◉ -- ONLY SLAUGHTER

WIDOWMAKER / AMELIE LACROIX 

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podshot‌.

✘ @wdowskiss // starter call.

2B is beginning to regret her decision to cross the bridge between islands. her sensors alert her to what feels like a nonstop stream of new human signatures, an unknown scattered here and there. 

they all seem to be getting about just fine, for the most part. there are no other android signals within her detection range. the conditions in this environment are notably peaceful. structures are intact and inhabited. there are no hostile machines. these deductions may ease her programming the slightest bit, but they do nothing to stop the creeping dread from returning to her circuits.

2B feels like she shouldn’t be here. she is designed for war. she is out of place.

there is a woman seated outside one of the shops on the row that stands out almost as much as she does, however.

she has a similarly odd discoloration of the skin, but, unlike the man she met in the woods, this woman is clearly identified as a human. her vitals also seem… off when they appear in the android’s information feed. her heartbeat has a drastic arrhythmia to it.

even if 2B were not subject to her programming, she would likely still make the decision to perform a welfare check.

❝ excuse me, ma’am, ❞ she begins, saluting briefly with her left hand to her chest as she approaches the woman’s table. ❝ i am YoRHa number 2 type B. are you… in need of any medical attention? ❞

     Widowmaker had little choice in this place but to resort to finding haunts to call her own, and watching the people of Koi live their lives. Talon was not here to give her orders, and she doubted they ever would be. She was free, technically, but she lived in a body that was yet a prison of their making. She couldn’t feel a thing, couldn’t think on information the way she used to-- without it needed to give her intel to better serve Talon. She may be free spacially, but she was still their slave. So she ordered searing hot black coffee, letting the burn on her tongue give her the smallest sensation of something, she looked on at others that lived their lives in sorrow or merriment. She attempted a facade of living... but she was no longer alive.

     Few people could reconcile the difference between her and a standard human, however, aside from her abnormal appearance. If they weren’t feeling her heartbeat, or watching their vitals, then they wouldn’t know. So when she, searing coffee in hand, was people watching in a fashionable femme fatale goes to brunch-esque outfit, and was interrupted by someone who seemed to know, well that was interesting.

     “As you can see I am physically fine, but thank you for offering.” Gold eyes glimmer, and her grin turned Cheshire. “But tell me how you knew. How could you tell my vitals were off.” What’s wrong with you? She wants to retort, because join the damn club. Widowmaker could read heat signatures with her mask, could read expressions and body language with excruciating attention to detail, could often tell when someone or something was off, but she was abnormal. 

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      She really doesn’t know how she ended up here of all places, an arcade seemed like a waste of her time and reflexes, but wandering aimlessly had a way of providing such a result. She had aim... but aim that was anywhere near useful or applicable her in Koi, away from Talon, was a little less present. So did the sniper decide to duck into Coin-Op. It may not be her scene, but Widomaker could learn about the people whose scene it was. To fit the mold, Widowmaker purchased some currency to play a few video games, and found herself mildly engaged with some of the fighting games, which relied on the need for reflexes, fight knowledge, and pulling off combos. The PC players were becoming stale, so she spent time between each match up gazing around, watching as other patrons attempted their own games with varying levels of success. She’d let someone challenge her, if they so wished, but there is no way someone like her would approach.

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redappleinhand‌.

Her compliment seemed to come with an air of knowing, like she was fully aware that the wallet wasn’t his. Her next statement only confirmed that suspicion; she knew he was a thief, perhaps in the same way he knew there was blood on her hands.

His crepe is finished, and he takes it, the aroma of cinnamon and apple pleasing to his senses. “Yeah…pretty unlikely.” He wasn’t much of a man of words, preferring to work alone, but his curiosity got the better of him. “So, what’s a ‘huntress’ like you doing ordering crepes in broad daylight?”

     “Not just a huntress, ma petite chou, an agent, a spy, but with no agency here to give me my commands, I have nothing better to do.” The nickname carries an air of sarcasm, her final sentence an air of over-dramatic self-pity. It was the truth, but she wasn’t hung up on it. She wasn’t hung up on anything. She didn’t feel. And yes, without Talon, she possessed little need to kill but the thrill of the hunt, should she find a worthy target. She had not yet.

     “ My darling self, at least in the past, quite loved these treats. I do still need to eat on occasion. My question now... whose wallet was that? What kind of life did they lead? Not just on when you saw them, but off the contents too. Paint me a story.” And the french-woman was truly bored too, that was hardly a lie.

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redappleinhand‌.

They’d made eye contact, but Therion didn’t feel particularly threatened knowing he’d been spotted. The wave, however, confused him somewhat. He didn’t know this woman, so why would she wave like they were…friends, or something like that?

…Did he really just witness what he sensed to be a seasoned deathdealer order a crepe? How utterly…non-threatening. He was no stranger to coded messages used in taverns and other such establishments, and as much as he fancied a glass of ale, he didn’t think that was going on here.

He approached the cart, taking out a wallet that he’d “borrowed” from an unlucky passerby sometime before. “…I’ll take an apple cinnamon.” If there was anything illicit going on at this crepe stand, he probably ought to know about it. For future reference. That, and he might learn something from the woman who’d caught his attention.

     Widowmaker had stuck to a traditional ham, egg, and cheese crepe. She had favored the savory ones when she had been Amélie. Not that such a name or memory had any place here. Nodding to the same man who had been watching her, and then cocking her head to nod at a nearby wire table, Widowmaker moved over to sit without waiting for a response. If he was going to watch, going to approach and order a crepe just as she had, then they ought to talk. Her first words to him, after she eloquently cut a piece of the crepe, and chewed it thoughtfully, were “nice wallet.” It was not his, and she could tell.

     “So, a huntress and a thief. How unlikely we should be sharing a meal when we are not on the same team, don’t you think?” Her words, accented with french inflections, were spoken with ease. She was not threatened. If he could tell anything of her, it mattered not. She had not acted in ill intent since arriving, only sought intel.

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redappleinhand‌.

@wdowskiss​

Therion had spent enough time among criminals to know when he was near one, and wow, this woman was giving off something strong. The scent of blood, perhaps. It almost gave him goosebumps.

He’d paused upon crossing her path, not expecting to come into contact with such a strong energy of someone who had done her fair share of killing. Upon regaining his senses, though, he tried his best to keep an inconspicuous yet close eye on her. He hadn’t been in Koi long enough to have a target on his back, but he couldn’t be too sure.

     Lowered emotion, no feelings to hold back her observations or distract her. Heightened senses, she knew her surroundings at any moment, kept awareness most could not. She was being watched. She knew what it felt like, knew the signs, and with the slightest angle of her head, her eyes spotted something interesting. That man, whiteish hair, he was watching her, trying to appear as though he was not, but she could see the angle of his neck, that glint in his eyes. So she stared, met his eyes, she already had the upper hand. For a man who knew not of her crimes, he already seemed to recognize her threat. Then she offered a cheeky wave, as if they were old friends, before turning to the food cart beside her and ordering a crepe, keeping tabs on him from the corner of her eye.

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traineraka‌.

@wdowskiss​

As usual, Pikachu was always causing trouble. Without his knowing, the Pokemon had ventured off, leaving him behind to snoop out people in their new (sort of) atmosphere. With high paws padding quickly, Pikachu finds himself in the path of a rather unusual woman and perks ears. There’s a small noise that’s admitted outwards as if greeting her, but there’s no true ability to share a similar language. Of course, a few seconds afterwards, Red surfaces, quietly. “Sorry, he’s friendly.” 

     She doesn’t feel, she hasn’t been able to in a long time, and this makes her cruelty personified when she is on the hunt... but she did not kill needlessly, only when orders were given. She was a husk of a woman, really, little of her humanity remained, clinging to her bones, suffering under her slowed pulse, her suppressed memories and desires. But she was human. A small yellow creature darted into her vision, and for just a moment she narrows her eyes to discern if it is a threat... it is not. A man trailing after the creature confirms this, informing her of it- his- friendly nature. That small bit of humanity bubbled up. The creature was... cute. 

     “Does he have a name?” She cuts to the chase, her voice isn’t warm, but there in the finest lines of her expression was the slightest indication that she was at ease, even... endeared to the little creature that called out to her earlier.

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Here is Amelie Lacroix / Widowmaker! App is at /app.

Welcome to Koi, Widowmaker!

You have been roomed in Cappuccino Apartments. Our system is unable to locate a suitable roommate, at this time. Widow’s Kiss has been confiscated and Infra-Sight has been limited to a three-mile radius. Your welcome package contains a pair of old, a photo of a happily-married couple with the wife’s face blotted out, and a toy knife set!

✿ Eclipse Mod.

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Countess x village doctor AU 🍷

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I did some huevember speedpaints with Overwatch characters. Not sure if I will have the time to do the whole month, we’ll see..

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tesagone‌.

@wdowskiss liked for a starter

“Aaaaand…. ha!” Iris was wrapped up in a game of ring toss at the boardwalk, having decided that she wanted to win one of the prizes really badly. However, her hand-eye coordination was… not her strongest point, and she let go just a little too early- sending a ring right towards someone walking by. “Uuuh- heads up! Sorry about that!!”

     Widowmaker had been changed a great many ways in her transition from human to... whatever she was now, but most of the more subtle changes were simply enhancements. Her dexterity and reflexes had already been superb, as she had spent years dedicated to training her body to be under perfect control. With the enhancements of Talon, she was simply beyond human in what she could accomplish. 

       A ring thrown with the speed and force of someone likely just human, and clumsily at that, was caught easily in one of Widowmaker’s hands. She nodded to the other woman walking to her side and eyeing up the game she had been playing, and the bottle the ring was meant for. “I am unscathed, so you’ve nothing to apologize for. I might give you a few pointers about aim, however.” She was calm in her speech, and her demeanor not unfriendly. Widowmaker thus lined up the shot in her gaze- a simple task given it’s stationary status- and angled her body, and the ring, such that she might throw it with calculated force at the perfect angle to land the winning shot. “You want to angle yourself such that the ring flies forward as an extension of your arm, with the target in line of that extension.” 

     It was a waste of her time to demonstrate this, but she strangely found herself in no rush. A ballerina turned sniper, she knew all about form and aim, and there was an underlying sense of pride in conveying that to a stranger. She belonged in the shadows now, unfeeling as she was, but was there yet a tinge of glee in this encounter?

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tenshiwhip‌.

@wdowskiss​ liked for a starter

“Your skin…” The stranger in front of her wasn’t a demon, no. The angel would feel it if they would be. She was a normal human being. Artina who also used to be a nurse, couldn’t imagine what someone did to that poor woman, just so her skin would end up like that. Was it maybe torture? Alone the thought of that depressed her quite a bit. Maybe it wasn’t the most sensitive thing to ask, but in order to get to know if there would be a way she could help her out, she had to ask: 

“I don’t mean to pry, but… can I ask what happened to you for it to end up looking like that? It must have been awful…”

     The memory was a painful one, but the expectation was that she would not feel. Repressed and repressed, her emotions ought not be more than foreign concepts to her. Yet there was this flash of pain, this moment of melancholy that washed over her for a moment at the thought of what Talon had put her through... but it was little more than that, gone in the blink of an eye. Talon had been... thorough. 

     Regarding the other woman, Widowmaker looked unphased, indifferent. “I was an experiment, and a successful one at that. I can’t say I remember much of what it was like, so worry not.”

     She wasn’t used to this. Most people who saw her and had the gall to ask had known her before. They had known Amélie. That wasn’t her anymore.

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curefume‌.

“In such a place… I would never make the immediate assumption that the daylight is safer.” The answer she gave was simplified for certain, but it wouldn’t be beneficial to reveal the true reason she strolled the streets at night rather than during the day. Exploring the city exclusively at night would inherently limit the knowledge she could gain about this place… But it was necessary.

“But I do have much more to learn. I simply hoped to understand the night life a bit more.” She was careful with her words, unsure of the other’s intentions — the woman seemed curious, but her demeanor was still chilling. “But you seem well acquainted with this area… What is it that draws you here?”

     Widowmaker knew better than to believe those that appeared unassuming actually were. She was a prime example, in fact, of just how sinister people could be beneath their surface. Yet she bore no ill-will now, only curiosity. Constantly seeking information, entertainment, and purpose, she hardly felt the need to pose a threat until she discerned it was the correct course of action. They seemed to both be playing their cards to their chests, but that didn’t mean they could’t read each others tells with a little more conversation. 

     “Then you are far different from the other habitants of this city.” She didn’t mince words, and spoke matter-of-fact, but there was a gentle haze about her demeanor. She was calm, respectful, calculated. “Many here would remain where they know it is safe, rather than wander about and chance danger. Which is not to say that no one is out and about, but the nightlife is... less concentrated here. Sometimes I like to be alone.” She wouldn’t speak further yet, as her loneliness could be a demon too, but sometimes the noise was simply too much.

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Widowmaker

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lunagony‌.

          @wdowskiss.

She’d spotted her around, the shadowy Not-Her that came out at night. She’d seen the mirror clutched tightly in the shadow’s hands. Was this what this city would throw at Yotsuyu time and time again, then? Facsimiles of herself?

Hah.

How irritating to have to spend so much time setting up to take the thing out in a way that wouldn’t have it try to use the mirror only to have it show back up but a few nights later. Nights, the only time she could safely move about without having to worry about covering up or what would happen if she misstepped one foot too far into the sunlight.

So when she saw someone else lurking around in the shadows in such an out-of-the-way spot, what was she supposed to think?

Apologies, but not really, to whoever just ended up with her gun pointed between their eyes.

“… ah.” Another vampire? “You aren’t it.”

     Lurking in the night had already become her past time, but now the shadows were riddled with other demons, such as what she had become. It seemed only fitting she could now feast on her prey... but it seemed she was more likely to run into others like herself.

     She sought her own shade, but not with the vigor some might have, instead content to watch... as maybe some part of her desired her life as she knew it to dissipate into dust.

     “Most certainly I am not.” Widowmaker’s voice was as calm as her gaze, even with the gun that had been pointed between her eyes. She had not feared death for some time, after all. Not feared, well, anything. And now, with this strange occurrence, she was even less alive than Talon had made her. She was face to... well, gun, with another vampire, and one on the hunt at that.

     “You are looking for one of these shadows, non?” Widowmaker’s lips curved into a smirk, her gold eyes dancing with what fire they could possess. She did so find the tiniest of thrills when it came to a hunt. “You won’t get far searching every shadow. Is there somewhere you can feasibly expect to find it?”