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[jxsticiero]

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{{does he imagine (if that's a good word for it) them giving him advice when he's in tough situations? when he goes into battle for some reason, can he hear them cheering him on?}}

//It’s more like forced footnotes. Like you recognize the word but you are suddenly dragged to the reference. Say he is going through hell, but it was a worry that he believed that he had before. he is just dragged back to what was told to him before. If he is about to fight, he sometimes remembers a fight where he had a partner. He doesn’t make up a lot of it, it is just his mind seeing a match and repeating it.

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She looks reminiscent of Atlas; shoulders broad enough to prop up the sky. But Reaper only curls his lip behind the pale face of his mask, unimpressed and undaunted. He’s taken down larger, stronger, tougher and he’ll do it again if he has to.

        “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

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            「  ➤ | 」 hana smiled   &&  listened with closed                                      lids,  in complete  and  total  relaxation.                                    she softly giggled && nodded her head,                                ‘   mhm  !  it takes a lot of teamwork  and                                      dedication to win  ,  so i believe ,  with                                      the right people, anything can happen;                                     whether its winning a round at a game                                     or ,  even ,  blooming a friendship    !!   ‘                                     she  admitted   and  gasped happily  ,                                      before twirling her index finger  in  the                                      russians pink downy hair  ---  making                                      sure to  not  create  any  knots  in  the                                      process. ‘ zarya ..! have you ever felt                                     the same way about  something ...   ? ‘

[archangelreyes]

@barrierup

“So... I take it that you’re here due to aching? Or are you here for more casual reasons?

[saltygrumpdad]

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It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, destroy some omnics, get out. No property damage, no innocent deaths, no one gets hurt except the omnics.

There was one omnic left. It seemed to have just stumbled in at the very last moment. Zarya had already told the others to leave; when she noticed the omnic, she thought it would be a piece of cake to take care of it on her own, since she had defeated many others without help.

She was left in shambles once she was done, deep cuts and bullet holes piercing her whole body. With the last available strength that she had left inside after the long fight and the last omnic, she threw the Graviton Surge and lasered him down. With her long track of blood through the building, she curled up into a ball and wondered if this was how her life would end.

At least her friends were safe.

    Heavy footsteps echoed off the surrounding buildings. 76 ran through the battlefield, expertly maneuvering past debris and fallen omnics. His gun weighed heavy in his hands, held at the ready. If there was an enemy they missed, he would gun it down. It wouldn't be long before the scum stalking these areas would soon swoop in to loot any valuable pieces from the fallen. Picking the place clean as efficiently like starving vultures descending upon a corpse. They would need to be dealt with eventually; preferably before they got to any sort of weapons.

                                        He had other priorities now.

    Zarya was still out there, and unless there was proof that she had died in the line of duty he refused to leave her behind. 76 slowed down his pace after entering the building where they had fought the last of the omnics, knowing that heedlessly running from corridor to corridor would likely lead him further from the Russian rather than bring him closer.

    A few more steps in, a corner turned, and there was the blood trail. It was a sight he had grown accustomed to, something that normally would not invoke much emotion in him anymore beside a righteous fury. (He could not afford to let feelings of sadness or sympathy get the upper hand over him. He refused to allow his mind to be clouded by that when he needed to be focused on the mission a hand.) It was the knowledge of who he would find at the end of it that did evoke a sense of dread.

    Rushing through the halls he soon found her laying on the ground. 76 knelt beside the curled up body, watching for the rise and fall of her chest, no matter how shallow it might be. All while taking stock of the injuries littering her body. Moving her would be one hell of a task.

    “Say something.” His gruff voice was low, almost as gentle as the hand that shook her shoulder.

[mercifulresurrection-archive]

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*tucks you in the bed* go to sleep child

...mmm

okayyyy

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     Blue eyes couldn’t help but to look at the muscles that the woman had, they were clear as day when she placed the weight down. Though those eyes soon made their way back to her eyes, a smile coming to the angel’s lips. “Alexandra. Hm.” She hums, placing a gloved finger over her mouth, thinking on the name. “It’s a nice name.” She says before holding out her hand. “You would be correct.” The smile seems to grow hearing the fluent language. “A pleasure to meet you as well.”

[forowa]

              “Tell me, Miss Zaryanova. Do you trust me?”

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@barrierup

“'Anachronistic fashion sense.’ What the hell's that spose to mean?”

It was all over the local news - that shoot-up at the ramen shop. Not that he cared or anything, usually when stuff like this happened they said some bad stuff about him, put the blame on his name and went about their business as usual. There was a little less of that this time around, and a little more mockery. They were really starting to get personal these days. What was a man to do when his sense of style was mocked? McCree thought he looked pretty good. Probably a little dirty, but that’s what happens when you’re on the road all the time; and honestly, catching a ride atop a hypertrain doesn’t keep bugs out your teeth.  

He folded the newspaper and put most his weight into the wall, it helped ease his pain some. That scuffle hadn’t left him completely unscathed, so the open patch of cloth told at the outer side of his left thigh. Tore through his chaps and everything. Didn’t those fools know these things weren’t cheap? Sometimes he considered investing in some more practical armor, but he rather liked his leather chaps. They allowed some maneuverability he felt more mechanical apparatus’ might limit; not to mention, he just liked them. Ditching them now for some higher tech didn’t seem his style anyway, and if McCree was anything, he was a stubborn man set in his ways of the west. He didn’t give a damn who thought they were ‘anachronistic.’ For all he cared, those people could shove it. He looked damn good.

At least the bullet passed through, or so he thought. He’d done what he could to close the thing up, but he was no Angel. It’d hurt for a few days, probably bruise up and look a little nasty, but it’d be right as rain in no time. For now, he fetched a cigar from somewhere inside his chest-plate and nestled the thing between his lips. A second later and his hands were patting his pockets, only to find no light on his person. “Dammit,” the man growled, eyes squinting as he considered an alternate method, only to dismiss it as it’d only attract attention of the authorities. With his presence still fresh in everyone’s minds, he figured that’d be a bad idea. McCree wasn’t exactly a welcomed faced, even if he did plenty good. That’s not the way the public saw him.

[jxsticiero]

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{{do you have to always break my heart like this}}

//they just helped him do so much. so when he gets lost with them, he just relives it so much. He even remembers them so much that he can imagine them helping him in every way.

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No.

No, no, no no nonono! He was out of here! Bursting out of the front doors, Junkrat fled in the nearest possible direction. He didn’t mean to break her gun. He just wanted to see what it could do. See if he could get it to make that little black hole of her’s explode and take people down with it, rather than grouping them all up together.

But she caught him. Nor was she really happy about her gun being broken. Junkrat knew when to flee. Came with being a worldwide criminal. Knowing when things got too bad. That was a good survival instinct of his. And now was one of those moments. The pink haired, overly powerful woman was definitely going to crush him. That is...

...If she caught him.

[drxpthebeat]

@barrierup

Traveling the world brought new experiences everywhere Lucio went. One of the biggest shocks to date came when he awoke one morning to find something like rain, but whiter, colder, and much more alarming. The disk jockey had gone outside for a morning skate, only to immediately head back in in a panic.

��Hey, Zarya! Zarya! You’ll never guess what’s happening out there! This is an emergency, man!”

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Roadhog stared more than he should of at the Russian. A soft ‘heh’ could be heard echoing from his mask. She looked pretty strong, but was she Roadhog strong? Assuming a wide-legged stance, the hog flexed his arms. A challenged was issued!

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[saltygrumpdad]

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                     Zarya was the only one who looked like she could                             hold her own out there on the field out of this entire                             band of misfits that had signed on.

    No previous affiliation with Overwatch. Strong, capable, willing to make change happen. Jack’s visor dimmed, gaze turning to Zarya. She looked capable. No doubt that her athletic training before the war helped ensure that. In short: she was impressive. Someone that this failure of a recall operation could use. Whether she was here– with them– by choice or not, he couldn’t begin to guess. Didn’t much matter to him either way. She was here as a soldier. And that meant she would fight.

Yet for all that he knew about her, there was more that he didn't. The older soldier strode over to Zarya, taking position next to her.

            “This your first war?”

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She was nursing a bruised jaw still, a heating pack on it because of doctor’s orders. She looked up and laughed roughly. “Ah... thank you for the right hook, earlier” she drawls, taking the heating pad off and tossing it onto her bed to looking up at the other.

They were both safer on opposite sides of cell walls.