#tornhonored

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Continued || @tornhonored || Assumptions never seemed to work out, did they? Strix was guided by two guards down the hall; Talon didn't trust her and rightfully so. When she had awoken merely a few weeks ago she was told she had killed three of their best soldiers before being put to sleep. She didn't remember anything, only red and the copper scent of blood. The woman ended up reaching the cell alone, her escorts too unnerved to advance passed the halfway point. The growling voice that greeted her didn't seem to alarm or upset her either; rather she simply crossed her arms as she stepped into the cell. "That's no way to treat a guest," she murmured, cocking a brow at him. It was obvious that the girl understood, to an extent, what he was going through. Though she wore dark armour like any of the other Talon agents, the burns along one side of her face and small shrapnel scars were still fresh. In the dim light her face was so badly scarred it could have been considered hideous, and the large white bird on her shoulder was in no better state. His feathers were charred, skin and feathers upon his face stripped to show charred bone. How the thing even lived at all was a shock, empty sockets still seeming to stare into the man. Both knew the pain Talon caused and only found compassion again through one another; that same compassion was to be shown to the man before her. Strix crouched down, arms folding across her lap neatly as she tilted her head ever so slightly. "I'm not here for an examination... That's some other poor fellow's job. No, I requested to see you myself. I..." She fell silent, struggling to find the words to explain what she was feeling but to no avail. She shook her head, glancing off to the side. Nobody was around... No shapes beyond the glass. "We'll get you out of here. Nobody deserves this..." She snorted suddenly, standing once more. Despite her movements, Jareth seemed to be stuck like glue to her shoulder. "I'm too far fucking gone, but they haven't finished with you yet. Maybe you have a chance."

[deathwoken]

@tornhonored   [x] 

“Too old for sharing?”

He responds so easily, feigning hurt at such an accusation. Just like Hanzo to get angry at some harmless fun. If he did not think the elder would be able to catch it, he may not have thrown at his head, with force. Maybe. Whatever-- Genji summ- ons a shit eating grin, rolling his shoulders nonchalantly, settling in a shrug. Those growls and glares thrown his way by Hanzo don't phase him anymore. There's only so often you can get snarled at before it loses its impact. You’re just a grouch.

“You wasted a perfectly good apple, brother. Could've just eaten it.”

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@tornhonored There were many benefits to having his loft directly below the roof of Watchpoint-Gibraltar. One of them being his trained ear. Fritz was armed and out the door before Athena alerted him to an intruder on the roof. The pulse rifle was a sleeker model that the mammoth Morrison dragged around with ease, but it would get the job done. The German was tense, but controlled as he moved silently into position, pausing but a moment before throwing the roof access open and leveling the barrel at- Hanzo. Fritz was locked in place for a heavy second before sagging against the door frame with a curse. "Don't do that. Don't ever do that. I was in Blackwatch too long not to notice shit like people sneaking around on my roof." The rifle was shouldered, an exhausted hand scrubbing down his face. "What are you doing up here? Did you fucking climb?"

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@tornhonored​ | that thing we discussed

     the dog had never seen a wolf before. 

     smelled them, yes. the musky scent of rain and trees still remained in the skin the hunter draped over his chair, where he would sit and hold her when she was small. her memories had soaked among it’s hairs, buried and nuzzled deep with her puppy nose, stitched in with baby teeth and toes. the hunter had noticed how she would stare into the empty eye sockets and invite it to play with her yips- and sometimes he would make it answer. the head would dance around and push at her as the hunter made it, and she’d play and play until she tuckered out and fell asleep on it’s stiff ears. 

     the wolf fur did not move these days. now it remained on the chair where the hunter took his rest, and she would take her new spot on the wooden floor between his feet and the fire. it would only watch, now. still as snow. 

     but what could this creature be, which stands as motionless as the skin does, which smells like bark and earth and pine, other than a wolf? she had never seen something so ghostlike; he did not break from the world but blended into the boughs of the evergreens and the thicket. the fresh autumn snow was his own paws and the tip of his tail, a candle melting, and his eyes were burning flames that were frozen in place. at first, she had jumped at the slightest sound of footfalls to her own four paws. But now she was transfixed. no bark or growl could leave her. unlike a fox, or a badger, or a bear- he did not warrant any fear. 

     he just stood. the world around them was silent and ever calm and she waited for him to do, or say, or scream, something. 

[hellwrcith]

Ѡ it was for mccree. he has made a mistake. feel free to do him the favor and kill him.

[ TO HANZO 10.45.18]: I’m assuming you have the wrong number.[ TO HANZO 10.45.34]: I’m also assuming you really don’t want to know who you just sent this to.

There was a pause of consideration for the poor guy on the other end before he’s flipping through his phone.

[ TO HANZO 10.47.14]: < SHARE CONTACT: JESSE MCCREE >[ TO HANZO 10.47.25]: There. Now let’s both pretend this never happened.

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@tornhonored Eddie smiles and pulls him into a tight hug. "And thank you!" she chirps happily.

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