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friedenswachter replied to your post “He is asleep, actually getting some rest.”
She's not going to bother him, but instead covers him a bit more with the blanket and puts a cup of water beside him.
The shifting of the blanket on him though and the foreign smell of another person he isn’t very familiar with near him has stirred him from his slumber “Hmm?” Cracking an eye open just barely.
❝you're going to hurt yourself, let me help you.❞
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[ ╬ ] “Oh, I’m sure you’re busy, I wouldn’t want to burden you with this. Besides. i-it’s really not that…. heavy, I can do it!” She really can’t, her whole body is nearly shaking and it looked like her knees were going to give out beneath her at any second. Angela just didn’t want to make multiple trips and thought carrying everything at once would be faster, but clearly the boxes were full of rather heavy equipment
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Reinhardt leans over her a bit as he frowns. Careful not to get in the way, but close enough in case something happens. “You sure?” Him? Busy? The only times he was busy was when Ana or Jack needed something. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” Seeing how much trouble she was having, he takes most of the boxes, leaving the ones she was actually holding for her to hold as he turns and takes the rest. “Here let me help. Best not let the Doctor get hurt.”
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“What if I said it was both~?”
“Then I would say ‘thanks, but yours are prettier’, and ‘heck yes I would love to go for drinks’.”
Amelie, or in this instance Widowmaker lays on her stomach atop a five story building. The cool concrete below her her only company. It was a relatively quiet night. Her mission was to cover the retreat of talon agents returning from a skirmish. As she watches the black clad men fall back through the tight alleys, her mind drifts. It had been a long deployment, with little time for sleep. The sniper catches herself dozing off on occasion but doesn’t let it concern her.
As she dozes again, she hears a crunch of gravel behind her. Pushing herself upwards from her prone position to wheel on her visitor, she feels an arm wrap around her throat. The french woman gasps for air, the strong grip unrelenting. Amelie calms herself, her adrenaline inhibitor working overtime as she thinks through her situation. She pushes herself upwards, leaning her head down to throw her attacker off balance, and flips them off of her.
A tall, bulky man wearing black stands before her, the symbol of Blackwatch upon his shoulder. The mans only defining feature from the usual Blackwatch drones was the black cowboy hat atop his head. He begins to speak, a slow, southern united states draw. Amelie does not care to listen. She dives forward, trying to reach her rifle that was left abandoned on the ground. As her hand grazes the scope of the weapon however, her vision fills with stars as a pain shoots through her head. The man had delivered a roundhouse kick that she stupidly drove herself into.
The sniper straightens herself, reeling from her pounding head. She feels a warm substance dripping onto her shoulder. “Merde...” Amelie curses under her breath, her ear was bleeding rather profusely. her unsteadiness increases as she wills her body to provide her with more Adrenaline. Her vision clears long enough for her to regain her balance, raising her fists to challenge the main before her. Was he laughing at her? That was a big mistake. She notices his pistol was still holstered though, as he waved her to him.
Amelie stumbles again, knowing she has to end this quickly. Shaking the haze from the corners of her eyes, she fires her grappling hook at the wall next to the man, he laughs again, assuming she had missed. She smiles at him as she presses the retract button on the mechanism. With a lunge forward, she is quickly propelled towards the cowboy, both of her heeled boots connecting with his chest. A yell is heard as he flips backwards over the ledge. “Pas si drôle maintenant est-ce?”
She lays where she landed, a sigh escaping her lips as her vision darkens. Amelie feebly pulls herself into a sitting position. “This is Widowmaker, I’ve been ambushed. I require immediate medevac.” She waits for a reply that does not come. “Widowmaker to anyone. I need help.” Desperation grips her as she feels more and more tired. The sniper knows she is losing blood. If she falls asleep she will not wake. She pulls the communicator from her ear, the device cracked and lifeless. “Oh mon dieu, je ne veux pas mourir ici.” With no way to call for help, she waits for the inevitable blackness to consume her.
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“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”
A look of bewilderment spread across the Irish woman’s face as Angela offered her body as support. She displayed hesitation as she still held tightly onto her pride despite her current condition. Moira was not looking the best especially after receiving a wound to the side.After mentally fighting with herself and deciding against her personal judgement, she leans up against the Swiss doctor and walked with her slowly through the street.“Do not tell anyone about this.”
-- @friedenswachter || i aint diggen out the call
Brigitte decided now was a good chance to visit Angela, for Angela often showed her distaste with the squire’s life choices. Brigitte wasn’t fond of Angela’s upset face, it reminded her of her mother’s face whenever she did something that might be seen as reckless. Brigitte decided to make this talk go a little smoother she would bring some of her mother’s pie.
Knocking gently with one hand, the squire calls into the office with a smile on her face. Cake balanced on her other hand, she looks to the doctor with a proud look on her face. “Angela, I bring gifts from my mother!” She’s smug, relishing in the fact most people cannot resist her mothers cooking and she will use that to her advantage.
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he felt just awful, he didn’t want to get her in this mess. being in the junker queens prison, forced to rot or tell the secrets of his treasure. and he roped mercy into it too. such a good lady she was. but here they are. him without his proper legs or equipment, and her without her staff or .... armor?
frowning he quietly watches listening to the guards go by, a 14 minute rotation... it was on the dot save for meal time, which it became a 5 minute rotation, then the guards mealtime which became a 22 minute rotation. that would be the best time to leave, silently he shifted and glanced around. he’d gathered a few things, nothing but to make a distraction with.
he knew she was probably frightened, or at least mad at him. shifting he reaches over, gently tapping her shoulder, glancing down.
❛ i didn’t mean ta drag ya into this... but... i can get us out, if ya trust me. ❜
“You look really pretty today ~”
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[ ╬ ] “Oh, you’re too kind~. I do appreciate you saying that though, thank you.”
“Well it is true? I doesn’t see it as being too kind than just stating a fact. But You are welcomed.”
