OLD SOLDIERS NEVER DIE.

HOUSING: District BetaWEAPON: BB GunABILITIES: Bionic field 3 times a day

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OH THE WEATHER OUTSIDE...

                                ▶ ▷ @muertiician​

        ♬ IS FRIGHTFUL..BUT THE FIRE IS SO DELIGHTFUL.

                       The echoing of Christmas tunes sounded from the speakers that sat upon the light poles, filling in the last of joyous holiday on the night of Christmas Eve. Those who did their shopping earlier had gone home to spend the rest of the night with Family & Friends. Leaving those without someone to reflect on the darkest moments of their life. Snow fell gently on the ground, Soldier wearing his traditional leather coat to keep him warm from the coldness of the weather. Never did he care much for the Holiday now, surely Jack would have had a party set up for those of OVERWATCH, celebrating throughout the night. But those times are long gone.

                  There was something unsettling while he trekked through the snow, the sudden lull of the music caused the old soldier to falter his steps. It was silent as the night, even more so as the music no longer played for travelers on the street.  Oh but he wasn’t alone on this Eve..and not the company he had wished for but it was something he could attempt to toss.

             Body turned, boots crushing the snow beneath his feet, Soldier was now face to face with the familiar man who called himself: Reaper. He knew the former hero was inside these cities walls after what happened to Stargirl. It was finding the bastard that took time, but now here he was on this faithful day. Gloved hands balled into a tight fist once he called out at him, evident of anger in his voice.                          “REAPER!” 

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raggedconflict:

@oldsoldierus

WHEN he gained followers, those that believed in the First Order’s cause but not quite stormtroopers yet, it was only natural that he would gain people who might resist such a cause. As such, skirmishes between groups divided by opinion from a galaxy far, far away happen… with the Knight of Ren in the middle of it all.

THE end result of such skirmishes would always be violent. The scent of burning flesh hung in the air as one by one, Kylo would cut down those foolish enough to try and challenge him. Though, as the tides change, shots from a third party, one unwelcome at that, rung out, hitting a few of Kylo’s own men. Undeterred, he slowly turned to the source of the attack: just one man.

“LOST, OLD MAN? THIS IS NOT YOUR FIGHT. I SUGGEST YOU DO WHAT IS WISE… AND LEAVE.” This would be the old man’s only warning.

        Soldier rested his trigger finger  above the side of the gun, though ready to press the trigger if need be. The gun wasn’t his own but that didn’t stop him from picking up a few loaded clips from the few he hit, disarming them from interfering. “Yeah. Seems this belongs to you.” Gravelly he speaks when gesturing the rifle towards the hooded man. He could smell the burning of flesh, his eyes narrowing behind the mechanical visor. This guy was certainly something else.

            “You’ve got a long life ahead of you to know whats wise,” Admittedly he didn’t know too much on the man except for a few words from the unfortunate ones that fell to his own men. Whatever his intentions for the city was, Soldier wasn’t going to let it happen. “It’s dangerous to swing toys around, you might get hurt.”

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ryuujinblade:

    “Ah, you are… the vigilante I have heard about.” The one who waged a one-man war against those that thought they could escape a violent brand of justice. But Genji knew this man by another name. “Soldier 76, is it? It seems I was not the only granted a second chance at life. The mask does nothing to hide your identity from me, Commander Morrison.”

    The cyborg crossed his arms. While he was happy to know that his supposedly deceased friend and commander was alive and well, Genji wondered about the man’s motives. Still, a light chuckle resonates from his steel faceplate. “You were once my friend too. I like to think that you still are, despite the new identity you have found for yourself.”

            “Vigilante eh? i never cared for fancy titles, always thought I was just a lone wolf.” He speaks dryly behind the mask, the gleam in his red visor now facing the cyborgs direction. It has been far too long since he’s seen the the once young man whom was a tad older then the last they met. “Morrison isn’t here anymore,” Long gone and dead to him. “..It’s Soldier: 76, Kid.” One could hear the slight frustration building up at the tip of his tongue, arms following the same course of action as the ninja.

          “That’s long gone now, I don’t know why you’re sticking to something dead.” It was true he found a new name for himself along with motivation that kept him fueled. But he had his reasons like any other. “Did the Doc forget to plant back in your brain?”

[adrianne-mac-art]

screw you blizzard for not giving us what we all hoped for - daddy 76 in ugly christmas sweater (＃｀д´)ﾉ *grumbles grumbles*

anyway, i hope to be back with more overwatch drawings soon - this game has become my love now ;3 especially daddy 76

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Overwatch: Reflections

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ryuujinblade:

    “Ah, it is almost that time of the month I see. This year went by quick, I must say.” Genji mused to himself out loud, looking back on the months he had spent within the city. While circumstances could be better, he is nonetheless glad that at least he wouldn’t be celebrating the holidays alone. Some members of Overwatch were with him, after all.

    “Perhaps it is time I started looking at what to give my friends this season.”

               “Not my vision of Christmas to be in this city but what else do we got. Mm nothing spirited about here but I’m not surprised that some of you youngings are going to try to bring some sort of cheer.” Nothing like the parties they used to have when OVERWATCH was still together, now its nothing but bitter ends. “Give them a pair of socks and they’re enjoy it..whoever these friends of yours are.”

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     “Is it already almost that time of the year? Eh..better not expect me to dress up as Santa for the kids.”

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cataclysmal:

          ❝ Then wouldn’t it be their fault if they got caught off guard? If you run in assuming that the person isn’t capable of handling themselves just because they look meek, it’d be their own falling to not look at the situation from every possible angle, ❞ she muses aloud, pulling the falling cloth upon her shoulder over bare skin. ❝ Why’s that? A hero, a friend… they’re both pointless for some people to have. Not everybody needs them or wants them, ❞ she quips back toward him with ease, taking in a deep breath of the frigid air. ❝ Didn’t I say what I was looking at before, also? Those golden lights… but, I guess you can’t see them, either. ❞

            “Hn..” Soldier grunted lightly and reached to scratch the top of his head, shifting his weight to his other leg. “You’re smarter then you look, but yeah that’s exactly what would happen. Getting yourself killed is the faulty action by you and you only.” There was something about the young woman that made the man question. Perhaps it was her clothing and her words that didn’t mix together for him. But as they say: never judge a book by its cover. “Again you’re not wrong,” Without out asking, he takes a seat on the ground next to her, though giving them distance. “People need something to believe in sometimes.” Tired eyes tried to look at what she was seeing but it only ended in failure. All he could see were stars. “Looks like you’re the only one seeing something crazy, good for you.”

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even stars dim.

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cosmiccharged:

     ☆! Despite her stubborn nature, the teen couldn’t find any more strength to argue much more on the matter. Despite the man’s best efforts of… Well, whatever it was he’s been using, the blonde still feels rather weak from losing so much blood in such a short amount of time. Not only that, but she had made the mistake of over exerting herself multiple times with this injury, only adding to her pain and blood loss.

     However, Courtney does listen to the man’s words… It’d be hard not to, especially when he briefly yells at her. Instead of feeling more frustration, the star-garbed teen finds herself a little shocked upon hearing those kind of words from him, especially since she had gotten the impression that he’s rather old and cynical… Possibly one of those ex-hero types.

     Though with what he says, it seems that Courtney isn’t entirely wrong about that.

     ❝ Alright, ❞ she sighs.

     ❝ Since you want to know so badly, I’ll tell you, though I don’t… I don’t know their name. I don’t really think they know mine either; the entire fight happened so quickly… ❞ easing up slightly the blonde tries to seat herself in a way that doesn’t hurt her leg any more than it needs to endure, her azure gaze looking at the odd contraption on the ground beside her frame.

     ❝ He wore all black; black boots, pants, hood… Everything. And he had this mask… It sort of looked like a skull but not quite. A-Anyway, before he shot me I broke his arm so his arm might not be properly back in place yet if that helps my description any. ❞

             It was as if though he was back at Overwatch with how much lecturing he was giving this girl, the amount of leadership needed to get a better hold on the situation. However, Soldier had no intention of reliving such experiences..especially not today. “Its finally nice to see that you’re listening for once.” He comments with a sigh of relief to her cooperation, his hand still resting on her shoulder. His priority was to chase down the MAN who did this but it seemed he needed to get her taken care of before the hunt began, what a chore for the ex-hero it was.

            His hand moves to help her prop herself off of the injured leg, allowing her to put on the dead weight on his shoulders. “I don’t care about names, its what they’re PACKING that has my attention.” Drug lord, criminal, or even HIM. “Seems like you got blindsided pretty quick, kid.” Jack knew whatever she messed with wasn’t exactly someone with no experience, Simply someone who had motives.

            He wore all black; black boots, pants, hood… Everything. And he had this mask… It sort of looked like a skull but not quite.

                     Her woulds caused his heart to falter, the once relaxed soldier was now feeling the angry swell up inside him. Jack KNEW. He just knew it was him who caused this injury on the girl and more likely others. Given the description could be anyone in the large city..there was only one person..MONSTER he knew who wore such. “Yeah,” Was all he could say as his hands balled up into a tight fist.“I’ll give him what he needs.” A good ol’ shot to the face. “I can take you to someone I know who’ll get you fixed up, leave the rest to someone with experience.”

                   Jack held out his hand again to see if she was more willing to cooperate, ensuring that her safety came first.

[lordio-s]

dad76 for my best friend Volt!

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i can read ur posts in 76's voice which is always a rly good thing

     tha nk; yoU mr. oddity   likewise to you...pardner’

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Tell me what you think about my portrayal!

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sidestuiff:

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“He told me I was holy.”

halsey ‘badlands’ starter sentences

                      “He’s probably said a lot of things to you, Doctor.” His voice went soft but his eyes looked away from the medic. “You still got a good heart..don’t let that change. But he isn’t the man you once knew, so anything he says now I wouldn’t take it to heart.”

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“Do you feel like a young god?”

halsey ‘badlands’ starter sentences

                   “Not in the least, I’m far from feeling that way.” 

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“We know very well who we are.”

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                    “Damn right,” He grits his teeth, the two face to face. “Nothing is going to change that, even when you’re dead.” Once friends but now enemies, Soldier only saw the red when they looked at each other.  It will never change.

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“We know very well who we are.”

halsey ‘badlands’ starter sentences

                         “That’s good for you, kid. Don’t forget who you are..or these demons come and haunt you.” Remarks the man who threw away who he was before and became the man he is today.

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“You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.”

halsey ‘badlands’ starter sentences

                    “I don’t need your words of comfort. It’s probably required from the Church for you to try and atone sins of others, but these are things I need to do myself.” He carries much weight on his shoulder, many in which he just could never get rid of.