À la vie, à la mort

RP blog for Widowmaker from the Overwatch universe. Please feel free to drop me an ask or come conspire with me. Mun is 18+

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Closed RP with @widxwskiss

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@soldier—-76

He sighed and rolled his eyes behind his visor as he then looked back at her, a serious tone in his voice.

“No… Not that. I was going to ask since we are going to be cellmates..” He let out a sigh. “.. That we can sort of, watch out for each other since there have to be worse people than us in here.”

“Hmm,” she contemplated his words. He was probably right. Two trained killers in one cell, who knew who else the UN had locked up in their high tech jail. 

“Perhaps, but how will I know if you’ll watch my back?” 

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“Because even though you tried to kill me, you are the only person i can probably trust in this complex.” He said, being straightforward.

He then looked around once more around the cell then back to Widow and he extended his hand for a handshake. “Truce?”

[widxwskiss-blog]

Widowmaker stared at his hand with an unsure look in her eye before finally extending her hand to shake his. 

“Truce, but do not try to betray me. It won’t be pretty.” 

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Alive At All Costs

[widxwskiss-blog]

@captainrasmot

“Hm? oooooh nooooo, see i just have a high metabolism and my Hispanic gene pool just makes me shove thousands of calories into my face~” He rolled his eyes before shaking his own head at how snippy that sarcasm was. “It’s not the suit itself that burns this much food in one go. It’s the combination of the suit, whatever combat stims this dumb ass decides to pump me with-”

Tom taps the side of his head and the A.I just huffed in his brain. “That is lord king senor wise medicine man, dumb ass to you!”

“Shut up Pallas.” Was Tom’s response. “But it’s also the fact that i’m not 100% human anymore. Oh i still technically count. But my gene code’s been so fucked with and manipulated that i doubt i’d classify as a “normal” human being.” He grunted and opened up the Commando bar as he started the JSDF Ration components. “So it’s a lot more than simply the suit. But the suit does a hell of a lot. Especially if portions of the damn thing socket into cybernetic ports that are grafted onto your skeleton.” Tom took a bite of the Commando bar and nodded for a moment. “And yes, that means my skeleton has been reinforced to take more brutal punishment.”

He glanced at Widowmaker and closed his eyes with a sigh. Grabbing one of the handguns he cocked the slide back and pressed the remote to loosen the field strength on the hand bindings she wore. It wasn’t enough to let her fully free of them but enough so that she could do a bit more than twiddle her thumbs. However he made sure she realized she was being treated humanely for the moment, tapping the remote against the gun. Right now he wasn’t sure what she’d do. Of course she would try to unclip herself from the seat, but he could always wrestle her back down. She was formidable and would provide a large struggle, but he fairly well augmented. An advantage she probably knew about, but she probably can’t take the full extent into the equation. Tom leaned back and kept he finger pressed against the trigger guard, proper gun handling procedure.

“Now as to why i’m going about and checking off my bucket list. As you said. I am a walking nuke.” He gestured to the suit. “I am probably one of the few things keeping that from going critical. It’s probably the reason why the others are not being touched by the U.S government for the moment.” Taking another bite of the Commando bar he made an explosion gesture with his hands. “Not to say they don’t want us. Oh they do. But they want us to come in quiet like … y’know? like we want to be all buddy buddy. That way they can start prying this tech apart.” He jerked a thumb at the suit. “That thing. In the wrong hands. Could probably level entire cities. Not just from the Nuclear devastation. No, the sheer and raw power alone could cause massive damage. And yeah, you will probably argue that i ruined some people’s lives today. Better that no one was caught IN the cross fire than bring them into a fight they know they can’t win.” Tom grunted. “And you want Talon to have that power? essentially the power to make the closest thing to gods that we know of? Yeah. I wonder who’s priorities are truly in order.”

Tom let that sink in as he checked the self heating JSDF ration packages. This was the thought that terrified him ever since he found his one way away from the hands of the U.S Government. The idea of them being able to make more of him. More children being grabbed while they were at school or day care, or even in the middle of the night. All of those children enduring his torture and worse. If Talon had this tech it would almost be like a living nightmare for those children. Day after day they would be subjugated to not only mind altering drugs but literal brainwashing. They would make sure those children would become walking death. Soldiers with only one cause and one purpose alone. To murder endlessly and ceaselessly. It would no longer be terrorism. It would be a one sided war with an extinction agenda. They would usurp all governments and enable themselves as supreme leaders. It would be the Nazi regime all over again.

“Nice.” Tom smiled as he watched the steam puff away from the JSDF ration and opened up the other packet. “One thing you can count on from the Japanese. They sure as hell know their way around rice.” He poured the other packet over the rice before glancing her way. “Yeah i suppose the director would have some sort of failsafe. He never really used it though. His thought was that the A.I would just boot out our consciousness and just assert dominance. And he could control us that way.” Tom shrugged a little. “I had a different thought in mind.”

Widowmaker frowned. His explanation of his suit made her wonder what sort of hell he’s been through to become who he is today. She imagined all the experimentation and procedures he must have endured to get all of his enhancements. She even wondered how his mind was never broken. He would probably laugh at what the weak Amélie had experienced, how she broke so easily. The ache tried to remind her it wasn’t that simple, but Widowmaker didn’t care. Sometimes she thought of Amélie as another person entirely. The field strength on her bindings were reduced, and she gave a tentative glance to her rifle on it’s rack. She’d be shot before she even got close, so instead, she used the freedom to massage her aching legs, just below the knee where her prosthetics began. After a moment, she unwrapped the Commando Bar he had thrown at her earlier, taking a small bite. She usually had the tendency to forget to eat, or simply not care. On bad days Talon would force feed her enough nutrients to keep her healthy. She decided she might as well, no point in going hungry, at this rate Tom would eat all the rations. “I do not care what Talon wants. I destroy their enemies and carry out their tasks. That is what they want of me, and there’s no point in fighting them.” It was in the way she said it, so matter-of-factly that made it seem so natural. Once upon a time she had tried to disobey them, and she quickly learned the disobedience meant making life more difficult, and far more painful that she cared to admit. Widowmaker found it easier to simply follow orders. “So you travel the world with an A.I. that annoys you, and makes it seem like you’re having a very one sided conversation with yourself. But why didn’t it assert dominance over your mind?”

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Alive At All Costs

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@captainrasmot

“Oh, what? They didn’t tell you any of that either?” Tom grinned but shook his head and it quickly faded away. “They didn’t tell you jack shit did they? All they did was give you a picture and a name and said “hunt” and you did what any loyal mutt would do. By the way, that’s why i’m keeping the cuffs on for now.” He pointed to the binding around her wrists. “Behave, and maybe act a little civilized and i might decide to loosen those. But if you’re going to keep acting like a bitch, i will treat you like a bitch. And i do mean that literally.”

There as a chuckle in the back of his head. “Duuuuuude, high five~ Sick burn broski~”

“Shut up Pallas.” Tom muttered under his breath before returning his attention to Widowmaker. “Let me fill you in, where your masters with the leash will not.” He pressed two fingers, hard, against the side of his head. “Inside my skull, attached to my brain is a small super-computer. Pretty much the size of an egg or a little bigger. Inside that is one of several Titan War A.I, essentially the Americano Paranoia solution to hackers and electronic warfare. A.I that were meant to scour the nets for any intruders and wipe them out before they do any harm to any American computer networks and so on.” He leaned back. “And so you know, you were told an incorrect name. My name is Tom. Tom Neumann. Sometimes called by the name of the A.I inside of my head. Pallas. Project Titan. As you wanted to call me. Is the secret project that was developed to make myself, and 11 others for a total of twelve.”

He let that sink in as he continued eating his Rations. Even he was appalled at that idea himself. The fact that there were at least 11 others who had the same suits as him and almost the same capabilities. If anything she was lucky. He didn’t have any other special powers. Like telekinesis, or cryokinesis or pyrokinesis, or even the ability to nearly level buildings. Course he couldn’t help but feel jealous at that fact. They all had the cool abilities and here he was stuck being the more “normal” one. Not that it wasn’t hell on it’s own. Tom smiled to himself as he pulled out some Russian spetznaz crackers and took a deep whiff. The shortening was simply divine. He took one of the crackers out and scooped just a bit of the left overs from the spaghetti out and ate it with a slight grin. He’d be having a field day if he was on his own. But alas. Here was tall dark, purple and french.

He ate another cracker before continuing. “Project Titan is meant to be the combination of man and machine. Blending genetic enhancements with cybernetic augmentations and a suit that is meant to increase the performance of the wearer. In essence, the ultimate soldier. The suit itself is built like any modern military tank, but also fast and maneuverable. And yes i doubt the United Nations would hate the fact i exist. But right now the U.S government hates that fact even more. Because you haven’t kept up with events, here’s what happened.” Tom took a swig of his drink before popping open the other commando bar. “A while back, one of my “comrades” took over. Using the power of Cyberkinesis … that’s the psychic ability to manipulate machines by the way, he took over everyone else and their A.I and made them do what he wanted. I was the only one he didn’t take control because me and Pallas don’t exactly bond.”

“Yeah but not exactly, i think you mean to say that you are a little shit.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Shut up Pallas.” He shook his head and continued. “In either case, he decided to burn the facility down while he and the others broke out and made their way to Las Vegas. And when they got there they tore the place a GIANT new one. So i had to go in and stop everyone and put down the one taking control. After that everyone split up. Most of them went to what WAS their homes and stayed there in their own sorrow.” Tom pointed to himself. “I figured i might as well cross off items on my bucket list and travel the world. After all i am walking in a small Fusion bomb, so why the hell not? Well the NSA, FBI, CIA, and so on don’t like that. Cause they want their secret little weapon kept under wraps.” Tom shrugged a little. “Don’t know why the director of the project hasn’t given them the means to shut my suit down but … maybe there is no true off switch. Or he just doesn’t care anymore. We are his deluded and grand idea of “true human evolution” after all. He probably wants us to make babies. Fuck if i know.”

Widowmaker sat back, staring at her bindings. She did not snap back for being called a bitch, or simply glare. She let the all the info he had provided sink in. After a few minutes, she gave a shrug.

"Perhaps I should count my blessings that you put down the Cyberkinetic one, otherwise I'm sure Talon would have wanted him too." Someone that could control machines. It was... well unheard of, but in her life time, her heart beat so slowly her skin turned blue, she met an obnoxious child who could flit through portions of time, a man who could degenerate and regenerate his own cells, and a talking gorrila. That was only to name a few. Widowmaker liked to think she'd have a headache by now if she could feel one coming.

"So, you are a walking nuke, with tons of tech and highly trained in combat, and you choose to... to fulfill a bucket list? As for your former director... I doubt that any sane man would create something like you and eleven others without some sort of failsafe... after all, as I said, you are a walking nuke."

Her eyes narrowed, watching him continue to stuff his face with more rations. "That suit makes you burn a lot of calories, hmm?" Widowmaker had read plenty of results from soldier enhancement programs. Successful subjects typically showed that they burned far more calories during a fight due to their enhanced speads and strength, they often needed means to replenish. This led to high calorie rations made for the soldiers. While the rations aboard the ship were certainly not meant for those soldiers, they were something. Though she had no idea how Tom's suit functioned. Or the AI implanted in his head.

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Closed RP with @widxwskiss

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@soldier----76

He sighed and rolled his eyes behind his visor as he then looked back at her, a serious tone in his voice.

“No… Not that. I was going to ask since we are going to be cellmates..” He let out a sigh. “.. That we can sort of, watch out for each other since there have to be worse people than us in here.”

“Hmm,” she contemplated his words. He was probably right. Two trained killers in one cell, who knew who else the UN had locked up in their high tech jail. 

“Perhaps, but how will I know if you’ll watch my back?” 

[highnoondeadeye-moved-blog]

“Hey now, no need to be all mean. It’s not like I asked for those bounties.”

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“Oh but a raid on a hyper train is quite a reason for bounty.” 

Widowmaker had the slightest hint of a smirk. She knew full well that Talon was behind the raid, but that’s not what officials knew, and that’s how it was going to remain. 

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“I ain’t raid that hypertrain.” He huffed, practically pouting “And how bout you? Didn’t you shoot Mondotta?”

[widxwskiss-blog]

Widowmaker raised a brow at his pout, a look of amusement passing briefly over her features. “Word has let out that I have. Perhaps it was my finest kill, but it was simply an order.”

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“Pretty cruel if you ask me. He ain’t never done nothing to no one.” He huffed, crossing his arms

[widxwskiss-blog]

“It’s not my job to ask, I simply pull the trigger.” Widowmaker gave a nonchalant shrug. 

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Questions for the Mun

☯ Is there a muse you've always wanted to play?

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

♥ What's your favorite ship with your muse?

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

♢ What's an AU that you think just won't work with your muse?

♔ What's your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

☼ What's an FC that you're dying to use? Why?

☀ What's an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

☁ What's an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

☹ What's a character that you refuse to play with? Why?

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn't?

☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?

♨ What's a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn't?

❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What's one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

✆ Other than RPing, what's a hobby of yours?

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

▼ Do you keep your character in character even if they are one of the worst people in the world?

▽ Why did you create this muse?

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[highnoondeadeye-moved-blog]

“Hey now, no need to be all mean. It’s not like I asked for those bounties.”

[widxwskiss-blog]

“Oh but a raid on a hyper train is quite a reason for bounty.” 

Widowmaker had the slightest hint of a smirk. She knew full well that Talon was behind the raid, but that’s not what officials knew, and that’s how it was going to remain. 

[highnoondeadeye-moved-blog]

“I ain’t raid that hypertrain.” He huffed, practically pouting “And how bout you? Didn’t you shoot Mondotta?”

[widxwskiss-blog]

Widowmaker raised a brow at his pout, a look of amusement passing briefly over her features. “Word has let out that I have. Perhaps it was my finest kill, but it was simply an order.”

[highnoondeadeye-moved-blog]

“Hey now, no need to be all mean. It’s not like I asked for those bounties.”

[widxwskiss-blog]

“Oh but a raid on a hyper train is quite a reason for bounty.” 

Widowmaker had the slightest hint of a smirk. She knew full well that Talon was behind the raid, but that’s not what officials knew, and that’s how it was going to remain. 

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@widxwskiss “N-now hold on, no need to get trigger happy.”

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Widowmaker’s eyes narrowed. She watched him closely. She knew all she had to about his infamous aim.

“You are one to talk, Cowboy. Don’t try anything funny.”

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“Lookie here, sweetheart, my gun ain’t even outa my holster. So why don’t you put your gun down and we’ll talk all civil like?” McCree put his hands him, eyes trained on her

[widxwskiss-blog]

“Why should I trust you? And why would you trust me to act civil?” 

Despite his attempts, she stood her ground. Talking civilly was not how she worked. She had not been assigned to kill the gunslinger, yet she had learned a lot from the files Talon had on some of the ex Overwatch members. She had called his location in before coming face to face with him. She simply waited to hear the order that wasn’t going to come in. 

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“Look lady, I don’t wanna get shot, you don’t wanna get shot, so let’s call it even.”

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Hesitantly, she lowered the gun, part of her wondered why she wasn’t hearing back from HQ. Her finger remained hovered over the trigger, ready to shoot in a heart beat. 

“For a man who doesn’t want to be shot, you have plenty of bounties on your head.” 

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Closed RP with @widxwskiss

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@soldier—-76

“I highly doubt that, Spider-Woman since you couldn’t even get the job done WITH weapons.” He crosses his arms and glares at her.

He then looked around the cell again as he knew that this would be no easy task as he was sharing a cell with the assassin who tried to kill him.

Widowmaker narrowed her eyes, she was clearly not amused. 

“I did not have a clear shot thanks to the U.N. agents. I don’t particularly like missing, or killing someone I haven’t been ordered to.” 

[widxwskiss-blog]

Widowmaker scoffed, and continued to look around the cell and out into the jail for any sort of weak spots. She didn’t have her visor, but she had a trained eye. Unfortunately, the cell was the same grade as Talon’s. If she could get out of here, she’d have a better chance. 

“My file never mentioned, why do you choose the tacky jacket and codename?”

[widxwskiss-blog]

“The files never said. Call it curiosity.” she gave a shrug. 

She turned towards 76 when he looked at her. Despite the cold expression,and her icy blue skin, she looked very much like she had years ago when Gerard Lacroix worked with Overwatch. She had little memory from then. Most of Amelie’s memories had been repressed to help with the trauma when Talon molded her to become Widowmaker. 

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Soldier started to stare at her, he started to recognise her. She seemed awfully familiar but didn’t know where…

He shook his head, snapping out of it as he walked to his bed and sat down with a sigh. “Anyway… Seeing how we may be in here a while, I have something to ask you despite our past..”

[widxwskiss-blog]

“If it compromises Talon, I will not answer.” 

A dark brow raised, wondering what he could possibly ask his would be assassin. 

[highnoondeadeye-moved-blog]

@widxwskiss “N-now hold on, no need to get trigger happy.”

[widxwskiss-blog]

Widowmaker’s eyes narrowed. She watched him closely. She knew all she had to about his infamous aim.

“You are one to talk, Cowboy. Don’t try anything funny.”

[highnoondeadeye-moved-blog]

“Lookie here, sweetheart, my gun ain’t even outa my holster. So why don’t you put your gun down and we’ll talk all civil like?” McCree put his hands him, eyes trained on her

[widxwskiss-blog]

“Why should I trust you? And why would you trust me to act civil?” 

Despite his attempts, she stood her ground. Talking civilly was not how she worked. She had not been assigned to kill the gunslinger, yet she had learned a lot from the files Talon had on some of the ex Overwatch members. She had called his location in before coming face to face with him. She simply waited to hear the order that wasn’t going to come in.