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widowskxss replied to your post: Oops. Nicked himself.
“Tch. Foolish thing, come here.” Silly boy, getting himself hurt.
He scrunches his face up after feeling the initial sting, dammit, why couldn’t springs just stay in place, and NOT nick him?
He hears her chiding tone and huffs, leaning his cheek up for her to see. It didn’t feel too bad, but he couldn’t really tell.
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&& She is typing... typing.. typing. The medic continues typing up her field notes. Angela sought much enjoyment from updating the records for her own personal benefit. A deep BREATH as she finishes her work for the day and begins to send the files to print.
When a sudden breeze catches her off guard, her spine shivers. For she was the only one in the building, it was much past anyone’s working hours. But she was a WORKAHOLIC and didn’t deem rushing home a necessity. The air con was working fine, but this was a different feeling, an uneasy feeling.
And so she continues her task, but more cautiously. Angela walks over to the printer and keeps a close eye around her. The doctor would let out a short, barely audible laugh. How silly of her to believe she was being watched. but then a noise took her by shock and all she could manage to speak out was -
“Who’s there!?”
It was more than likely Lena coming to collect her shoes she’d forgotten but with the THREATS they’d received recently, one could never be too sure && so she acts defensively. One hand reaches down for her pistol but does not withdraw it - just in case.
[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .
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[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye . A tear would slip down her cheek unnoticed, for her eyes are affixed upon the other. Anger and tension is growing on her features after she begs and pleads. Her once golden hair, now a darker blonde as the rain continues to pour on the scene. To any passer by, she wouldn’t have looked like herself – the poised, elegant and petite medic she was known to be. She was a mess.
Angela takes another small step forward, closing most of the space between her and the woman she would still call Amelie. Her hand reaches up to cusp the slender female’s chin, and in – perhaps a slightly too aggressive manner, she forces her eyes to look back at her.
“Listen to me!” She begs, sounding completely beside herself.
“You’re still in there! I know you are!” Her voice rising in volume, desperation seeping through.
“Gerard wouldn’t have wanted this. Just– Just think about him!” Maybe a reminder of her husband might help matters.
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It’s sudden, they’re in a small fight, Junkrats bending over atop a building, listening as he glances about, firing bombs and ducking out of the way of fire.
He hears the familiar clink of a Grappling hook behind him. But he doesn’t even anticipate the drive by smack.
It startles him and he almost stumbles off the building but catches himself. A second later there’s the familiar sound of a rifle shifting to a sniper, and he glances seeing Widowmaker on a balcony about three or four buildings away, glancing at him and smiling before firing, and there’s a sudden scream that dies off.
She always gets her mark.... even him. He’d have to prank her back later.
Even if people thought she was emotionless, she turned out to be quite the prankster. He’s already devising his scheme as he works to rid the area of the enemies.
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Her head spun, heartbeat pounding in her ears, breathing loud and ragged as the soldier fell to one knee, using her particle cannon to support herself. She needed a moment to breathe, a moment to reorient herself to her surroundings. Zarya gave a small chuckle, getting to her feet again. She was pushing herself a bit far here but she couldn't stop yet. She wouldn't die here.
Bracing herself, the cannon was fired yet again, gravity taking out a part of the building just across from her. The intended target, a well known politician, was long gone to safety by this point. Tired as she was, Zarya was relieved to know this at least. She would remain behind, determined to make sure the target wasn't pursued by Talon.
- — ”And where do you think you’re going..?” Either she was on her way to a mission or she was sneaking about in the middle of night for some sort of mischief, Reaper would fold his arms over his chest, waiting for a response.
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