All I’m saying is MAYBE. Okay? Maybe, there are certain things that are MAYBE evidence of her being trans. I hope she is, I hope we get trans representation in Overwatch.
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Why do people have to chew me out whenever I say that a character might be trans? It’s happened on a couple of my other blogs before. People on both sides telling me that I don’t know what I’m talking about, that I shouldn’t even broach the subject, that the character in question is or isn’t trans and that the pieces of evidence we have/I used are irrelevant/not evidence at all/offensive(?)
It bothers me, I’m trying to start a discussion, maybe more theory crafting, people pointing out any more possible evidence that they (Moira in particular) might be trans. Not toxic in-fighting.
Maybe ask me (Or anyone you’re about to make accusations against) what I mean by things, or to give more context before you go calling me out on things I didn’t actually mean.
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Anyway, I’m not here to make enemies. I’m here to theory craft, has anyone found or thought of more evidence to Moira potentially being trans??
First off, theorycrafting is fun, and I'd absolutely love a trans moira, even if it doesn't happen :P as far as evidence, Well, Jeff did mention that Moira was, "rather androgynous" and in the DF comic, she can be spotting sitting down in a chair.... well, everyone thought she was a he! And I could be reaching, because art varies with each artist, but... if you look at Moira now, and Moira in the comic, she appears to have much broader shoulders. Could be something :)
Roadhog: What in gods name are you doing to Junkrat?
Junkrat: Roadie! I'm getting a check up!
Moira: That's the lie I told him to get him here...and promised him candy afterwards. I was preforming experiments on various test subjects and...he has had unusual side effects to all of them.
Roadhog: ...He looks normal.
Moira: EXACTLY! Why?! All of my test subjects today have dissolved into a pasty yet still sentient goop that want to scream in pain but lack the physical ability to do so...but he's just fine! I have to figure this out.
Roadhog: Yeah. I sometimes wonder how he's still alive too. Alright. I'll be back later to pick him up.
A fic brought on by too much caffiene, a spurr of creativity caused by the new OW character, and a lovely lady on FB who showed me her texts from a friend. Thanks Jasmine! this was fun as hell to write, cause its been so long since ive given it a go.
Genre: Angst
Rating: M for extreme violence, language, possibly psychological warfare.
Ship: Moira/Mercy?? in some fucked up way i suppose.
Word Count: 1,637
‘Worms. Little, tiny worms… floating in the air, almost transparent. The moment I try to look closer, they disappear. Over and over, like a rather unfortunate game of hide and seek. I know they’re not real, yet I find myself chasing them with my eyes. How frivolous.’ The scientist huffed, her head swaying momentarily in a pathetic attempt to clear her thoughts. Sleep deprivation always did one of two things to her: complete hyper focus, or the opposite. And today was the latter.
“When will we arrive?” Moira groaned, tilting her head towards the pilot.
“ETA is 30 minutes, ma’am.”
“Well, hurry. Sombra stated the security systems will only be down for another hour.”
Her head fell against the back rest as she travelled into her thoughts. She began to go over the plan once more, so that no detail was left unnoticed. She made sure to not be as forgetful as the others.
‘Go through entrance H… Reaper takes care of the guards… Sombra oversees that security is taken care of and no one wakes up… I follow the hallway, take a right…. Room 203. Once I’m in, I grab the research, the samples… and get the hell out before the security systems turn themselves back on. I’m curious as to what she’s found, it’s been a long time since I’ve overseen her research, I’m sure she has grown. Angela was incredibly intelligent, really a shame she let morals get in the way of her incredible advancements…’
Moira searched the cluttered counter haphazardly, throwing anything that wasn’t the documents. She NEEDED to see what Angela had found, what that brilliant young mind had conjured. If it was advanced enough for the young doctor not to speak of it, it HAD to be the key to furthering her own experiments.
“Ah, there you are.” She cooed, opening the file. What the older doctor had seen was everything she had hoped it was. Dr.Ziegler had finally found the formula for rapid cellular regeneration, and quite possibly, resurrection if caught quickly enough. The geneticist’s eyes went wide, her heart beating rapidly. She needed to test the formula, now. To see if it truly worked.
To the lab she went, file in hand. And after several sleepless hours, she had conjured the serum. It was warm to the touch, indicating an odd chemical reaction was taking place. The sight of the deep, indigo liquid swirling rapidly was unlike anything she had seen before.
“Now… who to test it on…” the woman quipped, looking around the lab for any animal or test subject she could find. Nothing.
‘If no one is here… then I’m the only one. It’s a risk, but a risk worth taking. Would I truly be a scientist if I didn’t take risks when needed?’ she thought to herself, laying on the cold, stiff padded chair. She prepared the injection site, cleaning her arm thoroughly before placing the injection mount. The shiny piece of metal clung to her skin, allowing the vial to be injected quickly, and without fail. With a huff, the vial was screwed into the mount, needle nanometres away from her skin.
“All set…. Dia cabhrú liom.” With those words, she pressed the trigger. Within seconds, the white-hot serum was rushing through her bloodstream. She wanted to scream, the agonizing pain unlike anything she had felt before. It felt as if every single cell in her body was being cauterized, the liquid destroying any tissue it found, like acid. The torment lasted about 3 minutes, but it was the longest 3 minutes of the scientist’s life. However, the young Irishwoman was not expecting such pleasant after effects. Her body felt clean, chilled, fresh, and her skin bright and glowing. It’s the strongest she had ever felt.
She smiled, remembering her incredible discovery. No one knew what she had done that night, save for Angela, who found out much later. ‘she was only upset I put her research to use, instead of letting it rot in a desk file for 50 years, or whenever Overwatch deems it “safe to use”. The girl didn’t understand the importance of her own work.’ Moira thought to herself, before the jets altitude began to drop at a familiar rate. They have arrived.
She unclasped the seat belt, fading out of the jet and onto the base. Reaper quickly followed suit, while Widowmaker stayed back, in case cover fire was needed. The mercenaries touch was all it took to wipe the guards of their lives, and the Irishwoman couldn’t help but giggle at the monster she had created. He was exactly what she had imagined, and then some.
“let’s move.” He growled, fading into the shadows so that he may take care of any other guards about the facility.
Moira made a beeline to the office, knowing she was on borrowed time. 4 minutes before security systems are back up. ‘188…. 194…197… 200…. 201… 203!’ with a quick fade, she was in the lab. “now, where are those samples?” she questioned, thinking aloud.
“Moira.”
She knew that voice.
“Angela. I thought you would be asleep. This is… quite troublesome.” She sighed, turning around to face her old co-worker.
“I’d love to stay and chat, old friend, but I’m afraid I don’t have time for your thoughtless questions. Allow me to take… those.” Moira declared, pointing at her prize, and the whole reason for this adventure.
“And I’ll be on my way.” The words rolled off her tongue like silk, but Angela was not amused. Moira darted toward them, pocketing both the samples and the documents before she ran toward the door, heals clicking against the marbled concrete.
“Hey! I won’t allow you to leave with those!” Angela yelled, her tone filled with malice and hatred, something very rare for the normally sweet Overwatch agent. A pale hand darted towards the redhead, grabbing hold of the garb that flowed beneath her arm and halting her in her tracks.
“Unhand me, child!” Moira spat, the seconds she has left quickly ticking away.
“NO!”
BEEP BEEP. “SECURITY SYSTEMS RESUMED. RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS ON INTERNAL DATABASES…”
‘Shit.’ Moira thought to herself, knowing full well that her only hope of getting out was reaper, if he wasn’t already electrocuted. The scientist was fuming with anger, the perfect plan set in place ruined by her once counterpart.
“You… insolent… FOOL.” Moira growled, losing her patience. ‘No... If I’m stuck here, I must keep calm… maybe, just maybe I can have some fun with her. Let the experimentation begin.’ Her features softened, a coy smirk being the only thing left on her expression.
“You’re not leaving with my research AGAIN. You’re stuck here, until I alert the authorities. Your reign of terror is ending, Moira. you won’t harm another soul with my work. Had I had the opportunity, I would’ve done this sooner, after Gabriel.” She spat, pulling out her cell phone and dialling the security desk number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
“Scheisse…” the doctor cursed. Of course, Sombra had made sure the phone lines were dead. Moira chuckled. ‘Gabriel, hm? I sense a weak point. Time to stab it.’
“Ahh, but Gabriel isn’t Gabriel anymore. He’s the Reaper, and Angela, with your discovery, and my pure talent, we’ve made such an incredible monster. You should really take a look, watch him drain the life of others. Nothing is more incredible.” She teased, making sure the intel was safe before stepping forward, now only inches away from the smaller doctor.
Angela’s anger began to boil, her body shaking as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t want to think about what happened to Gabriel, because it was, in fact, her research. ‘No… This is NOT my fault…. Its HERS. Not mine.’ Angela thought to herself, as the anger stewed even more inside her.
“YOU made a monster. Not me. YOU turned my best friend into a thing that can’t even be considered human. NOT ME.” The doctor yelled, a few tears running down her face. Her fists began to ball up, knuckles turning white as she grips her lab coat.
“Ah, but I wouldn’t have done it without you, dear. Without that night alone, in your lab. So, Thank you.” The Irishwoman cooed mockingly, a finger traveling up her neck and onto her chin. ‘How pathetic. I wonder how long until she breaks? How long before I get her to bend to my will?’ Moira thought to herself, her smug grin growing wider across her face.
“no… thank you.” Angela stated flatly. She couldn’t take it anymore. Just seeing this woman made her blood boil, let alone the torture of being in the same room with her until she can contact someone. ‘Only one way to shut her up.’ The Swiss’ fist swung upwards, and into the older woman’s jaw. It hurt so, so much, but her anger was far more important than the state of her hand. She could always fix it later.
Moira stumbled, the small, bony fist catching her completely off guard. She laughed. ‘yes, Angela. Loose control. Do it.’
The doctor swung again, this time in the ribs. CRACK. Her hand began to throb, but it just felt too good to hear Moiras’ bones crushing under her hands. The broken scientist fell to her knees, then to her side, spitting out blood as Angela continued to punch. Over and over, almost in a rhythm of hatred, until she was too physically exhausted to try anymore.
Moira coughed, the wet, gurgling noise echoing in the otherwise dead quiet lab room. Her face felt 8 times larger than she’s used to, blood everywhere she looks. It’s so hard to see the source, with her eyes almost swollen shut. She laughed, staring into Angela’s eyes as she sat up from the floor.
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