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Venice part 2 (closed rp)

Widowmaker's job was not done in Venice. She was here on two missions and the second was about to begin. She was ordered to infiltrate an opera and strike down an italian general that specialized in omnic defense. She was given a ticket and a false identity for the event and since it was indoors, she was to do without her treasured widow's kiss. She would only have a small pistol and a venom mine. Widowmaker had served in greater odds and was unafraid, confident that she would also complete this mission. Widowmaker disguised her purple skin with simple makeup. She was still pale but now her color was unquestionable. She wore brown contacts and pinmed her hair up elegantly. She wore an expensive long sleeved red dress that flowed down to the floor. She brought a black purse as well. She hid her pistol and venom mine beneath her dress incase the guards checked her purse but planned to transfer them to her purse later. The driver from yesterday took her to the event and as expected, her purse was checked at the entrance. With a quick trip to the restroom the mine and pistol were now safely tucked away in her purse. She avoided small talk with the other guests but accepted a glass of champagne. This was to be the pre show event, a simple dance with a few talks scheduled. Neither which she cared about. Her target was not yet in sight so she would have to patiently bide her time until she could make her next move. @warscourge

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Continued from here: x - @warscourge

        Widowmaker allowed herself to get too comfortable. 

        She shouldn’t have allowed herself the opportunity to rest easy when she was hiding on the rooftop, but she also wasn’t expecting an ambush to come at her so suddenly. Despite the fact that she was growing agitated at the mere fact that he had already disarmed her, she was impressed with his timing. Had he been watching her? He caught her right at the moment when she was getting ready to position herself elsewhere, so there was no way he just happened to catch her at a ‘good time.’

        How annoying.

        As soon as he kicked Widow’s Kiss further away from her, she would scoff at him, primarily for treating her beloved gun in such a forceful manner. She likely would have taken the situation in her favor if it wasn’t for the fact that he seemed prepared for her. He was ready for her, and so prepared to a point that she knew this wasn’t just a random encounter. This was planned.

        Upon hearing his reasoning for catching her prisoner, she arches an eyebrow at him as her eyes would narrow in mild curiosity at him. All he was doing this for was to get some answers? What sort of soldier was only here for an interrogation session on the rooftop in the city? No matter who he was, he had an interesting way of going about his business.

        Her head tilts backwards as her hands slowly drop to her sides, as if to let him know that she had no intention of fighting back… at least, not yet. She just had to be careful with her moves, especially when he appeared to be more than just a simple vigilante.

        “Oh? What questions do you have for little ol’ me?” Her tone is amused, almost mocking despite the current situation. “I doubt I’ll have the answers you seek, mon cher. But go ahead and ask away.”

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@warscourge Legit Widow76. -drops mic-

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ooc; this is a surprise to me after the games we had– 

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warscourge replied to your post:      What have I created. I think I just dug us a...

I got the shovel!

     “Put that shit down. I’m not going, you can’t make me.”

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warscourge hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: JESSE DON'T TAKE A BULLET FOR MERCY SHE'S A DAMN...

Good to see you still got your heart of gold son

“Not sure if I got a heart of gold, pardner. I jus’ try to do the right thing.”

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〈 reply @warscourge​ continued from here. 〉

Tonight was another bad night.

It wasn't surprising that they had one of their best guns turned on her after Amélie had attacked one of her guards. He wasn't dead, but they'd likely make her cut down her nails after this. Sometimes, the nightmares triggered something within her and the only way that she knew to react was violently. The woman couldn't even remember what the nightmare was about, but clearly it hadn't been pleasant. There was still a wild look in her amber eyes, hair disheveled as she narrowed her glower on Jack.

Of course she remembered him; all of the missions they'd been on, the times spent together at the Swiss base on the shooting range, the time he'd taken a bullet for her. He was a fool for it. Perhaps if she had died then, everything that she'd done up until the present wouldn't have happened. Illogical as that line of thought was, it was clear that the woman was not in a sound state of mind. It wasn't as though she had reverted back to Widowmaker, but there certainly wasn't any trace of Amélie’s familiar softness left in her. There was something animalistic about her, as if she'd been brought down to her base instincts.

(Later, she would belittle herself for being so weak, for allowing her fears to cloud her mind and judgment.)

“Help?” Amélie laughed, though it was hollow and devoid of any mirth. “Why don't you pull the trigger, Jack?” She asked, speaking his name bitterly, like a curse. “We both know I deserve it, don't we? It's only a matter of time before your team does it, anyways.” Realistically, once she ran out of information to give them, what did they plan on doing with her? Letting her go free? Putting her back on the battlefield? Neither option seemed likely. Until the day that her stay here was over, they planned to lure her into a false sense of security. It only made sense.