#ex-boyscout

[wildwindtrail]

Nedra, you're delight personified.

@ex-boyscout

“I am? You just haven’t seen my grumpy side.” She looks at Jack, amused and taken a bit by his words. She was always hopeful, happy but even she had the bad days and occasional grumpiness.

[acceptedmyself]

⚡️ what are some things you fear?

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“As a child, I hated dogs, carrots, and those oni masks Father had on the wall of his office. When we were children, Hanzo would put one of them on and chase me around the castle, I really hated that.

Those were childish fears I grew over. I still hate carrots, though. Even with almost no sense of taste, just knowing they’re there when I eat makes me sick.

I’m at peace with most of my old demons. I still don’t like being stared at, and I still do feel like a freak whenever I’m out in public, but I’ve learned to ignore others’ gazes on me. If I had to tell you now, by biggest concern would be... losing what little order I managed to reclaim into my life."

That would mean losing Angela and Zenyatta, as well as Overwatch as a whole. But those were details he guessed were implicit. He hesitated a little, before adding:

"These days I’m mostly worried for Hanzo. For the path he’ll take. That would be my biggest fear: To be told all my efforts to help him move on were for naught, and that I was wrong to think he was never beyond redemption.”

[anathesniper]

ex-boyscout replied to your post: I think you enjoy hurting my feelings.

“But did it make you smile?”

// "Why, do you assume I enjoy hurting your feelings Jack? You're awfully easy to mess with."

[fallenvalkyriemercy]

@ex-boyscout liked for a starter 

“Jack, what are you doing? You know I said to stop picking at the scab. You’re only going to make it worse.” She frowns and swats at his hand.

“and I don’t care if it itches, find another way.” 

[reyes-is-dead]

Who’s got a Grudge?

Of course the Soldier would have tracked him down here, in Dorado, of all places.

Of course it just has to be when he’s under contract for recon only, flying solo with orders to silence comm chatter.

And of course it’s got to be when he’d running low and due for his routine injections.

Still, coincidences or not, the prospect of confronting the (self-proclaimed?) vigilante has Reaper’s mood improving exponentially, even if the situation checks out to be almost completely against his favour.  Never stopped him checking names of his list before.

The Reaper first caught wind of Soldier’s activities when a handful of Los Muertos scrappers were laid flat by a single unknown entity.  Normally this would be nothing to him, not giving a shit what those kids do in their spare time, but the method, the manner in which they were disposed of...  Mmh, stank of the familiar, a calling card he’s personally witnessed on a few occasions.  

So the mercenary will pull himself out of whatever hidey-hole he’s cached in after gathering enough... somewhat reliable... intel from the street, and will sit.

And wait.

And wait and wait and wait...  Until the next bunch of failures bait the Soldier.  Fireworks and explosives and munitions and arms work well to bait the target, he’s learned over the years.

When all is said and done and there’s not much left but smeared fluorescent body paint and teeth scattered about, the Reaper naturally makes his move.

And quite suddenly, in an alleyway a few blocks from the party scene, the Soldier will find a double-barreled Hellfire shotgun pressing against his liver from behind.

Fancy meeting you here, old man.

[ladyoftheslainarchived-blog]

"Is this a date?"

@ex-boyscout || meme

Freyja blinked, briefly taken back by Jacks question. It was a bit on the random side therefore had a way of catching her off guard.” A date? No,no. At least I didn’t think of it to be.”  Thinking about it she could understand perfectly why he would ask such a thing. The establishment, the dim lighting, the music, the candles, it pretty much was as if she opened the door herself for the question to be asked. 

Realizing that she closed her eyes and gave a nod of her head.” I can now see why you would ask that.” Opening them she went onto explaining,” I hope you’d believe me when I say that leading you into anything wasn’t my intentions bringing you here. I just wanted to properly thank you for everything. I use to come here with my sisters when they’d visit  and loved it so much that I thought it would have been nice for you also. If it makes you uncomfortable we don’t have to stay.”

If anything she just wanted him to relax, that was her main goal for bringing him out. Just by observing when he spoke and moved Freyja could tell that Jack was a work oriented man. When he had an objective at hand his mind was set on nothing else but completing it. While she found that to be a good thing, in a way she also found it to be a little……….unsettling(?).  All in all, she wanted to teach him that he could still do his job while taking little moments to take it easy from time to time. 

[jxsticiero]

I'd like to read meta about your interpretation of McCree passed out drunk at Christmas, in contrast to what the other characters were pictured doing at the same time?

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While I often just skip and jump ahead to Recall, where Jesse is somehow able to sneak into the picture of it with the UN’s okay or ignorance, I do think about the time between Jesse leaving and the Recall often. 

Think of it from his point of view. He lived in Blackwatch, looked up to and yes loved his commander in more than just base romantic attraction (I hc that Gabe wasn’t just a commander, he was a crush, a love, a family, a rock, he was Jesse’s world). To make him look at the man that was a major building block in his world, and not just the man but the family he made in those years, and feel like he has to leave. That is some real shit.

And then Gabe “dies”, Jack “dies”, Ana is gone and Rein is picking up the pieces and trying to be strong for the memories. Jesse is left on the run with a bounty on his head from both “good” and “evil”. He has to watch as this man’s memory is tainted and twisted. Words like traitor is thrown, insane, break down, envy. Jesse hates it. He blames himself. Thinks that if he would’ve stayed he could’ve kept Gabe together. Could’ve kept their family whole and happy.

So that is a lot of shit.

But add the fact that it is Christmas.

Christmas which my Jesse loves to all hell. A holiday that Jesse had once celebrated with someone else his entire life, be it some barely there celebration before Deadlock, a drunken escapade in Deadlock, or a real Christmas in Blackwatch. And by real, he means sitting around others and realizing that these people care. That there is something there. That being alone isn’t so good. 

It was in Blackwatch and Overwatch that he made a family, and it was Blackwatch and Overwatch that made the holidays nice.

He has no one, just a bounty and pain.

If this is Pre Completed Recall he is fighting himself. He got the memo, but would he honestly put all of that on them. Sure he knows where to go, meaning he would have at least Winston for Christmas. But he may know where Genji is. Or even Angela. But he goes nowhere near any of them. He avoids his family for drinking himself away instead.

He is in mourning. He mourns the loss of that time with family. He mourns believing he deserved something so nice. And with no one to vent to, he risks it all.

He drinks himself into passing out.

It is more than a risk. It is a death sentence. Passing out when people are after you is signing the warrant. He wasn’t bettering himself, or with someone else, he wasn’t writing or fighting or anything. He was alone, drinking himself away. Because in his world, he is a dead man walking. A burden on the friends he has left. He isn’t a hero. He isn’t good. But he isn’t bad. He knows bad.

At this point all his close friends are better off or dead. Jesse is a forgotten enigma. Left to chase the past, trying to be a hero following a mold he has had since childhood. He is realizing how pointless his life is. He just causes trouble for anyone he is around. He used to joke he was cursed but now he means it.

And now on the day of spending time with those you love. He is left without any cards and all he can do is find a friend in a stupor. Allowing himself to drift back into those nice memories.

Yeah, Jesse is a sad boy. But he makes it passed the night and the next morning he takes it as some kind of sign. He will move passed the nightmares of Christmas. And hope that those he loved are happy and healthy and not alone. God he hopes they aren’t alone.

[flashbang-up]

@ex-boyscout

“Means I bluffed when I should’ve folded.” Jack considers the younger man a moment. Level gaze, composed, already a better shot than he is despite the age difference – Reyes has a knack for picking good ones. “Guess that falls under ‘don’t lie’.”

He leaves his mundane woes behind for a moment and looks through a pair of field glasses. Light glints back off rocks and the heat rising from the road bends the view.

“What do you think the odds of me winning back my money, McCree?” It’s time-passing talk. Meaningless fluff. Sometimes it helps, but then he’s back to business again.

“I don’t see that road train yet. Should have some escorts roaming ahead.” He hands over the field glasses. “You see better than I do. Do you see anything out there?” They won’t get a second chance to hit it for the black market firearms so timing is critical.

         The gunslinger frowned as he peered into the distance - his hat shielded his eyes from the glaring sun - moving the cigarillo around in his mouth in thought before answering, "Nothin' yet, boss. Don't hear nothin' either. You sure we're in the right area?" He questioned, tone sincere as he continued, "'nd I reckon y've got a pretty good chance; Reyes winning was just a fluke." 

          Jesse kept his eyes on the road, shifting his position to avoid a limb falling asleep. Eventually he pulled the short cigar from his lips and tossed it to the ground, stamping it out with a boot. "Could've taken a different route." He mused.