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[chronal-anomaly]

@caledoniasashes asked:

❝ what do you want me to say? yippee? ❞ || Cowboys ( accepting! )

"Think it would be an interesting sight." Lena snorted, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Ashe was refreshing, compared to some of the others unfortunate enough to recognize her in public. Her paper trail was extensive, cartoons and posters and action figures all toting her name, her tag line. In early days, it was fascinating, a whirlwind of a lifestyle to a woman just beyond a child and yet so far from it. It stained her history, carried with her even today with the whispers of Tracer following her as she moved through life.

The sarcasm was welcome.

"Could see you jumping for joy, meetin' the great hero Tracer and all." Lena snorted, sticking out her had to the crass woman. "Nevermind all tha', I'm Lena."

[biolightflower]

"Useful? I already have been!"

Niran joked as he leaned up against a nearby chair, being the usual smartass he was in this kind of situation. After all, he was the one trying to save technology he created from the wrong hands.

"Make yourself useful for once."

[moribundr]

you're making me nervous.

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temper flaring, ❛ answer the question. ❜ a deep growl slipped through gritted teeth hidden underneath the mask. shoulders untensed, leaning back to give the woman room to breathe.. ❛ an associate of mine contacted you and I would like to know why. don't make this difficult and don't make me repeat myself again. ❜

[hanaasung]

She sticks her tongue out at Ashe. "Pooty!"

"You'd better watch what you say." Her eyes narrowed, a frown forming over her lips. "You might regret it."

[vastiitas]

whoever comes, whoever it is: i'll kill them. i'll kill them all.

the smell of diesel pumps the air rotten, engine bellowing a kick and buck tantrum beneath them. their pick-up truck tires spew dust-clouds of beaten rock and chipped-up gravel as every dip in the road sends their stolen getaway ride undulating. jesse is jostled in its rear, elbows smacking into bedliner walls as they careen on an abrupt turn. He digs his fingers against the open rim of the truck bed, right hand fingers locking tight on gunmetal. his voice is near lost beneath the uproar, beaten hoarse by the strain.

"Ain't fixin'-" he stops, ducking, as a bullet screams past the hull. bite-sized death-dealers swallowed by blue-sky void and sand-blasted desert. jesse grunts, has to find his voice again as his lungs rattle, "Ain't fixin' t'kill nothin' if we're too busy fuckin' dead, Ashe."

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Wowee

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Independent Roleplay for Ashe -Overwatch- Written by Amy. Mun is 21+

[firelegsandfriendsreborn]

He follows her lead and does the same. "Yeah, I'm ready." He took out his gun, a carbine , high capacity, high powered rifle similar to an M4 he prepared to enter the place with her.

"Trust?" He asked as he pulled a mask out to put on at the marked building for the robbery. "I've been doing this for years, maybe not as long as you Ashe but I got this."

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[hanaasung]

"1 v 1 me, bitch."

[themultiverseheroines]

"Oh come now. It'll be a lot of fun. We're all going to be there to have some fun together. We'll tell stories, eat, and play some games," said Lena who was hoping the other will join them and not be on her own drinking.

"I promise we can even make some drinks so you'd have what you're looking for," said Lena who wants to try getting her to join them.

@caledoniasashes

Open Thanksgiving Fandom RP (to all fandoms)

"Awesome work, love. I'm glad we got this mission done quickly. It means we can now go back home and get things ready for our Thanksgiving dinner party," said Lena Oxton aka Tracer as she flew the vehicle back to headquarters.

"I hope you'll be ready for it. Winston makes the best pies and knows how to cook the turkey to be absolutely delicious," said Tracer towards your muse as she got excited with eating the food with her girlfriend, Emily.

[multi-muse-transect]

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“Well I wouldn’t be messing with you if you weren’t messing with the set!” Lucas replied ready for another brawl. Soon Ash’s men managed to deal with the paparazzi and fangirls as they surround Lucas. Lucas blinked for a moment knowing this is something else…

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“I’m telling you to leave the cast and crew alone!” Lucas spat back at her while more ninja paparazzi arrive. Not even Bob can do much against the stampede as he tries to throw them off much to his annoyance. Lucas merely smirked at Ash…

“And also…I’m not Lucas Lee!” The real one appears behind Ash.

“That’s my stunt double! You can thank Hollywood magic!”

[blue-eyed-banshee]

The gilnenan may have been caught slightly off guard by someone being here, but here she was. She thought back to when the Worgen curse first hit Gilneas. How eventually she thought her father perished and she closed herself off at her family orchard.

"I came here through a portal." She began to explain before a woman walked into view.

Lorna aimed towards the other woman's head with her finger gingerly laying on the trigger. Her brow furrowed in a mix of emotions; confusion, slight anger and just too many to bear.

To be honest, she wasn't expecting another woman of such stature and that voice....

"I'm not from here as you can see. But perhaps we can be of use to one another. What is it you are after?" A strand of black hair fell in front of one of her hazel eyes, but she paid it no mind.

The more she glanced upon the other woman, she was able to note some similarities to herself.

"Let us put the guns down and talk this out, yes?"

A woman appeared in a location that unknown to her, she had comfortable clothes on that comprised of black breeches, boots and a black blouse along with a thin jacket.

She had come from a portal that appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Her blunderbuss in hand, she slowly made her way to one of seemingly abandoned buildings only to find this was fitted with furniture and anything else to give indication she was trespassing on someone's home.

It had been a long day for Ashe, dealing with the ins and outs of the Deadlock gangs activities, she was relieved to finally have a moment to herself. As she leaned back against the counter of her kitchen, a drink residing in her hand, she found her brows furrowing. Someone was here. Her eyes darted off the the living room, where the entrance of the house was fitted. "I'll give you to the count of three to give me a good enough reason for me not to blast you back out the door you came in." Her words hissed from under her breath as she brough the drink to her lips before setting it down without much thought. Taking a step forward, her expression growing darker, she raised her voice. "One..."

[multi-muse-transect]

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“Well, the amount of chrome inside me, I think I’m special.” V responded blinking as she drank some of her spunky monkey. She’s genuinely surprised that she hasn’t gone cyber psycho yet.

"You think you're pretty special, don't you?"

[multi-muse-transect]

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“Let’s party then….” Lucas smirked and puts on his shades. He gives a nod at the crew while noticing an army of paparazzi coming towards him. It’s his cue now to cause some mayhem as he gets on his skateboard.

Hey bitch! How about you and your thugs leave the crew alone?-Lucas Lee

Ashe turned her attention to the male with narrow eyes, her rifle tightly held in her hands as she turned to face him. "Bitch? Really?" Rolling her eyes at the hurled insult, she looked up from under her hat. "You'd think someone could think of a better insult than that before confronting me?" "I mean sure, you tried but-." She started off with a chuckle. "Try harder."

[multi-muse-transect]

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“Aand where are those rivals?” Panam asked raising an eyebrow. Walking behind her is a certain Japanese American wearing a black and red netrunner suit with Exo jacks and an Arasaka ballistic vest.

“Also don’t mind her. She wears that to make people shoot at her.”

So what’s the job?-Panam Palmer

Ashe glanced in the direction of the unfamiliar woman, almost letting out a chuckle as she rested her rifle on her own shoulder, glancing from side to side. "Just stay alive." She stated, shrugging her shoulders lightly before looking to the other woman. "There's a lot of people out there who want me dead. Rivals." She shrugged again, almost unphased by the situation.