#reaperborn

[soltaabatida-blog]

|| @reaperborn​

        The battle zone required much from every hero, demanding their attention and skill at all times. Surviving against foes as powerful as they were was a challenge and that’s why his job was to keep every single person around him alive. It’s how he fought alongside the others, most of the time: Making sure his beats keep them running straight to their objective, all in one piece.

        Still, there wasn’t much he could do if he wasn’t able to reach his team mates. That is why Lúcio never remained in one place for too long, rushing between buildings and alleys, making sure no one was left behind. Eventually, he found someone who strayed from the group, as hurt as he would expect.

        “HEY!! Come on man, we gotta get out of here! The whole team is-” He called out, trying to reach for the dark creature (judging by how the older members of the team treated him, the DJ wasn’t even sure this guy was human anymore) but was rudely interrupted by the sound of gunshots, closer than he hoped them to be. Whoever was trying to ambush them seemed to have a score to settle with Reaper. All he could do now was make sure they both survived, and with a finger locked on the trigger of his sonic amplifier the young man glanced at his ‘ally’, ready to do whatever was necessary to succeed in bringing them both back to the objective safely.

[warpledged-archive-blog]

@reaperborn

It's hard to find the TIME for much of anything these days. Too many things going WRONG, too many things needing to be cleaned up, and Jack was always right there to do so. It didn't matter the time, the place, how long he'd been running on empty; he'd run until his damned legs gave out before he ignored a cry for help.

Today there were no cries for help. Well, that wasn't true. Somewhere someone would always be in need, but for today he was going to try and force himself into pretending that wasn't the case. Time off, or the closest thing to it they could convince him of ( how they all dreaded the day he reached the ripe age of needed forced retirement, Jack wasn't going to go down easy when THAT rolled around ).

All things considered it wasn't terrible. There were things to do. Maybe not the things he WANTED to do, but things. Such as skirting away to go and try to catch a certain someone who was far better at the elusive and stealthy game than he, but Jack had persistence on his side.

Where or not Gabriel had been trying to lose him intentional or not remained to be seen. Should it be true Jack would likely pay it no mind, as he did with many of his friend's more --- crude ( if not outright CRUEL ) behaviors.

An arm looped around Gabriel's neck, pulling him into a semi-side hug ( or maybe more like a friend's chokehold ).

❝ Gabe! ❞ It's all bouncing syllables like he hasn't seen the man in YEARS. Days, weeks, months, years --- it's all too long for Jack. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the man anytime they found themselves apart. ❝ You're a hard man to get a hold of, guess I'm forced to never let go now that I've got you! ❞

[widowborn-blog]

@reaperborn cont.

Once, the frost in the night air would have sent shivers down her spine and had her seeking woollen layers. Now she barely feels anything beneath her fingertips, when they brush against bare skin. Save for a steady vigilance, she barely feels anything at all.

“I haven’t suffered in years, chérie.” A chuckle dies in her throat as their mark and his entourage enter her sights. She doesn’t spare a glance as she tells Reaper, “We’re up.” Roughing the calculations, she fires three bullets; dropping three omnics before the mark realises his danger.

[omnicmcnk-blog]

reaperborn replied to your post:everyone: oh no mccree got nerfed me: oh no...

but its so satisfying to corner a zenyatta as reinhardt and get an easy kill

[dishonor on you, dishonor on your reinhardt]

[kinkykawaiian]

stray bullet

It was drizzly evening in the city of New York. Under the streetlights, pedestrians in raincoats and umbrellas hurried through the crowded strip; most likely on their way home from work. It was seven P.M. on a Thursday so the road was jammed packed by cars stuck in the midst of traffic.  All in all it seemed like a usual end to a week day of hardwork. Luckily Crime rate has dropped since former Overwatch agents reunited so sweeping the city for any delinquents became less frequent for a now part-time vigilante. 

A petite woman sporting sweats and a orange hoodie with groceries stood by a bus stop waiting for her transportation to arrive. Luckily an elderly woman was kind enough to share her umbrella with the girl as they both waited patiently and exchanged humble silence.

Moments later a man casually approached the two women and withdrew a fire arm from his leather jacket”Now we can do this the easy way or the hardway”he growled. His face remained obscure due to the skee mask he wore but his green eyes were visible and it was obvious he was eyeing the older woman’s pearl necklace and earrings.

“I can’t! These were a gift from my late husband! It’s all I have left of him...”She begged. The woman in the hood dropped her groceries on impulse and reached for her pockets”I’m just getting my wallet!”she warned the assailant who’s attention was shifted onto her. In one swift movement she pulled out her glove and slipped it on; her fingertips and palmed glowed and she aimed at the thug”Do you value your life,asshole?”she sneered. The man chuckled”Oh cute; rave gloves. What are you going to do? Try to give me a seizure?”he mocked. 

She aimed behind him and a blasted a ball of flame towards a nearby alleyway; unsure if she might have hit someone in the process”More like burn you to crisps if you don’t leave us alone”she teased as a cocky grin crept across her face. She then grasped the nose of his hand gun and melted it shut; rendering it useless”Now beat it before I give you the ass-whooping of a life time”she seethed; her golden hues staring dead at his eyes. He was speechless and he stumbled backwards before hightailing it out of sight. 

[chronalsurge-blog]

@reaperborn [ x ]

    The creature-- man? -- appearing from the thick black smoke has her stopping in her tracks, her hands clutching the pulse pistols tightly, her fingers twitching on the triggers. Those shotguns look absolutely lethal, and she has to remember that she has a bloody target on her chest. The light glows a few shades brighter as she braces herself.

     “You’re not getting off scott-free, you bloody codger.” She hisses it, and does a masterful job of hiding her fright. “Put the guns down and come quietly.”

[fawny-trager]

“Huh?”