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|| @deusexomnica cont. [ x ] ||

        ♛ ~ “That’s right.” Dei crossed her arms as she glared at the scientist, her red visor gleaming. “For such a price, I’m not going to do jack shit for you. My services are worth a bit more than that.” This woman underestimated the dangers of the field, cooped up in her fancy indoor garden. Reached a clawed hand, the omnic plucked a leaf from one of the plants and flicked it towards the floor. “Good luck finding anyone mental enough to risk their life for such a measly buck.”

Of course that omnic would take herself far more important than she actually way. Joe didn’t expect any less. Still, she was in need of competent help as all other agents rendered themselves useless to her. Was it really that difficult to fulfill a simple task? The scientist frowned. Then, upon seeing her reaching out for one of her plants, she squinted and observed her with displeasure. Her left eye twitched a little.

Joe crossed her arms. “Lucky for you that you’re nothing more than a machine. Otherwise that little leaf you plucked mindlessly would’ve killed you within minutes.” She hissed in open hostility. That was a mere exaggeration, but still. A complete fool without any knowledge would kill themselves fairly quick in her greenhouse. “If you value your existence, do not do it again.” She added to her previous statement in a huff.

“And apparently your only issue with my request is the payment. Name your price then.”

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creation

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Madness. There was no other words that described her next undertaking so precisely as this one. Joe was known to have absolute no morals or scruples when it came down to scientific experiments and new inventions. The creation of the Widowmaker, one of the est snipers in the world – if not, the best- was only the beginning. Since years she had worked hard on improving the human body in almost all areas. Working restlessly through days and nights, operating and testing on numerous test subjects, even undergoing experimentation herself, the Pole decided it was time to step up her game.

She wanted to create a human. Not an ordinary human as everyone knew. She wanted to make a better version. A completely new life being from scratch, able to outperform everyone she knew, everyone in Talon.

But that wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Such a project was prone to many mistakes. Every step needed to be calculated carefully, otherwise it might fail – or worse. While Joe has an immense knowledge of the human body and its functions since this was her specialization, she lacked the needed expertise of a certain topic.

Luckily, another doctor aligned with Talon was a genius in said topic. And lucky for Joe that she met that certain person on the corridor of their headquarters. “Ah, my dear doctor Pelletier!” With a smile and a hand wave she greeted the Canadian while approaching her. “It’s good to see you here. In fact, I even searched for you. You see….” Joe paused for a minute here to pull out a pack of cigarette and a lighter. “I have a favor to ask you. Or, to say it differently – I need your help for a special… project of mine. Interested?”

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Plans were set in motion. Talon prepared themselves for a war. A war they would cause, in order to throw the world into another chaos and havoc, another conflict between humans and omnics. Testing who would become stronger, who would evolve, and who would perish like a pitiful fool.

Joe didn’t give a damn. In the end everyone would die, sooner or later. They were just about to speed up the process. She was confident in her own abilities to survive, in her own abilities to outdo the rest, to come out on top of all of them. Contrary to her, not everyone seemed to apathetic about that topic. Some were excited, others scared, other ones even angered because it didn’t fit into their personal plans.

The scientist was particularly curious about another agent in their ranks and his opinion – Zenyatta. If she recalled correctly, he had joined them in order to help the world get better. Or something along the lines. She didn’t listen properly and rarely talked to the former omnic monk. Time to change that.

“Yo.” She nodded in his direction and joined him in the common room. Joe sat down next to him and watched him. Then she clicked her tongue. “What do you think, hm? Another Omnic Crisis is about to come.”

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|| @doctorscrders cont. [ x ] ||

That was unexpected. Joe turned her head and observed the other curiously all while Angela started to scold her and held a lecture about a comment she spoke out mindlessly.

The red haired raised an eyebrow high. But besides that she kept a straight face while thinking about the rage-filled words that had left her mouth. Then she titled her head slightly to the side. Her mouth corners lifted.

“Ah, my dear, why so furious? Did I perhaps say something wrong?” Joe smirked. Her reaction wasn’t an unknown one. She knew what kind of emotions she tended to evoke in other people. Angela was no different.

“I merely made a statement. No deeper meaning. And you jumped the gun on me. Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair? After all, I didn’t do anything, dear angel.” She leaned back on her seat and crossed her arms.

“I never said we are alike. But maybe.... you are afraid that we have more in common than you’re willing to admit. Hm?”

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|| @strikecommanderamari cont. [ x ] ||

She had nothing better to do than loitering around the base - at least around the common rooms and areas not restricted to her. Overwatch didn’t trust her and she knew that very well. But Joe didn’t expect anything else. She wouldn’t even trust herself if she was in their position. Heck she didn’t trust no one at all.

She didn’t trust that new strike commander Amari.

And yet she was highly intrigued by a woman who seemed so strong and confident, who was truly convinced about her own ideals and fought for what she believed in.

The former Talon scientist leaned against the doorframe, watched her taking off her armor and listened to her answer. For a moment, she remained silent and thought about her words.

Strange. Something about the Egyptian reminded her of herself. She didn’t like it. She sneered. “You’re naive. I’m surprised.” Joe grinned a little. The grin seemed off.

“You can’t help humanity. ... I’ve tried.”

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She scoffed. The way he said it. That she didn’t have much of a choice. Joe was so eager to prove him wrong, no matter how.

But much to her discontent, he was right. She was literally cornered. For now. They broke into the quarters, broke into her laboratory and chased her down into the basement. Some of his forces got stopped by the traps around her lab, but this was not enough to fight them off. She was not prepared enough. She hated that feel.

A curse in her mother tongue left her lips, muttered under her breath before she turned her sight to the commander standing in front of her, his gun pointed at her chest. Then, she raised both her hands and showed him her empty palms all while grinning self-assured.

“Oh my, you want to shoot me? Wouldn’t that be a waste?” Joe raised her chin, stared him down. And chuckled. “I am sure we can come to.... an agreement. Lower that weapon. Let’s.... talk.”

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“Don’t underestimate the importance of body language.”

disney sentence starter, was it? 

Usually people didn’t dare to lecture her or to point out her obvious flaws. One of them was her sluggish appearance along with her sluggish posture, signaling that she didn’t care about the opinion of others about her or her demeanor. Joe was here to do her job and to focus on her work. Nothing more and nothing less. 

It irked her that Reaper pointed it out to her. Every other person would have gotten a sassy and sarcastic remark as a response, along with an annoyed glare. But the scientist held back. This was her boss. Her superior. And even though she was fascinated by that man’s extraordinary medical condition and yearned to examine him on her operation table, she knew how easily it was for him to simply kill her. 

Joe valued her life. 

She took out a pack of cigarettes and lightened one.  “Hm.. didn’t know I get bonus points if I act like I care.” She muttered under her breath to herself and took a drag. Then she turned her sight towards the masked one and nodded. “I keep that in mind.”  

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“If your goal is to have me surrender to you, that day will never come.”

last sentence starter meme I reblogged, too lazy to look up 

Joe raised an eyebrow high. Then, she only smiled. “Oh, that’s my goal? A little weak for an aspiring genius and talented scientist like me, don’t you think?” There was no situation she wouldn’t use to stroke her own ever-growing ego. “But I guess small minds think small.” There was also no situation she wouldn’t use to scale her opponents down. 

Still smiling confidently, she took a sip from her coffee. She let the bitter taste of the black liquid linger in her mouth and on her tongue for another while, savored the rich taste before she continued to speak. 

“My goal is not your surrender. Well, not solely your surrender.” Although her smile changed into a rather wicked one, her expression was still hiding the evil intentions her words laid bare. “I would much rather see you broken, on your knees, with your body and mind shattered before me. I want you to beg me for mercy, to beg me to stop. I want to see the despair and frustration when you realize, this will never happen. I want to indulge in your fear and enjoy every single moment of your lamentations.” 

Joe chuckled. “As you see. Surrender is not necessary. I enjoy challenges. And you promise to be one. I like that.”