#verse;overwatch

[seabiscuit]

@amadaans / from here

Tahno's temper is pushed down when he is pulled closer, and the scent of Baptiste pollutes his senses ;

The taller of the two always declared that he dazzled like a diamond, but even his magnificence had to be dug up deep, and mined from the dark, dank earth. Tahno Takamasa was clean lines and styled clothes, while a secret earthquake threatened to tremble and tear apart his world. And here, Baptise swore, chest to chest, to stay beside the hot headed man every time Tahno turned and hissed and clawed and clambered from clear-cut jealousy.

So it's a heated sigh and a snap of his teeth, Tahno nearly nipping that nose, " No. Those are all stupid. " he insists ( and hopefully by now Baptiste knew Tahno never meant such insults in an intimate manner ).

" You should hate me. "

[anarchyreign-a]

🔪 c;

     After feeling the shooting pain within her side, Rayan instinctively grabbed at the arm that did so. Long years of CQC training as a child and a Talon Merc would prove useful today, especially. Little surprise when she saw Reaper on the other side of the assault– Something about his lack of conviction always seemed off to her. But regardless as soon as her hand gripped his forearm, the metallic grip not only locked but began to pound on his forearm. Like a Guillotine the piston within the palm of her hand crushed, ripping and tearing whatever skeleton and flesh he had, satisfying CRUNCHING and then LIMPING of his disfigured and mangled hand betwixt her infinite grip only fueled her rage.

     She knew he’d cower, turn to smoke, whatever that was, but at least she could RIP HIS ARM ASUNDER before he could react. Her other arm in one swift moment would then pound the joint at his shoulder, goring out the bone and flesh. Hitting as hard as she possibly could, and then some the satisfying contact like a high velocity NAVAL CANON, the KA-CHINK and then hissing of her arm’s piston as it made broke through his form, sending the arm clear off of it’s socket, Rayan had successfully ripped the stabbing arm into three separate pieces within one combative maneuver. Too bad it didn’t matter but, she’d be fucked if she’d let some zombie try her. The blows would’ve been deadly to anyone else.

[anarchyreign-a]

@slipstreamoxton

That voice. That... HIGHLY annoying voice. She knew that immense over-enthusiasm anywhere. Absolutely had to be Tracer. And without a doubt, there she was, foiling an easy job, again. Rayan had her hand resting on a panel of a computer terminal next to a building, and under no circumstance could EVER take it off for a short expanse of time. 

She was jamming the signal between comms that Overwatch had with the policing agents of the area. Her prosthetic arms were pretty nifty, allowing her to do things that she could never do on a regular basis by any stretch. Especially hacking.

Hopefully the agent would just... Go away! Maybe if Rayan ignored her. She just needed enough time to ensure data was stolen.

[anarchyreign-a]

Possible names for Rayan’s weapons in overwatch

Fistin’ Pistons Super Sexy Fists of Fury Muda, Muda! Overcrushers Smash and Grab Just a few LOL

[anarchyreign-a]

@viigilante

Rayan sat on a rock a few miles outside of town, just outside of a bar. She’d been getting prepped and ready for a little while fer her next oncoming mission. There was an Omnic VIP en route through her domain, much to her distaste overwatch may or may not be close behind.

Enjoying the sun, she’d pull out a cigar, dragging her right finger across her thumb, having her thumb ignite like a lighter. Cybernetics were awesome, she hardly missed her organic arms at all. Regardless she’d take a few mouthfuls of smoke before turning her attention to a rather imposing figure.

The Talon mercenaries eyes met the other’s cold expression. Er.. Why was the cowboy so grumpy? Cocking her head a bit she’d enquire. “..Hey, cowboy. Mind movin’ along? I know I’m pretty but you’re just staring.”