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affiliated satya vaswami a.k.a. symmetra from overwatch. "I will follow my path." housed in: apartment y-2

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dualrule:

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“I see you were lucky enough to be blessed with quite a gift too.”

She spun the pair of flashlights that had been crudely stuck together in her palm before she pointed at the other’s. She wondered if that prosthetic meant she shared the same galaxy, but her gaze didn’t linger. “Does this mean you’re just as new here ?”

❖ Satya had to repress her snort of disgust. “Gift? Hardly so,” unfortunately she seemed to miss the sarcasm in the other woman’s voice. After all, she always did tend to have a difficulty picking up on those subtle social cues. “And perhaps.” She was slightly on guard, inspecting the stranger with weary eyes. After a pause and she considered her options, she opted to go with the truth. “Yes.”

Most likely, anyway.

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museijikokeno:

   It was fortunate that the woman found Hanzo before it was too late into the night. Though the bar was somewhat desolate, not enough time had passed for Hanzo to get his thorough fill on liquor, which, let’s be honest, he had definitely been planning on doing. He was able to recognize Satya’s face and respond to her greeting.

   “Hm, Miss Vaswani, was it?” he asked with a casual politeness, though not dropping his stern expression even as he nodded back in acknowledgement. “For a little over a five months now, yes. I’m surprised they got to you too.” As he looked forward once again to his glass, he sighed softly before he took a large gulp to down the last bit of the mysterious brown liquid. “Did you just arrive?”

❖ If they could get to the leader of a former crime-syndicate it should not have come to a surprise to the Shimada that they could kidnap an architect of a well-established organization. Satya took a sip of the cold water before placing it back down on the counter and watching the ring of condensation form on the wood.

“Five months?” Something about that didn’t seem right - she would have known if he had been gone for so long before arriving...then again, it had been proven that time was not...the same here. “That comes as a shock to me.”

She didn’t bother making eye contact, not comfortable with such a thing. “A few weeks ago, yes. I’m still gathering my bearings, if I’m being honest. Is this where you have been spending most of your time?” It was not accusatory but easily could have been taken as such.

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stonefacedchief:

    ⇀ ᴀ ғɪʀᴍ ʙᴇʟɪᴇғ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Neither of them would easily admit the other had them beat; neither of them even considered this a possibility. Lin stretches her arms out behind her, expression held impassive, and slowly lets the muscles relax.

“If you’ve got any suggestions, let them out before I stop listening.” Lin didn’t fully intend on taking said suggestions to heart but this whole conversation was otherwise, in her opinion, a waste of time.

As the woman steps forward, the chief warily takes a step to the side, not backing away but not allowing the cittazen to continue approaching unbarred. There was a chance she could lose in a tournament against another bender with superior ability - given her present lack thereof. If only they hadn’t met in such circumstances, Lin could imagine the two of them agreeing on more than one topic. Just… not this one.

“A fighting tournament? I’m…” fully capable of winning if not for my lost powers, “not interested.” But she was. Lin simply couldn’t admit she missed the energy of a good spar. 

❖ “I was not aware you were listening in the first place,” Satya would have been mistaken for teasing if the expression on her face were not so serious. “I believe I misread the situation.” That was as close to an apology for her rudeness as the woman would get and Satya hastily stood backwards.

It was clear she was making people uncomfortable once more. “Your shoulders,” she suddenly blurted. “They are up rather high. The further they are from your ears the better. Otherwise it restricts you.”

She cleared her throat. “However, if we are not discussing the same thing,” such as talking about fighting rather than yoga, “perhaps I acted in haste.”

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justicebringingcowboy:

            “Its not a surprise you know my name, this handsome face is everywhere if you step on the roads of route 66.” There was a bit of ego oozing from his words, the cowboy wearing the widest grin upon his visage. He couldn’t help but feel cocky after all. “Miss Sa t ya , can’t say your name rings a bell but the company does show up in the papers from time to time.” Mccree’s western drawl pretty much butchered her name, sounding it out the best he could. “What brings ya’ here?”  

❖ Yes, she was already tired of this interaction and regretted approaching the...cowboy. That sounded ridiculous to say even to her own ears. “I do not know of this route 66,” she contradicted, eyes narrowing in thought. Satya crossed her arms under her chest. “I assure you I am not here of my own free will, probably much like yourself. Unless I am mistaken?” Clearly she assumed he meant Hive City, not this particular location in the city.

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tranquilsilver:

Moments where Zenyatta had seen more strangers than familiar faces left anytime he’d seen someone specific a luxury and a gift worth taking and treasuring. To see–Symmetra was it? Ms. Vaswani, as he’d recalled–lightened his mood.

Careful, slow, and rather clunky steps with his much stronger leg being heavily favored as usual, he approaches with the same calm and collected demeanor his people were commonly known for. A hand raises, and in a rather comedic fashion, waves in a perfect circle before falling back to his person.

“ Ms. Vaswani, it is a pleasure to see you. I was not expecting to see others among this city… ”

❖ Now that she thought about it she didn’t recall a time where she had witnessed Zenyatta walking upon his own two legs rather than maintaining the peaceful hover she was so accustomed to. Perhaps she was so used to the fact that his feet didn’t touch the ground that if she had seen it the fact had simply been brushed out of her mind.

“Neither was I,” the pleasantries were basic, if a bit boring. Still, Satya reveled in the set rules of social interactions, as deviations tended to be unnecessarily complicated. “I must admit I am curious as to how many people I know have been residing here all along.”

She blinked before brushing her hair back over her shoulder, wishing she had the foresight to tie it into a ponytail that day. “Does this mean I am the first familiar face you have seen as of now?”

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revolvingmist:

“An architect. I would not have guessed.” He did not mean to belittle what was a respectable profession, rather their definitions of the job must have diverged somewhere. Kurogiri did not know of any architect who displayed their craft to a crowd unless it was unveiling a newly constructed building. It made sense that the title could also apply to one who made smaller designs.  

“Ah, so it is an replacement, not merely an enhancement as I thought.” Reaching out, mist from his hand spread out over her robotic arm, dissipating under the plates of metal and giving him the barest feeling for how complex her prosthetic was. Unfortunate that she was not a designer of that as it seemed infinity more useful for then her small display, at least for his purposes. 

“Not remotely. You trained with these constructs for your whole life so I can imagine how the initiated my struggle to grasp their operation. I do not see the purpose of them myself. Could you elaborate on their uses?”

❖ Unclear of whether it was meant as a compliment or not, Satya simply decided to remain silent and continue observing the man in front of him. There was something almost unsettling about him but was hardly noticeable - she worked to keep the frown off of her face but was unsure she completely succeeded.

Yet the feeling was pushed aside once she was presented with the ability to talk about the intricacies of her work. For a moment there was a trick of the light that made it seem like the man was reaching out for her but when she blinked his hand had already returned at his side.

It was similar to discussing her latest projects with her peers. “Had I not had limitations placed on my abilities I would be able to give you a proper demonstration,” she sighed internally. “So for now, this will have to do.” Satya’s eyes furrowed in concentration for a brief moment before establishing a shield matrix over the man, blue light shimmering when the sun was angled just right. “My talents mostly lie in constructions of war. Sentry turrets that detect movement and take advantage of the power of hard light. And, of course, I am an architect in the traditional sense as well.”

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kresnikslance:

Shouting at a payphone was something new, even by the standards of this city. To be fair, sometimes people would yell at technology in frustration, especially when it didn’t work, but very rarely would someone fail to understand how public payphones worked. Even though they weren’t all that common in his world, Ludger had still managed to piece together the basics. Add a coin, dial the number, and wait.

Not that he had anyone to call in the city. Maybe that one god of war, but that was about it.

“Hey do you need help?” Regardless of the reason however, he offered the question easily and without hesitation. Maybe she was just having a really bad day, or maybe she was part of that new batch of people brought in. Whatever the reason, Ludger was willing to help, standing behind her and offering as nice a smile as he could. “If its not working, you can borrow my cell. Were you trying to call someone in the city, or…”

The former agent of spirius was a little nervous though. There was every chance that he’d quickly become the target of her frustrations. Maybe this is what it felt like to be Jude.

❖ The sad part was she probably did need help. Had she understood that the phone numbers were a different system the rest would have come to her easily but the access codes she was accustomed with were quite a different story.

Satya froze upon hearing the voice, brain immediately shutting down from humiliation of being caught yelling in public. And yelling at a payphone nonetheless. “I am trying to contact someone outside of the city.” Her voice was calm, and perhaps even her outward expression, but internally her thoughts were racing.

She slowly spun around on her heel, straightening her posture and smoothing down her skirt, swallowing nervously. “Your help would be most appreciated.” The phrase was stiff and stilted, almost as though she had rehearsed it many times before. If it meant contacting Vishkar, she would not mind swallowing her pride.

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ahardmantokill:

“I’d almost prefer that Vishkar be in control here.” The keyword being almost.

He’d heard about what they did with their other settlements and how they enforced controlled environments to the point of oppression. Something he couldn’t get behind. Perhaps he was more used to the chaotic nature of this city. Maybe it was because he felt as though he’d be useless otherwise.

Just another jaded old man. He didn’t have time for anything other than the occasional rest and doing whatever was necessary to quell the threat in this city. Of course, he would never find the answers he was looking for back home…so he saw no reason why he couldn’t help those in need here. “I’ve been here longer than you’d think. But I don’t think the amount of time you’ve been here matters all that much. There are people who’ve been here for years and still don’t know why they’re here.”

He gave a brief pause, brow furrowing softly. “Considering Vishkar has teleportation technology, I wouldn’t put it past them to be capable of something like this. I doubt you’ll really be able to  get a foothold in this place though.”

❖ “That is not for me to decide,” Satya put simply, seeming content to merely leave the almost offhanded thought where it was. A vigilante was not really the one she would discuss such developmental plans with anyway, and perhaps she could manage a way to establish some sort of connection with Sanjay to let her know where her location was.

“So people can be trapped here without any...end?” A note of fear crept into her voice but she clamped down on it harshly. Satya wished to return to her comfortable and structured life back home, and the fact that she might be stuck here was troublesome, to say the least.

She opted not to dwell on it for the moment. “I am incapable of creating a path with my current limitations,” she mindlessly twirled her hair around her finger, deep in thought. “Without a set point on the inside there is no chance anything of the likes could be constructed only externally.”

Well, the vigilante didn’t need to learn anything. “What was the moniker given to you again? Soldier?”

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opticallyenhanced:

There was a pause in the assassin’s actions as he carefully listened to the question. This woman certainly felt like she was suspicious of him. Which was a good thing for her. Being wary of an assassin could only help extend your lifespan.

“… No… that’s actually not all I was hoping to question you about,” Shalem responded, taking a moment to fold his arms over his chest. “That is a rather fancy looking arm, to be honest. Tech like that… who gave it to you?”

Shalem certainly had his fill of countless prosthetic arms, various replacements and the sort, but the kind that this woman had stood out from the rest. And the assassin was keen on figuring it out a bit more. Perhaps finding out a bit more about this woman in the process.

❖ At least he did not try to lie to her - Satya was not fond of liars or anything less than what she believed she was entitled to. The question did nothing to help soothe her nerves and she took half a step backwards defensively.

“I have earned it,” her voice was sharp, suggesting that the man might cross a line if she were not careful. “I am an architect of Vishkar Corporation,” the way slight pride filled her voice was evident of how seriously she took her position.

The next matter of business was the way she was staring expectantly at him as though he would know precisely what she was talking about.

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lacroixdecte:

The woman who stands before her did not strike her as familiar. Yet the brand upon her chest was certainly one she had laid eyes upon before. If only she could remember.

“Me? Oh I’m sure I’m simply just one of many summoned without warning.” Well as long as the other woman did not directly point at her, she would hardly be the one to tell her who she was.

“Why do you think me any more special?” As a smirk graces her lips, Widowmaker turns towards her to offer her hand. “Perhaps you’re trying to make yourself feel better? If I were someone important would it validate your arrival as well?”

❖ Dangerous assassin or not, Satya was not willing to put up with her attitude for long. Respect was to be earned and the architect fully intended on proving that she had long since earned hers. “Special?” She scoffed. “Hardly the case.”

She sent Widowmaker as hard of a stare as she could muster for the time being. “I am nothing special,” that was a lie, she was a valuable architect but nothing compared to her superiors. “I merely follow orders, as do you.”

The wording was not an accident. She might as well reveal she knew more about her than a stranger would rather than try to hide it. “If you will not cooperate it would be no trouble for me to continue on my way.”

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actuallymuffet:

Well, they certainly didn’t beat around the bush, did they? It wasn’t exactly an uncommon question she got, no, but they could have worded it more politely.

“A monster. A spider monster, more specifically. You ask that as if being human is the norm.” It wasn’t the norm where she was from. There may be more humans than monsters in Hive City, and they be the norm, but that doesn’t mean Muffet isn’t normal.

Muffet stood up a bit straighter and walked a circle around the girl. “Unless, you aren’t human? You can never be too sure here.” Muffet made it known how closely she was studying Satya, her five eyes looking her up and down. “What are you hiding?”

❖ Satya bristled at the implication that she was anything other than human. “Spider monster,” she managed to keep the sneer out of her voice, but only just barely. “From where I come from, human is the norm.”

There were Omnics, yes. And by extension cyborgs, but she did not count those as a different category - perhaps not only human, but not quite Omnic either. The way the spider’s eyes crawled up and down her body made her shudder.

“I am not hiding anything,” she spoke sharply, crossing her arms (both organic and metal prosthetic) over her chest. “Not that you would have any entitlement to that information anyway.”

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stonefacedchief:

     ⇀ ʟɪɴ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛs, ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴀɪsᴇs ᴀ sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ғɪsᴛ. It must have looked odd to one unfamiliar with the various forms of bending. Then again, Lin’s eyes were not usually squeezed shut in an attempt to connect with the ground beneath her. Some part of her felt shut off, a pool of energy that could only leak out through the tiniest of cracks. It was frustrating because, unlike last time, she knew she still had it in her. It was just out of reach. Painfully so.

Imagining the earth rising before her as she lifts her leg up, maintaining perfect balance on one firmly planted foot - Lin cracks an eye open at the unexpected voice. If unlocking her bending was as simple as shifting her form, the police chief would have worked it out by now surely.

 “My stance is fine, young lady.” Lin puts down her foot nonetheless, wondering what this woman had to say about her earthbending… sans the bending. “What do you know of its rights and wrongs?” The woman didn’t look like a bender, let alone a fighter. She could have been a dancer, maybe, and Lin most certainly wasn’t trying to dance.

❖ Why did she argue when she did not know what she was talking about? Satya may have had a personal flaw that included believing she was always right about everything ever period, but the fact that the older woman had talked to her so matter-of-factly only served to irritate her.

“Apparently more than you,” she smoothly replied, scrunching her nose in distaste. The argument on its own was flimsy at best. “Your balance is not bad, but everything else needs improvement.” Satya brushed her ivory black hair over her shoulder.

Taking a careful step forward, she took it as a clear invitation to further inspect the woman no matter how rude it might have been. “Unless there is a fighting tournament I am unaware of.”

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revolvingmist:

Kurogiri did not expect people to bump into him. Usually once they say him they would keep a very close eye on him, or many steps back and away. “It is fine.” He brushed off his suit where the woman had glanced it. In truth it was equally his fault for being entranced by her display of architectural prowess. 

“You are quite adept with those technological gadgets.” He knew that the hero associations from his own world employed many people with such skills. Acquiring those talents for the Villain Alliance would be a great boon for them. She did not look exactly like the type of individual who would work for nefarious purposes but a lack of confidence could be exploited. 

“Did you develop this device yourself?”

❖ The loud noises had yet to start so she dared to believe that perhaps the questioning would not draw the attention of other crowds. Instead it was the quiet curiosity she was used to - similar to children with wide eyes who asked who she was.

She did not mind indulging them, every once in a while. “I am an Architect,” she answered simply, eyes narrowing as she tried to figure out the man before her. “I have been training my whole life, I should hope I am capable.”

Perhaps Satya missed certain cues, but nobody could tell her she was anything less than highly intelligent. “The prosthetic?” She lifted her arm. “No. I developed my hard light constructs based off my own plans, however. Does that answer your question appropriately?”

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opticallyenhanced:

There was a moment of silence as the woman in front of him turned to meet his eyes. It made for a rather tense moment, the assassin meeting with someone unfamiliar, and someone who seemed to have some degree of wariness for him.

Then again, who wouldn’t be somewhat suspicious of an assassin trailing them?

“…” The assassin’s continued silence didn’t make things better, so Shalem’s eyes quickly darted towards the woman’s mechanical arm, hoping to find something to help break the ice.

“Interesting prosthetic arm you have there, miss. I imagine it must be some degree of cybernetics?”

❖ She saw through the diversion as clearly as gazing through polished glass, and for a long moment Satya appeared to be contemplating confronting that fact. Perhaps going along with it for now would prove advantageous.

Ultimately she needed to know who this stranger was and what he wanted. “That would be correct,” she answered guardedly, flexing the fingers of her prosthetic. “Is that all you wished to ask me?”

The underlying message was probably obvious enough.

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ahardmantokill:

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Satya Vaswani. Affiliated with the Vishkar Corporation. He’d heard about their little city’s and how they’d been chased out of Rio de Janeiro. Despite the fact that they seemed to be trying to do the right thing but providing shelter for those who’d lost it, he couldn’t help but get a shady vibe from them.

But they hadn’t had anything to do with the fall of Overwatch. At least, not as far as he knew. No threads had connected them to it but if they did…they’d be next on his list of organizations to take down. But he only knew of a freedom fighter of sorts who drove them out. His gaze lingered on the woman from behind the goggles that he’d been given.

“I’d ask if the Vishkar Corporation was responsible for this place… but it hardly seems possible that they could do something of this magnitude. Don’t suppose you have any answers for me if that is the case.”

❖ Her thoughts had been interrupted by a low, gravelly voice she could not recall having ever heard before. If she had, no face sprung to mind and Satya turned on her heel, immediately intrigued by the man’s words - no matter how insulting.

“Vishkar would not put their efforts into creating such a chaotic mess,” she refuted coolly, slowly straightening her stance as though to physically hold her ground. “I doubt I know much more than you. I was merely informed of my location by the so-called scientists when I was brought here.”

The more she inspected the man, the more familiar he became. He was that vigilante, was he not? If so bringing him to justice would be most prudent, but hardly an appropriate goal given their circumstances. “Though I will be sure to suggest that a Vishkar development here would not be misplaced.” 

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justicebringingcowboy:

        “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before? … can’t say my memory is failing me but I think I’ve seen you.” Mccree scratched his chin, staring at the woman intently. She couldn’t have been part of overwatch during its earlier times..

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❖ The cowboy. What little she had seen of him had not been overwhelmingly impressive - his skill with a revolver, yes, but everything else - not so much. Satya didn’t understand the appeal of the getup, nor how it was helpful. To each their own in the end, even if she did not approve. “Mr. McCree,” she tried to keep the sigh out of her voice. “Satya Vaswani. Vishkar Corporation.”