Video Games Made Me Violent || accepting
❈ - for your muse to draw a sword on mine
That… was a new one. Lena had seen more war than many in the world, both of this time and not, and very few of them had ever had the gall or the opportunity to pull something like a large blade on her. Though given the circumstances, Lena could hardly color herself surprised; she had just threatened Anansewa’s boss with threat of imprisonment if the weapons race wasn’t given up.
Much like Rae herself, Lena had become a free agent of sorts after the fall of the organization she once called home. Across the world she had traveled, working with savory and unsavory characters, enacting acts of violence and resolution, saving and murdering as the time saw fit. It was during this time that she heard the whisperings of
Antonio Fernandez, a man selling arms to the highest bidder on the black market. Incapable and unwilling do to anything about it, Lena had left the situation alone until Overwatch had called her home, commanding her to the good side once again.
And here she was now, threatening Fernandez with imprisonment or death, if he didn’t halt his illegal activities. Really, a sword was to be expected at some point, wasn’t it?
“Easy, easy, love.” Something about that face, something about her, was so familiar, but what was it? Why couldn’t she put a finger on it? Why did Rae seem so familiar?? “I’m just trying to get my point across–I hardly believe the sword is necessary.
Almost sensing the danger, the pulse pistols at her hips glowed a bit brighter and a hum began to pick up, prepared for her incoming jumps through time and space should the situation call for it. Lena remained calm, offering nothing but a reserved face with a cool demeanor–Rae would have to keep up with her if she wanted to get close enough to actually use that sword.
