Rust And Metal (ap.)

dirty metal ind. overwatch original character. selective & private. by tepid. read rules and pages before interacting

[omnicmcnk-blog]

❝I have heard of how unstable Dorado had grown with time. How unfortunate, this city is incredibly  beautiful❞.

   There hasn’t been a simple detail Zenyatta had not liked about Dorado. The architecture was mesmerizing, something different than the cities he had been more exposed to. The colorful decorations left a mark deep in his mind, nothing he had ever experienced could relate to the lights and the piñatas he had found on the small fountain plaza he cruised not too long. The people had treated him in mixed reactions, yet he could not put blame on those who had refused to aid.      What had brought this other omnic to this city? From what he had heard, omnics were not fully welcome in Dorado. What had this omnic had done to attempt make a good statement in favor of the other omnics that could visit in a future? 

❝Perhaps you could show me where to begin to share what the Iris had taught me. There is much human and omnic could learn to live in peace with one another❞.

[tarnishiitics-blog]

❝ Dorado has always been this way. I suppose it has gotten worst though. I haven’t noticed though. I’m used to the cruel punishment Omnics are given in the city. I’ve grown accustomed to it really. ❞

There was a sad tone in Linyatta’s voice. It was terrible that she had to get used to the beatings, she knew how messed up it was. But that was her life. She glanced around and heard murmurs. Bad murmurs. It seemed the Los Muertos were coming their way. The young Omnic looked to the other, gesturing him to follow. The Los Muertos weren’t people to be enlightened, any attempt would be suicide and Linyatta knew this well.

❝ Zenyatta follow me. The local gangs have found us and they’re not people we should try and talk to. It’s best we lay low for the time being. I know a place where we could stay temporarily and discuss a way to try and talk to the people of Dorado. ❞

She hastily floated off, heading towards a mechanics shop nearby. She opened the door which made a small ding and went inside, sitting on a metal worktable. A man with white hair and cybernetics under his eye was idly working away on what seemed to be a drone and didn’t seem to pay no mind to Linyatta.

❝ There is a large gathering to be had at Dorado park. Most civilians will be there and when there’s civilians, usually Los Muertos keeps their distance. You could try to preach about the Iris during that time. However the gathering isn’t for a while. ❞

[tarnishiitics-blog]

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[ucljat]

“That, won’t do you any good, if you cannot fight, you cannot defend yourself.”

It was rude, but it was the truth, what could she do? Lie to the young Omnic?

“It might be a sound idea for when you are within crowds, but all it will take is one group of bad apples to destroy you. I have seen boys beat Omnics with metal bats.

Stay close to those you call friends, do not wander off.”

[tarnishiitics-blog]

❝ That is true. I cannot defend myself. However I have adapted. If I am in a pickle I am able to emit a bright light from my chest that will temporarily stun and blind my attackers so I can escape. It is something Quincy installed for me so I can have some chance of survival. ❞

❝ I’m also able to conjure lights that have healing effects. Quincy told me it was sort of like Vishkar’s light technology but... Different. He said I can make it heal allies or... Make enemies feel under the weather. ❞

She reached a hand up to her forehead and the lowest dot started to glow softly. Almost as if she plucked it, a small ball of yellow lightly hovered in her hand. The light source made anyone in it’s vicinity feel more powerful, more healthier.

❝ I was built to help. ❞

[tarnishiitics-blog]

@xlacroix

The Omnic hasn’t even been made for a couple days and already people were trying to take her out. She huddled under debris to shield herself from anyone who wanted to cause her harm. She thought she would be safe, she could flee at nightfall. But then light started to floor into her color sensors, she looked up and saw the silhouette of a man. Sparks of panic flew through her circuits as she curled up more.

❝ Please do not hurt me. I was not made to hurt you. Please... I don’t want to hurt anyone. ❞

[veuve-lilac]

“That gang with phosphorescent  skulls ? Pffff… They would not last 10 minutes Talon was here. We cause too much damage.”

Widowmaker looked around, searching for some sign of the enemy, but as not found, kept walking. She even smiled at the question.

“Poetry , mon ami , is composed of various phrases structured in a hamonious way. You can feel the beauty , the aesthetic and the feelings in each phrase. There are a lot of subjects for poetry , including friendship, grief , love …  It’s somehting like this.”

The assassin concentrated a bit, trying to remember some verses she had heard before. She remembered a short poem, but it served as a good example.

“You came as a ray of light Made my life cheerful and bright Showering your affection over me So that my face is full of glee Taking away my complete loneliness And giving me back all the happiness With a Midas touch of your care To keep me away from despair I’ll never leave you midway And tales of our bond people will say”

[tarnishiitics-blog]

Linyatta nodded quietly. Talon. The terrorist organization that caused fear in the hearts of human and Omnic alike. But if she really did work with those villains, why is she so nice and polite? It was such a stark contrast to what the widow is known for being. Heartless, cruel, and dangerous. But at this moment she seemed no more than a nice tourist in Dorado. Not that she was complaining of course.

❝ Ah so... Poetry is like... It’s sorta like music? Except in a more elegant air? I think I understand but my multi-processors are trying to make sense of the word. So I apologize. ❞

The poem the Widow recited, it sounded so pretty. So beautiful. Perhaps she should ask Quincy about poetry later. As she continued approaching the capitol she glanced around once more. How odd, Los Muertos should show up by now. Had something happened on the other side of town? Most of the Omnics did hang out on the other side of the capitol. She decided to not question it and keep going. If the Los Muertos wasn’t around it means it was safe for her to explore the capitol. She rarely gets that chance.

❝ It’s much quieter here than it usually is. I wonder what is occupying the Los Muertos’s time. ❞

[omnic-cannonball-blog]

Cannonball placed a hand on Linyatta’s shoulder…well shoulders. Cannonball’s hands are very large, “It is very sad they still do not see us as equals…And frustrating and…” They heaved a mechanical sigh, the sound of air rushing from the exhaust “spikes” on their back more noticeable in that moment.

“I think it is…the human generations. The old still hold resentment, but I have seen the young with better dispositions. Some still take the hate of their elders but…” The lights that mad either “eyes” shifted to look a more happy expression. “Change is still coming. I know I may not always seem it with how much distrust I have but…I do have hope I can stay together long enough to see humans and omnics being peaceful to one another.”

They looked around and hummed after their little speech. “I too would like to know what it would be like to be here for a festival. It sounds like it would be very pleasant.”

[tarnishiitics-blog]

Linyatta gave a small nod of acknowledgement. She did notice it was the older folks who seemed to be more distrusting and hateful towards Omnics. And for good reason. They were the generation that grew up during the war, who lived in fear of Omnics destroying their homes, family, friends. Of course they’d be distrusting. They don’t know their intentions, even if Omnics genuinely changed. But the younger people. They’re growing up during the generation where Omnics are showing peace. And not war. So they have no reason to hate Omnic

The smaller Omnic looked around and let out a similar hum. The festival was always pretty. She wished she could participate. She looked up at Cannonball quietly. Did he believe change was really happening? She tried her bets to believe, but sometimes it was too hard.

❝ I try to stay hopeful that one day we’ll walk alongside humans as equals. But I suppose right now is too early. But if we do live long enough to see harmony between human and machine, perhaps we two can participate in festivals. ❞

[veuve-lilac]

“Oh thanks God. Unfortunatelly, that place is dangerous for Omnics now. I advise you not to go there, conflicts are very violent.”

The woman put her cold hand in the throat, feeling a little sick. Not being in missions, she had nothing against omnics. The widow would rather not have to hurt those who were kind to her, being humans, omnics os other beings.

“I’m looking for a poetry book to my partner. He’s a sad and lonely man, perhaps reeding some verses of poetry  it touches his heart and makes him feel a little better.”

[tarnishiitics-blog]

She paused for a moment, looking back at the Widow and floating back. Of course the capitol was always dangerous, that’s where most Los Muertos hangs out. But she always tend to ignore that part. What’s the use of constantly worrying instead of taking risks?

❝ Ah. I realize. Los Muertos hangs out at the capitol a lot of times. But I manage to evade them whenever I go there to visit. Living as long as I do in the most anti-omnic place in the country, you learn how to save your own skin. ❞

She replied softly, glancing down slightly. She perked up upon hearing about the poetry. What is poetry?

❝ What is poetry, ma’am? ❞

[jamiefuccs-deactivated20160927]

Light was all he saw before he couldn’t see anything for quite awhile. Hissing, the junker rubbed at his eyes, cursing the omnic that did this to him. He shook his head with an annoyed grunt, trying to get his eyes to adjust again. Once they did, the omnic was gone and Junkrat was left dazed, merely staring in the direction where she could have gone.

Snarling, he went where she could have gone. There had to be a building ro something nearby that she was hiding in. He had to be caareful though, because she could attack at any moment. The omnic could easily jump down and slit his throat wide open.

Finally, he was greeted with what looked like a workshop of some kind. He couldn’t see what was inside, but it was one of the few places nearby.

And there was only one way to draw her out.

A large tire, covered in spikes, was taken off of Junkrat’s back and placed on the ground. His hand gripped onto a chain and there was a roar as the engire revved up.

❛ Fire in the hole! ❜

[tarnishiitics-blog]

Quincy, the owner of the mechanics shop slowly stood up, what the hell was that? He looked out his window and saw the disheveled man and a tired. He was completely silent for a moment and glanced at Linyatta under his desk, who begged him not to out her. Oh, this guy is trying to kill her.

...

Oh god this guy is trying to kill her.

Quincy panicked a bit and stared at the junker. What can he do, what can he do...

❝ The hell you doing outside my work shop? ❞

He did the one thing he knew how to do, yell and draw attention to himself. He grabbed a nearby wrench, in case things got messier than they should. He can’t let the guy come inside or else he’ll find out Linyatta. He will do anything in his power to keep her safe, and if that means going head to head with some Australia dude with a tire, then he’ll go head to head with some Australian dude with a tire. He stood at the doorway, making himself known to the other.

❝ It’s incredibly late outside, what are you even doing? You’re going to wake everybody up. ❞

[omnic-cannonball-blog]

“It’s fine, really, I’m good at telling when I really need repairs.” This was actually true. They just lacked the trust to find an actual mechanic. And the social skills. Even if they did they’d rather have said person be able to travel with them too but they don’t want to be the cause of someone giving up all they have just to follow an omnic who beats people up.

They followed her, and while they looked relaxed they were very much ready to throw someone if needed. They pretty much always were. When they reached the park they looked around. it was nice, looked well kept. “I can see why you’d like this spot.”

[tarnishiitics-blog]

If Linyatta could smile she would, but the pleasant illuminating glow of her head spots was enough to allude to her sense of happiness. The park was always so beautiful at night, which is why she always walked down there. Though sometimes her walks are cut short by oncoming gang members who happen to see her. Luckily after that ordeal Cannonball had, no Los Muertos were in sight. It was the most peaceful the park’s ever been since she settled with Quincy all those years ago.

❝ The park is pleasant during the festival. I can see it from my window usually. The lights. The pinyattas. The fireworks. It’s sad that the festival is for the end of the war so... Omnics aren’t exactly accepted during that time. Moreso than usual. ❞

Linyatta let out a small sigh, her big wish that she would talk about all the time would to participate in a festival, not the end of war one per se, but just any festival. Experience the music, the lights, the activities. But because of the strong anti-Omnic feelings people held, she can never do that.

[jamiefuccs-deactivated20160927]

❛ Oh, boo hoo! What, you want me to feel bad for ya’? Nice try, sheila, but it’s not gonna work. ❜

Already, he was preparing a bomb to attach to the omnic. His hand was slinking down his back and resting on one of his own special inventions. Something he had learned from a friend. 

A corrosive bomb. Strong enough to eat through metal.

❛ Listen here, I will give you ten seconds to run as fast as your lil’ feet can carry you. I want this to be fun, ❜ A shrug, ❛ ‘Course, you don’t have to run and I can just end it here and now. That does make it easier. ❜

He smiled, though his smile was twisted, ❛ Your choice. ❜

[tarnishiitics-blog]

Well that sure isn’t gonna work, the Omnic panicked. What could she do- what could she do. Then she had an idea. Gosh, she’s gonna be feeling bad about this for the next few days. She let out a small sigh and looked the junker straight in the eye.

❝ I am very sorry about this. ❞

The hexagonal piece of her chest plate glowed slightly. And in an instant a bright flash of light that would blind and disorient a person flickered. The moment the light flash however, Linyatta took off. She ran as fast as floating could carry her. Quincy’s workshop was nearby, she could seek refuge and let the mechanic deal with this one.

The Omnic girl dove into the mechanic’s shop and hoped to god the junker didn’t follow her. Quincy on the other hand, was confused to all hell as to why Linyatta was hiding under his work bench like she was.

[veuve-lilac]

“Oh, salut petit. You don’t need to be afraid, I’m not in any mission at the moment. Have I  seen you somewhere? in King’s Row perhaps?”

The woman was dressed in regular clothes this time. Shee seemed to be looking for some place, since it had an address written on a paper in her hands.

“Do you know this place ? I need to pick up a book in the bookstore, but do not know how to get there.”

[tarnishiitics-blog]

Linyatta relaxed slightly. Well, she wasn’t in immediately danger at least. But with how the woman responded, she was positive she was some kind of criminal. No matter that, she was nice at least. The young Omnic shook her head.

❝ I’m sorry miss. I have not been to King’s Row before, though I wish I could of. It’s such a lovely place there, or so I’ve heard. ❞

Her voice was very soft for a robot, pleasant to the ear. She peered at the address and thought for a moment. Yes, yes she did know where the bookstore was, she could show the Widow and sufficiently help her.

❝ Actually yes miss, I do know how, please follow me. ❞

She started floating off towards the direction of the Dorado Capitol bookstore, she has passed it many times on her walks.

[ucljat]

There would be a smile as her hand is removed from the Ommic’s shoulder. Hands returning to her helmet as she brought back onto place upon her head. Taking a moment to secure it as the systems returned to activity.

“Do not let the bullies hold you down, but remember, violence only breeds more violence.”

[tarnishiitics-blog]

❝ I was never a fan of violence. Quincy has told me I’m physically incapable of fighting, that all my code has to offer was assistance and help, that and my mechanics don’t exactly allow for heavy fighting at all. He described me as... A metal twig. ❞

She had no idea what the mechanic meant by that, but for some reason she took small pride in it, it only proved she couldn’t fight and that she was safe to be around and she would like people to feel safe when interacting with the small omnic.

[jamiefuccs-deactivated20160927]

❛ Right, right! ❜

It was a lie. A lie a lie a lie. This thing was guilty. Guilty as hell. He wouldn’t let her get away with something like existing. She didn’t deserve it. Even he was above Omnic scum like her.

❛ It doesn’t matter! You’re still worth blowin’ up! ❜

[tarnishiitics-blog]

❝ I deal with enough punishment for being here, the Los Muertos use me as their punching bag- I-I’m just a punching bag- they wouldn’t er- they wouldn’t be happy if someone blew up their one punching bag. ❞

Could a robot’s voice shake? If it could her’s would be right now. Lifeless eyes showed life fuel of fear and anxiety, she didn’t want to die. She wanted to live in harmony. If only Quincy was here, he’d help her. This man- this deranged Australian man- he was very intent on killing her, wasn’t he? She had to find a way to spare herself. Show him that she truly wanted nothing more than to co-exist not fight.

She wanted to feel human and if this doesn’t alienate her more, than she didn’t know what to do.

❝ Please- Just give me a chance to show you more intent. I just want to live in peace. I never want to fight. I can do anything, I can heal you or provide you with immense power. Just please- spare me. ❞

[starstiarnas-deactivated2018061]

Star hardly knew what to make of this bot. She looked them up and down as if trying to find any ulterior motive, gently taking back a handkerchief that had fallen out of her belt kit.

“Yes. Thank-you.” 

She continued to eye them, for the most part she didn’t mind omnics, but she was still uncomfortable around them, given their history. 

“Should you be….here? At all?”

Primarily, she asked out of curiosity. The fact there was any bot walking around during the night here was astounding. Sarah could hardly tell if it was ignorance or stupidity that inspired them. She was going to find out, she was determined. 

[tarnishiitics-blog]

❝ Not at all, but Dorado at night is very pretty I go out anyways. The lights and quietness are very soothing and I appreciate the atmosphere the moon provides. Though I do often get into trouble with the local gangs. That doesn’t stop me from coming back to appreciate the environment. ❞

Linyatta knew how dangerous it was to go out at night. But frankly she found it even more dangerous to come out at day. She didn’t hate being confined in the small mechanic’s shop where she stayed, but she found Dorado such a beautiful place and she loved walking around under moonlight. Again and again however she would be found by Los Muertos and beaten to the ground. Though she always forces herself to limp, sometimes crawl back to the shop to be repaired. Rarely does she ever come back to the shop unharmed.

Her hands dropped down in front of her, clasping together quietly.

❝ I’m sorry if that seemed so sudden, I just like helping out people whenever I can. ❞

The young Omnic had no hint of malice in the soft reverb of her voice.

[tarnishiitics-blog]

@jamiefuccs

❝ I told you already- I had nothing to do with the Omnic Crisis. My Omnium made me here in the heart of Dorado- I had nothing to do with anything, I hid with the Shambali. ❞

An unruly man, he found her on one of her walks in Dorado and immediately she had a bad feeling. He started accusing her of all the things she never did during the crisis, and honestly, she never felt so scared in her life. The gangs would just find her and beat her up. But this man, he’s trying to make her own up to all the actions Omnics did collectively, actions she never participated in.

[tarnishiitics-blog]

@starwillsteal

❝ I’m sorry, does this belong to you? ❞

The young Omnic spoke softly as she held up an item the other dropped, despite the obvious risk of helping a human in Dorado, she couldn’t help it. It was in her code. Shortly after the crisis, when she was made. She was initially made with a helpful programming to help people. However she managed to avoid the Omniums who wanted to use her as a soldier, avoided having her program corrupt and violent. So now here she was. Standing before a lady, hoping they won’t attack her like everyone else in Dorado would.

[tarnishiitics-blog]

@veuve-lilac

❝ Ah... Miss? ❞

The young omnic was hesitant, hasn’t she heard of this woman before? Blue skin- purple jumpsuit. She was... She was a criminal, wasn’t she? Though deep inside her, an old programming beckoned her to ask the other what was wrong. A helpful program, something remaining untarnished by the Omnic Crisis.  

❝ Are... Are you okay? ❞