind Crueltys back. Amelie planned to take this as far as she could. She brings her other hand to the fleshy protrusion, stroking it gently.

“If you can tell me truthfully that you don’t enjoy this, i’ll stop.” The frenchwoman giggles, doubting she’ll be stopping. Naughty thoughts begin to flash through her head as she continues her ministrations on the devil. “You know, I’m already naked...” She purrs out in a low tone, the unique woman unable to hide the effect that Crueltys moan had on her.

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The sniper looks over her current attire, utter disgust spreading across her features. “What in the hell is this? Don’t you know how to do a dress and heels? T shirt and Jeans? Hell, i’d take a low cut top and booty shorts over this!” She tries to lower her voice, seeing as they are at street level now. She was thankful to not be covered in her own blood anymore, but this was ridiculous. 

“Have you really been out of the world that long? Or are you just fucking with me at this point?” Amelie sighs, removing the hat from her head and fixing her hair. “This isn’t funny.” She cocks her hip to the side, placing a hand on her hip. “This is the equivalent of you wearing a Toga and carrying a harp, you know that right?” The frenchwoman couldn’t help but giggle at that mental image.

She sets her rifle down, sighing as she leans against a nearby wall. Amelie contemplated how bad of a mess she had gotten herself into. Everything was a game to the devil, and she was a brand new piece on the board. Amelie Lacroix was no ones plaything, but was there really anything she could do? She shrugged off the thought, conceding that there were definitely less attractive beings to be stuck with.

[ ♆ ]      “Oh, I most certainly do, however I felt that these outfits would suit you much better~. What, don’t agree? Unfortunately for you in that aspect, I’d rather burn the booty shorts than allow someone to wear them.” And she certainly wasn’t going to make someone wear them, it was one of those rare situations that she wouldn’t put upon another. If they chose to wear it on their own accord, however, she wasn’t going to stop them. At that point, it wasn’t her decision, but she’d still make the point that they were rather unenjoyable.

[ ♆ ]      “Of course not, I can see all the different changes that’ve occurred over time in this plane, I just personally wished to see what you would look like. I think it’s downright hilarious, when am I ever going to be able to do this again? I think you’ll find a woman who holds that similar look, but she sure as hell isn’t me!” She obviously was more than capable of putting Amelie, or anyone in this case, through a similar situation, but it just wouldn’t be as fun as it was now. Rolling her eyes at the woman’s comments, the devil turned just so slightly on her heels, giving a glance back.

[ ♆ ]      “If you’re going to bitch about it oh so much, then fine, be naked! I’m sure that’s much better than what I’ve got for you.” With a snap of her fingers, away went the (still terrible) clothes she’d put upon her, leaving her entirely exposed. Letting off a short laugh, Cruelty fully turned away, beginning to walk away in the opposite direction. She couldn’t go too far, but it’d be far enough that she could find herself out of Amelie’s sight. 

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“Well, i’m glad that I can be entertaining.” Amelie rolls her eyes, the sarcasm thick in her voice. “But if we’re going to coexist, do you think you can at least try to respect the fact that I’m not a toy?” She clasps her hands together in mock prayer. “I appreciate a joke as much as the next girl, but can there be a limit?” She gestures to her clothing. “Like this?”

The woman squeaks as her clothes are removed, her body reacting quickly to the cool night air. She makes a quick, but fruitless attempt to cover her large assets with her hands. “What the hell? We’re in public!” Amelie takes a step towards the devil, trying to grab the red clad woman but thinks better considering the heat radiating from her wings.

She huffs, frustrated as the woman continues to walk away, heading towards the main street. An idea flashes through Amelies mind, as she quickly grabs Crueltys tail. “Hey! You can’t just leave me like this!” She pulls the womans tail firmly, the devil stumbling back slightly. 

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“If work is so rough, you should definitely enjoy your vacation more.” Amelie smiles at the doctor and begins to walk towards her living room. “My home allows for dual purposes. If I want to feel truly alone, I can. If I want to host the majority of talon, well I can do that too.” She giggles as she remembers the last time the senior operatives of talon came to call. 

She leads the doctor into her living room, a simply appointed space with a black leather couch, mahogany tables, and a large persian rug lining the floor. A large fireplace crackles cheerily against the far wall. “Make yourself at home doctor, I will be right back.” Amelie smiles as she exits, planning something special for the swiss woman.

A few minutes later, the sniper returns, a large tray laden with assorted cheeses, two wine glasses filled nearly to the brim, and a stack of chocolate pieces. She crosses the floor gracefully, placing the tray upon the coffee table. “I thought you might be hungry Angela. So i’ve brought a few things.” She points to each item as she names them off. “We have Appenzeller, Emmental, and Raclette cheeses. The wine is Bordeaux, and of course the chocolate is Lindt, specially ordered from Zurich.”

Amelie rounds the table and lowers herself onto the soft couch, reaching for one of the wine glasses. “Earlier, did you really answer my gratitude as though it were a salutation?” She smiles at Angela and continues. “I should really teach you some French cheri. Firstly, merci is french for thank you.” Her smile softens as she takes a sip from her glass.

[ ╬ ]      “Well, that is one reason I practically had to beg the commander to let me go, even I can’t handle it after a while. That’s not to say I’ll just ignore someone while I’m here, if hey truly need the emergency assistance, I’m more than willing to halt the vacation for a bit to ensure they live.” If it came to the only help being her, for the main part. If they tried to call her in when there were other surgeons that could do it, if she was not the only one who could perform, Angela would turn them down gently. This was time to relax, and she planned to keep it that way.

[ ╬ ]      “I get enough solitude in my own office, unless you’d rather be by yourself, I’m more than comfortable keeping you company throughout this trip. Do take your time, though, there’s no rush.” As suggested, Angela sat herself down upon the couch with a light huff, glad to be off her feet as her back sank right into it. For a bit, it was silent, but she found a slight comfort in that. Mostly because it wasn’t a nervous silence, more so a relaxing one, the only other sound in the room currently being the fire as it crackled nearby. Hearing Amelie come back, her attention drew to her.

[ ╬ ]      “Oh, thank you! I appreciate that~. You didn’t have to though, you know, there’s no need for any special treatment. Wait…. did you really have these come from Zurich?” Not only did it surprise her that she’d go that far, but it was enough that the doctor, impulsively, stood up and gave the other woman a rather big hug. Swiss chocolate was her favorite, she’d never turn it down! Releasing her shortly after, Angela sat back down, a smile upon her face. One that wouldn’t last, as she felt rather embarrassed at Amelie’s next words.

[ ╬ ]      “That wasn’t you trying to….. oh Gott, I thought you were just asking me by my call sign! I don’t really know any French, no…. but I will certainly keep that word in mind next time. I thought about trying to learn it, but it seems I couldn’t avoid embarrassment beforehand.” To which she hid part of her face, mostly up to her mouth, within the collar of her turtleneck, a red tint having already taken brightly to her cheeks. 

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Amelie smiled as the doctor embraced her, the womans happiness warming the snipers heart. “Of course Cheri, I knew you would visit me eventually. While I had no way of knowing that you would accompany me to my home, I like to be prepared.” She reaches for a bit of chocolate for herself, reveling in the slight bitterness of the morsel.. 

“No need to feel embarrassed. I admit that I do not know much Swiss German, but basic communication isn’t difficult for me in most languages.” She sips from her wine glass again, letting her gaze drift to the dancing fire. “I’m glad you decided to come home with me Angela. I must say I am adoring your company.” Amelie watches the doctors eyes, trying to read the doctors thoughts. To know if she is enjoying herself as much as she is.

Amelie sits quietly, occasionally bringing her wine glass to her full lips. She regrets not bringing the bottle in with her. While she was not a heavy drinker, the trials of her recent days had been wearing on her conscience. The sniper could never show her fatigue to her coworkers however, it didn’t suit her. The last thing that she needed was other Talon agents noticing that she had a heart.

“You know, the courtyard is lit. Would you like to have a demonstration of your new suit tech?” Amelie smiled softly, her eyes dancing in anticipation as she watched Angelas reaction. While flying around on golden wings would never be something a sniper should do, she could tell that it meant a lot to the swiss doctor. “I could even shoot myself in the foot! For the full combat medic experience!” She stifled down a laugh, unable to contain her reaction to her own humor.

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“I’d wager i’m just as scary to you as you are to me. So as it stands it seems pointless to threaten each other. It seems there are much better things we could be talking about.” She winces as the devil mentions knowing her secrets, an instinctual retort on her lips. Amelie bites her cheek, not wanting to appear a hypocrite. 

The sniper approaches a nearby window, using her reflection to take in her appearance. “Oh mon dieu, I look like hell.” She turns to the devil. “No offense.” Amelie takes in the sight of her crimson stained uniform, the few remaining white patches standing defiantly in contrast. She turns her attention to the left side of her hair matted with coagulated blood, the tip of her ponytail singed black. “I was going to suggest we go get something to eat, but I doubt the local authorities would appreciate me anywhere near civilians.”

There was also the issue of her rifle. She couldn’t necessarily walk down the street with it. She also couldn’t just leave it lying somewhere for someone to find. “Unless you can either help me clean up, or have a way for me to make a phone call, i’m stuck here until search and rescue arrives.” Amelie smiles at that, considering they would be searching for her corpse more than anything. Boy, were they in for a surprise.

[ ♆ ]      “We’ll see about that one~. But I suppose for the time being, I can agree, this banter isn’t quite necessary. Talk all you want, I’m all ears.” Not that she’d act otherwise, one thing Cruelty loved doing was eavesdropping upon conversations, be it personal or between two or more people. It helped give her the material she needed. Shrugging at Amelie’s comment, the devil just shook her head with a low chuckle.

[ ♆ ]      “I think you look great. Also, no offense, though if you really wanted to look like Hell, you’re at least somewhat there. I haven’t a need to eat, though I suppose it’s something I can still do if I really felt like it. Better not pick somewhere terrible.” Which was a gamble on its own, Cruelty hasn’t eaten in this world, how would she even know what was good food and what she didn’t like? Neither of them would know, but it might be worth a try.

[ ♆ ]      “I could personally dress you myself if you wanted! It’s easy, really. Here, try a few of these, tell me what you think~.” They were all terrible ideas. First, all that was left upon the other woman was simply her bra and panties. Next, only a pair of overalls. Nothing else. She even went as far as to throw out one of those dumb mascot costumes, letting off a short laugh at the sight. Saggy pants, an oversized shirt and a sideways hat? Definitely. Please stop her, she’ll keep going.

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The sniper looks over her current attire, utter disgust spreading across her features. “What in the hell is this? Don’t you know how to do a dress and heels? T shirt and Jeans? Hell, i’d take a low cut top and booty shorts over this!” She tries to lower her voice, seeing as they are at street level now. She was thankful to not be covered in her own blood anymore, but this was ridiculous. 

“Have you really been out of the world that long? Or are you just fucking with me at this point?” Amelie sighs, removing the hat from her head and fixing her hair. “This isn’t funny.” She cocks her hip to the side, placing a hand on her hip. “This is the equivalent of you wearing a Toga and carrying a harp, you know that right?” The frenchwoman couldn’t help but giggle at that mental image.

She sets her rifle down, sighing as she leans against a nearby wall. Amelie contemplated how bad of a mess she had gotten herself into. Everything was a game to the devil, and she was a brand new piece on the board. Amelie Lacroix was no ones plaything, but was there really anything she could do? She shrugged off the thought, conceding that there were definitely less attractive beings to be stuck with.

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That word, again. How many times was she going to say it? Something snapped within Amelie, and before she knew it she had launched her grappling hook around the devils legs, yanking the steel cable as the surprised woman topples to the ground. The sniper roared a challenge as she lunged forward, planting a heeled boot on Crueltys throat. She shoulders her rifle and aims it between the womans eyes. “That is the last time that you will refer to anything I do as stupid! You want to hear my pretty little voice!? How does it sound from down there Cruelty!?” She doesn’t notice the unnatural growl echoing in her voice, nor the flaming wings emanating from the newly acquired brand on her back.

The flames on her back begin to tinge purple as she continues. “Did your masters not tell you that true pain isn’t physical!? So by all means, throw me across the city, break every bone in my body, or why don’t we go to your place!?” She jabs her rifle downward to emphasize her last point, her teeth bared with every syllable. “All of that pales in comparison to what i’ve experienced at the hands of other humans. So do your worst.” Her shoulders slump and her voice softens as she removes her foot from the woman, lowers her rifle and offers her hand to Cruelty. 

After the devil rises to her feet, Amelie strides back to the edge of the rooftop. “We can go if you want, but i’ve got no destination. I was here with others, who have seemingly abandoned me.” The flames on her back are extinguished as she steps from the ledge, disappearing into the shadows below. A metallic clank is heard as her grappling hook finds purchase, and she lowers herself to the ground. “Neat trick.” is all she says, Cruelty having been waiting for her at the bottom.

[ ♆ ]      “You’re not scary~. Careful now, you’ll really start to feel the burn if you get oh so upset over what I say.” Which, saying something wasn’t exactly that easy with the woman’s heel against her throat. Not that it stopped her, in fact, this act of rage drew a smirk to the devil’s face. Reaching her hands up, her hands grasped the barrel of her sniper, making sure to pull it just ever so slightly against her skin. “If I’m such a burden to you, do it, Lacroix. Pull the trigger, see what happens~.” Clearly seeing she wasn’t going to, however, her hands slid off, giving a gentle tap to the others ankle as if to say ‘get off’.

[ ♆ ]      “And who’s to say I don’t know your secrets? I’m not here to mentally torture you, that’s saved for the day I see you back home~. You’re tempting me oh so much, but if I truly wished to return, why would I make a deal with someone to ensure I didn’t? It’s getting old! Also, while I’m at it…. your hair’s on fire.” From the flaming wings upon the other’s back, some of the embers must have flown. Once standing, taking time to brush herself off of any dirt and debris, she took two fingers to the strands and put it out.

[ ♆ ]      “What a temper you have, I’d keep an eye on that, what I did to your back isn’t just for show. As for leaving, did you not want to at least try to find your way back to them? Or…. wherever you came from? I don’t know this place, the only destination I’d have is the place I’m trying to avoid right now.” And she’s not going back yet, not this early. There had to be something better to do around here than just sit and chat, certainly Amelie wasn’t just going to sit back, was she? Cruelty wanted something fun to do, and albeit that prior situation, this was certainly not fun. “Nowhere familiar, something you wanted to do while even here, nothing?”

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“I’d wager i’m just as scary to you as you are to me. So as it stands it seems pointless to threaten each other. It seems there are much better things we could be talking about.” She winces as the devil mentions knowing her secrets, an instinctual retort on her lips. Amelie bites her cheek, not wanting to appear a hypocrite. 

The sniper approaches a nearby window, using her reflection to take in her appearance. “Oh mon dieu, I look like hell.” She turns to the devil. “No offense.” Amelie takes in the sight of her crimson stained uniform, the few remaining white patches standing defiantly in contrast. She turns her attention to the left side of her hair matted with coagulated blood, the tip of her ponytail singed black. “I was going to suggest we go get something to eat, but I doubt the local authorities would appreciate me anywhere near civilians.”

There was also the issue of her rifle. She couldn’t necessarily walk down the street with it. She also couldn’t just leave it lying somewhere for someone to find. “Unless you can either help me clean up, or have a way for me to make a phone call, i’m stuck here until search and rescue arrives.” Amelie smiles at that, considering they would be searching for her corpse more than anything. Boy, were they in for a surprise.

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Amelie couldn’t hide the out of character grin that spread across her cheeks as the doctor took her hand. She shuffled her long fingers through the doctors delicate digits. “Merci…” was all she could muster as her cheeks stained crimson. She tries to compose herself, clearing her throat. “So, you think i’m fine?” her features shift to a more teasing appearance, squeezing the doctors hand playfully.

“I can agree with that. I most definitely cherish my rifle. Dellion will follow any direction given. Including treating your luggage with the utmost care. Talon has protocols to handle a… failure to follow direction.” Amelie averts her eyes for a moment as she recalls watching Talons technical staff perform these corrections. “I can appreciate wanting to not be alone. However, seclusion can be peaceful at times.” She turns towards her home, a glaring example of her point.

The sniper unlaces her fingers from the doctors, hiding a small frown at the break of contact. She pulls the release handle of the thick door, a blast of cold air greeting her. Stepping out of the vehicle, she pulls her coat closer around her form against the chill of the night. Warm light floods the path before her, a small flight of stairs leading to a set of double doors. She calls back into the vehicle. “Dellion, bring the luggage inside, and then stow the SUV in the garage. After which, you are relieved for the evening.” The omnic quickly complies as the doctor slides out into the snow. Amelie ascends the stairs, opening the heavy wooden door and awaiting the doctors entry into her home.

The doors open into a large entry room. “To the left is my study, to the right leads to the cellar and upper level. Through the second left door is the dining area and kitchen. Through the second right door is the living room. Beyond that is the courtyard, with plenty of room to show off your suit. Please excuse the mess, i’m in the process of renovating.” She removes her heavy coat and stows it as Dellion arrives with the doctors luggage. “Leave those by the entrance to the kitchen Dellion. The doctor insists on caring for her own bags.” The omnic nods and complies. Amelie turns to the doctor once more. “There’s a fireplace in the living room, shall we go thaw our bones?”

[ ╬ ]      “Yes? Did you need something?” She wasn’t being smart, Angela just did not understand French and had legitimately thought Amelie was using her call sign as a way to get her attention. “I’d be lying if I said no.” She’d let the other take that however she wished to, gently tapping her fingers against the back of her hand.

[ ╬ ]      “I do appreciate that, it really did take a while to remake and update the suit, I’d be quite upset for something to happen to it so soon. Though I suppose it won’t be brand new for too long, work is rough these days…. it’ll be scuffed in no time.” To which she left of a slightly unamused sigh, wishing that she’d be able to keep it undamaged. For the time being, its safety seemed secure, but there was no telling when it’d be put to actual use. “Yeah, it’s a bit tough when stuck in the middle of ‘do I want company’ and ‘do I want solitude’.” But she’s got that mostly figured out, just stay in a room with someone but don’t engage in conversation. That seems to work.

[ ╬ ]      Feeling the cold air rush into the vehicle, Angela couldn’t help but let off a short shiver, taking her time in following the other outside. Once standing again, her head turned, glancing about their surroundings. With how big this area was, she’d be finding new sights all vacation! It was amazing to see that Amelie lived in such a place, though it was rather large for just one person. Pulling her focus back, she noticed she was waiting for her, taking to the stairs quickly and entering with a thankful smile.

[ ╬ ]      “Oh, there’s nothing to worry about, I think it’s absolutely lovely. A bit bigger than I expected, but certainly nice. I suppose I’ll move my bags later, I’ve dragged them around enough for today. I’d love to join you, a warm fire sounds pleasant.” Better than trudging through the snow outside, while she was familiar with the weather, Angela much more preferred warmth.

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“If work is so rough, you should definitely enjoy your vacation more.” Amelie smiles at the doctor and begins to walk towards her living room. “My home allows for dual purposes. If I want to feel truly alone, I can. If I want to host the majority of talon, well I can do that too.” She giggles as she remembers the last time the senior operatives of talon came to call. 

She leads the doctor into her living room, a simply appointed space with a black leather couch, mahogany tables, and a large persian rug lining the floor. A large fireplace crackles cheerily against the far wall. “Make yourself at home doctor, I will be right back.” Amelie smiles as she exits, planning something special for the swiss woman.

A few minutes later, the sniper returns, a large tray laden with assorted cheeses, two wine glasses filled nearly to the brim, and a stack of chocolate pieces. She crosses the floor gracefully, placing the tray upon the coffee table. “I thought you might be hungry Angela. So i’ve brought a few things.” She points to each item as she names them off. “We have Appenzeller, Emmental, and Raclette cheeses. The wine is Bordeaux, and of course the chocolate is Lindt, specially ordered from Zurich.”

Amelie rounds the table and lowers herself onto the soft couch, reaching for one of the wine glasses. “Earlier, did you really answer my gratitude as though it were a salutation?” She smiles at Angela and continues. “I should really teach you some French cheri. Firstly, merci is french for thank you.” Her smile softens as she takes a sip from her glass.

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Is now a bad time to tell you something important?

Amelie looks up from her rifle, the weapon in several pieces. “You’ve already interrupted me. So, not at all Moira.” She sets down her barrel cleaning tool, and turns her chair to face the newcomer.

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Moira pulls a clipboard out from behind her back, flipping through some papers before examining one. “According to this here,” she said, her eyes quickly scanning through the text. “The super secret, extremely dangerous serum I injected into you in your sleep is apparently deadly.” She looked up at Amelie with a smile. “A simple antidote is all that’s needed, but unfortunately we don’t have one ready.” She pulled a rather large needle from her coat pocket. “I’m going to need a blood sample.”

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“Wait what?” If her rifle were together, it would have been brought to bear against the Irish woman. “Don’t ever do that again, or you will sleep. permanently.” She rises from her desk, approaching Moira and snatching the needle from her hand. The sniper quickly jabs the needle into her arm, crimson fluid filling the glass cylinder. “Best get on the antidote, If I die, you’re coming with me.” She removes the needle from her arm, using her fingers to apply pressure to the area as she returns to her desk.

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Is now a bad time to tell you something important?

Amelie looks up from her rifle, the weapon in several pieces. “You’ve already interrupted me. So, not at all Moira.” She sets down her barrel cleaning tool, and turns her chair to face the newcomer.