#mercci

[theyoungdragon]

White ( hhhhhh )

White: I’m really shy to talk to you, but I would like to write with you sometime!

Thank you, you sweet bean for taking your time to leave this in my ask! We should definitely write together sometime <3

[the-jade-sparrow]

Closed RP with @mercci​

*BEEP* 4-AM.

Genji snapped up from his hospital stretcher like a metal bear trap, the human remains of his body oozing with a nasty, cold sweat, the metal parts pristine and uncompromised, save for a few vent ports that quickly whirred shut, the jade cylinders inside spinning around and drilling back into his body. The glow quickly faded as his body and breathing returned to normal, his feet turned to one side of the stretcher before leaving the bare comfort of the makeshift bed. Genji had lost track of how many times he woke up from night terrors, their frequency far too high to want to count anymore. Without a doubt, the Doctor was on her way to see if he was okay, his body having been tuned to medical monitors against his wishes.

*BEEP* 4-AM.

Long months had passed since Genji had finished his rehabilitation prior to his betrayal by his brother and his death. Forsaken from his end, the Shimada had been strapped to a metal body that perverted nature and his way of life. One of the only things that reminded him that he was still human was his hair: Patchy, ungodly dry, riddled with split ends, and dyed green.

*BEEP* 4-AM.

The ninja, now under the protection of Overwatch, quietly suited up and covered his vulnerable, human parts with plates of armor, each housing various tools of death and destruction for this way of life was the only thing he had left. He exhaled loudly and tried to compose himself, Angela Ziegler undoubtedly down the hall as footsteps grew increasingly louder.

*BEEP* 4-OH-ONE-AM.

[the-jade-sparrow]

@mercci started following you

“I would be lying if my heart did not skip a beat every time I see you, Doctor Ziegler, For I wish your life may be carefree and bountiful.”

[oldsoldiersdiehard-archive]

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“We’re going to have to set up temporarily in one of the empty buildings here,” Jack muttered, giving a harsh grunt as he tugged the two teammates he was carrying further into the alleyway. “We won’t be able to carry them far enough out to the transport, and even with what you can do, it’s going to take awhile before they’re fit to run.”

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“I think you’re better with that pistol of yours than you want anyone to know.” Jack finished lining up the targets and walked back over to her. “But practice makes perfect.”

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      & ;; AS SOMEONE WHO’S EXTREMELY STUBBORN, Morrison would never really give up in the midst of an argument he’s losing, nor would he give up the fight simply because he got rather badly injured. He was just too hard-headed for that, he had to keep moving forward, and to keep fighting.

      WHICH, IN THIS CASE, WAS something he was doing now; he was completely ignoring the multitude of wounds he had sustained, and refused to call over Mercy. Instead, he had his biotic field down, and he was continuing to fight, too headstrong to back down just yet. His mind was set on getting to that point, and if that meant barely surviving an onslaught of attacks, then so be it.

      THE SLIGHTEST AMOUNT OF RED was dripping from his forehead, and some wounds he had sustained to his body stained his clothes a deep red, highlighting where he was hurt and how bad it was. Not all of his wounds were bad, but if he didn’t get proper medical attention, he was going to be in trouble.

      EVENTUALLY THE SOLDIER FOUND THE time to actually call out for healing, staggering back from another blow and retreating into cover for a breather. With his luck, Mercy would be there any second.

      AND THEN PROCEED TO SCOLD him for trying to fight his way to the point by himself, but he couldn’t care much about that at the moment.