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@veuvelle
{ AAAA I’m so so sorry I’ve been super absent on here, and I’m sorry regarding any threads that have sort of been put on hold!! I should resume picking things back up sometime within the next few days/this weekend, with a full plotter call for Widow ready to go as well as any responses I’ve owed! }
veuvelle:
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« Mon dieu, for the last time. My name is Widowmaker not WINDOWmaker. I do not make windows. »
“Does that mean that you go around and murder people’s husbands rather than create windows, then…?”
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« Bonjour, my name is Widowmaker. I killed my husband, prepare to die. »
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« Mon dieu, for the last time. My name is Widowmaker not WINDOWmaker. I do not make windows. »
Best friends!
𝓌𝑒𝒷𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 --〈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓎 〉
@shadowcollectiv
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« Tiens tiens, seems you’ve crawled into the spider’s web again, Sombra. » The widow was dry with her, in her usual tone. Taking the beacon kit in her hands and pulling out the silver pistol from inside, Widowmaker slings her bb-gun over her body with what appears to be a make-shift strap, as it would have no use here, at least for now. Yellow eyes observe the gun as she takes it into her hands, black nails following its shape and structure. Follow the indication of the radar and she begins to walk as the light points them in the direction of the first beacon. « This is merely target practice. » But for a moment she pauses, and extends the gun towards Sombra instead.
« But perhaps you are the one who needs the practice, cher– maybe Katya wouldn’t have escaped if you had. »
“What do you call two spiders who’ve just gotten married?”
…
“Newly-webs!”
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An audible groan. « … Please stop talking. »
‘ 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈. ‘
@liethim:
Continuation of this --
perhaps it was impossible for such a thing to be true, that anyone could arrive here with all of their debts paid, their dues in order and their regrets wiped clean from the slate. of course, they were plucked from their respective worlds akin to fruit from the garden, selected almost seemingly at random… tying those loose ends would prove difficult, at least, from such a way away. wherever they were, however far, t’was not a likely chance that sewing up these torn threads would be any easy feat. still, loki offered her a smile, as if all was well. as if she spoke only the truth within this ocean of falsity.
“ you are only too right. “ he toasts to her health, but does not drink. “ and i suppose it is the same for you — nothing to regret, wherever you came from? such a blissful thing, that feeling of freedom. freedom from your errors, from your half-finished goals. “ he truly doubted she was the sole survivor in that sense, that she somehow escaped the concept of leaving things half-fulfilled. it seemed almost alien, almost utterly impossible. but then, was this not a realm of such? he was curious, quite seriously so, for her manner was intriguing enough. that cold, emotionless expression, down to the very lack of personal reveal she allowed. a marble statue, quite a conversation partner really.
yes, even despite her very few words either way.
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The widow raises her glass in the toast, her long legs folding one over the other as he speaks. She hovers the glass over her lips, languidly swirling the glass of sparkling wine in her grasp. She mirror’s the man’s body language when he does not take a sip from his glass. She is still observant nonetheless, but the interaction is not awkward by any means. Naturally, the French woman has a taste for good wine, but there was something nostalgic about this one, the Petras sparkling wine sitting to the side of their table. She kept a chilled bottle of it at home, it came as much of a surprise to find it here. The thought, enough to bring a subtle light into her eyes and the trace of a faint smile, but no more than this. The woman hears his question, but he was still a foreigner. Even here, Amélie still preferred to keep her profile low. « I think many would prefer to have some kind of closure, tying the knot or burning the frayed ends so they do not splinter any further. You seem to speak of such freedoms so brightly. »
Amélie moves the wine to her lips now, words slipping past the blue-tones of her lips, eyes meeting his again. « Surely you must know everyone is not given that chance, non? I would even go as far to say that some have had that freedom robbed from them. »
‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’
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« … Sure, I’ll play your little game. I’ll make it easy for you, in fact. I don’t regret killing Mondatta. Peace was never in the scopes for Talon. It was never a bargaining matter and anyone who underestimated it paid a great price. Secondly, I always loved Gerard, and I always will. »
@pilotinblue liked for a starter!
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« Perhaps the next time you try to hit on a woman, don’t underestimate her. I’m... flattered, but I’m far too old for you, petit garçon. »
@umpneun has liked for a mini!
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« Quite a good shot, for someone so young. »
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« … Are you as lucid as you appear? I’ve met some... matured women in my time who keep kicking, or so the saying goes. Your disposition seems to speak for you. »
@dragonbecome liked for a mini!
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« That blade. Could it be... The Shimada’s brother? »
@amourfleurissant:
Of course, it wasn’t so much the staring he felt but the sudden familiar pull of one of his own— not another nation, but one of his people. The blondes attention was quickly grabbed, stopping in his tracks. Where did he feel that coming from…?
Somewhere near— he looks up suddenly, eyes widening slightly. Certainly with the mass amount of people here, there was bound to be someone from his land. Most seemed to have their own versions of it, it… was the same, but yet not. Now, this person. Certainly they were from the same place…! She had a flag and all…! A smile crosses his face, calling out as loud as he could, “Mademoiselle! – Bonne Fete Nationale!”
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« Ah, bonjour! » Ah, so he’d noticed her. Foolish of her to think otherwise, she was often an observer, less of the observed. And responded to her in French, at that! Quel surprise. Widowmaker’s eyes flickered with light. Her stoic expression greets him with a rare sight: a smile. She waves her flag at him again, chuckling. « Bon fête, monsieur! I was not expecting anyone here from France. A little... bittersweet, non? I almost miss the noise from the streets. »
you're a spider right. bite me.
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« How gauche of you. Get out. »
thyme — have you ever done something brave?
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«Hmm. Perhaps the bravest thing I ever did was agree to enroll in ballet from a young age. I was a bit… headstrong, is the word! When I got older, I auditioned for the leading roles in Swan Lake… My instructor couldn’t decide whether to place me in Odette or Odile, it was one of my favorite ballets when I was learning to dance. Et alors, I ended up with Odette. Sometimes I would have to sub for Odile when we didn’t have one. »
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