#bladesofwrath

[crossder-a]

@bladesofwrath When it comes to being a big metal fortress with claws, Caldera is damn good at their job. It goes as per usual. They're mostly here to protect another Overwatch operative, doing whatever Winston has resquested. Caldera supposes it must be getting intel, this time. Most of the other agents are wreaking havoc as a distraction of sorts, while the two of them carry out the most important task of the mission. This strategy is getting old, Caldera finds, but they don't seem to have the means to do much better, and it's working for now. Until this one ninja comes along. They're not even sure it's a ninja, truth be told, they've never had to deal with that before. All they know is that they're too slow, and they're confused, and they've been drawn too far back, and it's been gone for a few minutes without attacking them, and they have to rush back to the other agent because they have a bad, bad feeling about this because it's suddenly dead quiet all throughout the corridor, and it's not going to be working anymore.

[unpretentious-genius]

@bladesofwrath

“Genji, Genji, Genji... Please put on some pants.” AJ was lounging on the couch, laptop balancing on the arm of the furniture. Behind his glasses a somewhat confused expression lazily showed.

“I don’t know who talked you into going naked 100% of the time but they’re not here. The least you could do is were shorts.”

[jessethekxd]

Something felt... off.

And not the ‘drunk too much but not enough to have a full on headache’ off either. Almost as everything around him felt wrong. Groggily, he opened his eyes-- and immediately knew exactly where he was and yet. He shouldn’t be in here. He had no reason to be waking up in a cell-- and not this particular one. If nothing else, the more surprising thing was not feeling a sharp object being pressed against his neck.

Though, now his slowly waking up mind could definitely feel some unfamiliar aches. His wrist was the number one offender, but that’s not to say it wasn’t competing every other limb in this mess. Confused, Jesse looked down at his-- that’s not his. That’s not his at all--

“W-What the hell--?” He spoke quietly as he nearly hurled himself off the cot and onto the floor. The sound of metal hitting the floor and worsen the pain his head, but it went nearly ignored simply because THIS WAS NOT HIS BODY.

@bladesofwrath

[c0-p-c47]

Training

@bladesofwrath

Staring at the figure that was now more machine than man stirred strange feelings in the Unit, but they were all pushed away and ignored. Any emotional response was unneeded. This was a job; not one to kill, but one to raise. Teach. Something the Unit had not done before, but it was one of the best-suited for the job. Strong enough to handle the ninja. Able to be put back together so long as the CPU located in its metallic skull remained intact enough to be healed with biotics. There were other reasons, the Unit was sure, but they were not shared with the Unit. It did not ask about those.

“Genji,” Its voice was soft and soothing, but held that almost electric quality all Omnics had. It was the same Genji’s voice would have once he began to speak; a side-effect of the work that had to be done to his throat and vocal chords, “It is time to wake up. We have work to do. Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?”

There were no weapons in the room, not even on the Unit. This was a precaution. If they were going to fight, it was going to be hand-to-hand and one of them was in a brand new body. The Unit was confident this was not a deadly situation. Even if things took a turn for the worst, the Unit had a trick. A small add-on built into its palm. All it had to do was press its fingers to its palm a certain way and an electroshock would subdue the new cyborg. The Unit did not plan to use such a tactic. It knew first-hand how such things hurt.

[junkxnstein]

I don't RP with you because you're mutuals only

Give me a reason you DON’T rp with me.I’m… not mutuals only? I’m actually open to anyone.

[comitatum]

it's not a popular opinion that Jack is Trans, but i want you to know that I support your Headcanon, and if anyone ever says anything that hurts you about it, i wiLL FIGHT THEM. you do you, and dont let ANYBODY tell you otherwise. 👍👍👍 <3

Aw, thanks! I wasn’t aware it wasn’t, but truthfully, I really don’t care if it is or not. It’s my headcanon and it’s very important to me, both as someone who identifies as trans and to how I see Jack Morrison’s character (as I’ve said before). Someone who’s gonna try to hurt me about it is going to be sorely disappointed lmfao

I really appreciate the support, though! It means a lot that the people who follow me and that I write with are supportive. It’s really given me room to think about and explore Jack’s character even further!

[alalkomeneis]

"Clothes are a burden to aerodynamics and you know it."

            ☢ 

“I don’t fly, and so aerodynamics don’t matter to me.” Athena grinned, clasped her hands in front of her. “Besides, I look fantastic in navy blue, especially with some gold accents. Really brings out my optics.”

[robotfamiliar]

The bird seems to have gotten caught in a wire fence. He's chirping and squirming quite a bit, and seems to panic when it sees you. Poor thing must be terrified.

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The first thing theough the cyborg’s head is the question why such a creature would be here, in such a dreary setting, where death and despair are the norm, in the first place. Thank everything the fence wasn’t currently electrified, though panic surged through him when he realized it could be cut on again at any moment. In a blur the katana is out of it’s sheathe, and he wastes no time in severing the wire around the bird lest it be electrocuted and catches the delicate animal before it can hit the ground.

Metal fingers work gently at the wire wrapped around the animal, and he finds himself talking to the creature as if it could understand him as he works.

“Shh, calm yourself. I am here to help. You, little friend, are very lucky I came out here and found you… There is no telling how long you might have been stuck had I stayed indoors to train…”

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The bird settles down, looking up at him.

He seem to have lost a couple flight feathers in his struggle, but otherwise he is unharmed. The little yellow ball of sunshine peeps and shakes himself to reset his feathers. It’s only then it’s clear this bird has something on his back.

{{ Thank you! }} A voice comes... from the bird?