#omnicvisionary

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Not half as much a mystery as you are, O'Deorain. Luckily, Max is an omnic and smiling is neither possible nor expected.

“Science and odds are much alike in that respect – neither behaves the way we anticipate. Which means I am bound to disappoint you eventually, Minister.”

He doesn’t ask her why she supports a new human-omnic war, although he wishes he knew. It would help his leverage if he understood the woman’s motivations.

“Tell me, have you been working on anything … interesting?"

She laughs when Maximilien admits fallibility. It's charming, truly, his humility is a nice change from the brash lot she usually has to deal with.

"Oh, have I!" Moira exclaims. It's a bad idea, she muses, to ask a scientist what she's working on unless you have half an hour to spare.

"Optogenetics, an old-world technique of exploiting light-activated halorhodopsin to excite or inhibit neurons. A hundred years old, and yet uppity, prudish milksops limit work to mice models even still. It's a dead-end of stagnant research." She sighs dramatically, but the excitement bubbles away in her chest, not even considering that her audience might have a different idea of 'interesting' to her.

"That is, until I decided it was worth resuming." A sinister glint sparkles in her eyes. "My volunteer misses his wife terribly. But shine a yellow light in his brain and he forgets entirely what she looks like. Isn't that grand?"

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“I have nothing against humans and by helping you, I help myself.”

There’s a spark about her that makes him proceed with caution, a bristling volatility coupled with an air of confidence. This was a human would pump a bullet into his neural net and think nothing of it as she walked away.

“If you feel beholden to me, I would ask only one small favour, payable at some later date. Do you agree? Of course, once it’s performed, you’d owe me nothing further.”

Her sharp eyes watched him, hands still keeping her rifle in hand. She wasn’t sure that she could trust him - friendships with omnics had never gone well for her, not that she had ever had many. Her work with Blackwatch, usually targeting omnics, had made her wary. Hell, the nature of Blackwatch made her wary of anyone and anything.

There was something about this omnic, however, that made her extra cautious. She couldn’t truly say what. She hadn’t ever seen him before, had no idea who he was or what his intentions were, but she had a feeling. And Xio always listened to her feelings.

“An unnamed favor to be paid back later, at you discretion? That doesn’t sound like a catch,” Xio said dryly, standing carefully, her guard never dropping. “What kind of favor?”

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@omnicvisionary

His programming allows dismay, but only to an extent. Nevertheless, for a moment, he forgets which of them is programmed to kill more efficiently.  Although Maximilien’s construct doesn’t permit blushing, there are other outward signs of his embarrassment. He distracts himself by adjusting and smoothing his tie.

“Yes, forgive me, Madame. Your beauty makes me forget how brutally competent you are.”

It sounds like a line because it is, yet it’s not. There are no difficult middle school years for his kind. No awkward experiments in flirting or romance, no feeling out the effects of what he says. The words are a result of his programming, but they’re also the truth.

“Trust me when I say this – you’re considered one of Talon’s greatest assets. I would not be forgiven should something happen to you on my watch. So please, Madame, while you may be aware of the danger, have a care for your safety.”

Had this been anyone else, Widowmaker would have rolled her eyes and ignored the statement. She fully believed that men and women alike bullshitted their way with compliments, paving the road to potentially get in her good grades, or her pants. Either way, it never worked, and if anything, it drove the sniper to feel absolutely disgusted with the futile attempts.

Maximilien was different. 

When he spoke, he spoke without underlying need and inflections, almost as cold and calculated as she was. it was refreshing, reassuring, and in some sense, even alluring. The spider felt rather comfortable in his presence, especially when he brought on that old world charm and politeness. 

“Monsieur...”, she offers him a slight bow of her head, the silence broken by the sound of her pistol racking, bullet in the chamber. “You flatter me.” Widowmaker can’t help but offer a small smile in return, at least until her attention is back on herself, fingers peeling the material of her dress back, taking full advantage of that thigh slit to slip the gun in her thigh holster, away from view - modesty be damned - then straightens herself out. 

“This will be a quick little thing. I assure you.”, she speaks while adjusting herself in the mirror, carefully tucking away every strand of hair that might be out of place, and finally, making sure that her appearance is as flawless as her aim. “We have accurate intel that has been validated already.”, a quick reminder, her fingers now finding his tie and straightening the knot as if they were a couple getting ready to go out “Tres bien...”, she murmurs once his suit bears no mark or wrinkle “Are you ready, Monsieur?”

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@omnicvisionary asked:  ❛ OUR EXISTENCE DEPENDS ON SHEER IMPLAUSIBILITY. ❜ 

“Im...implausibility, sir?” Soulclaw tilted her head, unable to resist the curious movement. A display of emotion, of her failure.

The mission report had gone as normal. Successful, even on the secondary objective of planting evidence to redirect the focus of the media. Let them think about the skirmish in Russia being the reason for this kidnapping of an Omnic diplomat. Though reporting it directly to one of the leaders of Talon had brought nerves to both Soulclaw, and her handler for this mission, who’d fled as soon as he was dismissed. She had not been so lucky.

“...do you speak of Talon, of Omnics, or of...something else, sir?” Faint confusion, attempting to parse his words.

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Ⓐ (omnicvisionary)

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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"Am I to understand your opinion of Omnics is 'glorified prosthetics'?" Maximilien tilts his head to the side, arms are folded over his chest, as if he's appraising artwork in a gallery. A lilt of amusement carries in his voice rather than disapproval. "If I'm not mistaken, Mister McCree, that's one step away from 'glorified sex toy', yes?" ( @omnicvisionary )

“What? Now hold on there, bucko. Ain’t never said nothin’ t’ that effect an’ I ain’t gonna. Y’all’re people jus’ like anyone else’n I’ve fought fer that shit.” Yep. Flustered. He’s flushed over the cheeks and has a frown tipping his mouth.

“Ain’t never dipped int’ that mess an’ I ain’t gonna. Not my thin’, thanks.”