#german-power

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german-power:

“Bah! It is because you are working too hard, my friend! I will take the burden from your shoulders. You must only tell me where to stand.”

“You don’t really strike me as the paperwork type, big guy. But should I have some physical labor that might need to be done, you’ll be the first I’ll call. Deal?” 

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@german-power​ continued from xx

Operation: Blue Arrow Aftermath

No EMP should have sounded like that.

There was always an electrical buzz when a device of that nature was powered up, even at the size of the bomb that was being delivered. It was never anything so extreme that it would cause an airborne helicopter to jostle, disturbed by the sudden shift of air. The turbulence and the illumination of the night had him crossing to the window to look down upon the base in muted alarm.

There had been innocent people down there. Men, women and children that trusted they would get them away from their captors. This wasn’t part of the plan and any consolation that Reinhardt tried to offer fell upon deaf ears. He wasn’t ready to listen to anything the man had to say.

That didn’t happen until days later after he had gone over the plan, the orders that were signed off. Nothing in them mentioned anything beyond an EMP. It was Reinhardt’s reaction that truly struck him as strange. As if he knew something Gabriel didn’t.

He doesn’t bother telling his crew that he’ll return. The moment the thought comes to mind he leaves the area they’re situated in to search for the larger man. When he finds him it’s in the middle of the mess hall, surrounded by fellow coworkers trying to enjoy their meal. Setting his hands upon the table he braces his weight against them and steadily regards the other, his head tipping just a notch to the side.

“What did you know?”

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"Ah, Gabriel! I did not know, my friend! You must be so uncomfortable!" Reinhardt lifts him into a massive hug. - german-power

“Actually, it’s not so bad. The tactical pants tends to cradle the b–Gakkh!” Wheezing when he’s lifted and hugged–no, crushed–he pats the back of Reinhardt’s shoulder repeatedly. He needs air, damn it. 

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"Ah, Gabriel! You look so healthy!" - german-power

“...And here I thought the bags under my eyes are Gucci. How are you, Rein?” 

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@german-power continued from xx

A look of revelation crosses his face, giving way to amusement. “Thighs of justice. You think they’ll let me put that on a ‘Join Overwatch’ poster?” 

[stcrmforged]

"When I was a young man, I got a tattoo." Reinhardt puffs his chest out. "When I joined the Bundeswehr!" - german-power

( ➹ ) ― The expression remains UNCHANGES, but there’s something in the archer’s gaze that grants Reinhardt his attention. Hanzo fancies himself as a man who can appreciate the topic; TATTOOS are one of the few things that are sure to get a conversation rolling. It’s not as if the Lion Knight is bad looking either.

       ❝ Ah, I did NOT think tattoos were allowed among service men. One would assume it is delinquent. ❞ 

        Japan often REFUSED services to individuals marked by ink in fear of their possible connection to the yakuza. Hanzo can’t say he blames them. Law is law, despite his former ties. 

▌  · ┊&& @german-power

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@german-power continued from xx 

Reinhardt slips off his earguards and lays his P226 on the firing range counter, safety on. “We are men of war, Gabriel! I cannot wear the armor all the time.” The long firing hall is ended with a collection of body-shaped cutouts with various circles indicating ideal targets. The target on Reinhardt’s lane is filled with holes, to the point of being no more than a few remnants.

“Some people tend to be too stubborn to step past their comfort zones,” he says with a shrug and settles his hands upon his hips as he studies the fragments of a target with amusement twitching at his mouth. 

“You know, it’s usually good to switch targets before you have nothing to shoot, big guy.” The words are touched with humor and a bit of mild laughter. “Looks like you had a vendetta against it.” 

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Even if gently, the pat and subsequent rub jostles him a bit. He sways lightly with side to side stroke of the man’s large fingers. “I do, but it’s going to have to wait for now.” Biting back a yawn he huffs out a breath and takes a tentative sip of the hot coffee. 

“I want to make sure that I have everything covered for next week. But...If you want to help, maybe a second pair of eyes can catch something I might’ve missed.” He nods toward the holo-monitor and the map upon it detailing positions of the teams that’ll have to be deployed.