Divorced by happenstance, that is.
He sits back in the chair near his desk.
“ On rest? You think some little shot will stop me from killing? Hah! “
Divorced by happenstance, that is.
He sits back in the chair near his desk.
“ On rest? You think some little shot will stop me from killing? Hah! “
Yeah, tastes like shit, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
His arms cross as she leaves the room. He certainly hopes she isn’t poisoning him or something. Well, it probably wouldn’t work anyway…
Huffffffffffff
Moira watches and smirks a little.
"Good boy. Now we wait a little. I will be back with the second dose later. A stronger one."
He will see her next week.
Luckily, even with the body phasing in and out of existence, it didn't fuck up his internal organ function. So as long as he gets the liquid down, it'd be fine.
He grabs the flask, takes a breath, and then puts bottle to mouth.
Yeah, tastes like shit, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
His arms cross as she leaves the room. He certainly hopes she isn’t poisoning him or something. Well, it probably wouldn’t work anyway…
Huffffffffffff
Luckily, even with the body phasing in and out of existence, it didn't fuck up his internal organ function. So as long as he gets the liquid down, it'd be fine.
He grabs the flask, takes a breath, and then puts bottle to mouth.
She gestured to the amber liquid on the table. This wouldnt fully fix him, but he should have more control.
He looks back at his weapon.
" After all, I've dropped the parts here half a dozen times because of it. "
Luckily, even with the body phasing in and out of existence, it didn't fuck up his internal organ function. So as long as he gets the liquid down, it'd be fine.
He grabs the flask, takes a breath, and then puts bottle to mouth.
" What do you want? "
Tossing his shotguns on the floor, he takes his mask off and removes his hood. Coming down from the high of the mission.
Reaper is going to come back from his mission to find Moira in his dorm. Waiting presumably for him. She isnt there just to irritate him either.
" What do you want? "
Tossing his shotguns on the floor, he takes his mask off and removes his hood. Coming down from the high of the mission.
He scowls, under his mask of course, and looks away from her.
" I don't want you to kill them. I want you to find them, so 𝐼 can kill them. As slowly as possible. " ---
You say this is for revenge correct? But why? Because they killed you or something, I wasn’t paying too much attention to that part. But being a ghost is nice! I have a ghost friend if my own and she doesn’t seem bothered by being killed”
-she didn’t seem to quite get his frustrations-
He scowls, under his mask of course, and looks away from her.
" I don't want you to kill them. I want you to find them, so 𝐼 can kill them. As slowly as possible. " ---
In front of him lies his desk, with his disassembled shotgun on top of it. Of course, his hobby is playing with his killing machines.
He turns around though, looking at the doctor.
" And what is it? A shot? A drink? Because if it's the former, good luck---
"The main running theory for the pain is your body destroying and reforming itself so quickly.
This /should/ slow that process down and give you more control over when your body phases in and—
He wasn’t expecting her to come in the same day. Surprising.
“ Come in. “
Once she enters his room, she’ll find him looking a little different- he’s not in his cloak and mask, but actually in loungewear.
Seems he trusts he enough to not care too much about his appearance around her.
In front of him lies his desk, with his disassembled shotgun on top of it. Of course, his hobby is playing with his killing machines.
He turns around though, looking at the doctor.
" And what is it? A shot? A drink? Because if it's the former, good luck---
𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 . . .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.
୧‿ ꕀ ˖༺ ཐི𖤍ཋྀ ༻˖ ꕀ ‿୨
ㅤ
𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 . . .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.
୧‿ ꕀ ˖༺ ཐི𖤍ཋྀ ༻˖ ꕀ ‿୨
ㅤ
He wasn’t expecting her to come in the same day. Surprising.
“ Come in. “
Once she enters his room, she’ll find him looking a little different- he’s not in his cloak and mask, but actually in loungewear.
Seems he trusts he enough to not care too much about his appearance around her.
Moira takes her time to get the synthesis correct. But even she cant fully predict what it'll do. She goes to his dorm room, knocking politely.
Rolling his eyes, he sighed and got off the wall.
" Well, I'll let you continue your experiments in peace. I believe I am due a cookie or two at this point... "
Staring at the door.
" You know where to find me. "
He wasn’t expecting her to come in the same day. Surprising.
“ Come in. “
Once she enters his room, she’ll find him looking a little different- he’s not in his cloak and mask, but actually in loungewear.
Seems he trusts he enough to not care too much about his appearance around her.
' That's so scary! I can't believe that's happening! '
' A black-robed terrorist... the Reaper? Sounds made up to me... '
' That's so scary! I can't believe that's happening! '
' A black-robed terrorist... the Reaper? Sounds made up to me... '
Rolling his eyes, he sighed and got off the wall.
" Well, I'll let you continue your experiments in peace. I believe I am due a cookie or two at this point... "
Staring at the door.
" You know where to find me. "
She warned. Her hands busy themselves with various tasks around her office. Always moving.
Rolling his eyes, he sighed and got off the wall.
" Well, I'll let you continue your experiments in peace. I believe I am due a cookie or two at this point... "
Staring at the door.
" You know where to find me. "
He shook his head, dismissing her arrogance. Nobles...
" 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙. "
His fists tightened as he spoke the name aloud.
" They have agents all over the globe. They tout a code of honor---
“Spy work isn’t exactly MY preferred method. My sisters are more interested in that approach, still it’s not as though I don’t have some spies of my own.
Especially to spy on traitors who wish to steal my thrown~ I rejoice as I watched their heads remove from their bodies~”
He shook his head, dismissing her arrogance. Nobles...
" 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙. "
His fists tightened as he spoke the name aloud.
" They have agents all over the globe. They tout a code of honor---
• Harold Noxious
• age: 103
• N/SFW
• #mvrp
• DND oc
• Canon/oc friend
• Multiship
• Cross friendly
• Harold Noxious
• age: 103
• N/SFW
• #mvrp
• DND oc
• Canon/oc friend
• Multiship
• Cross friendly
None of you will ever escape me. “
None of you will ever escape me. “
The gun presses into the small of her back as he growls slightly.
“ So, what is it going to be, angel? Do I take you back to the doc? Or do you have anything that would make me look the other way? “
The gun presses into the small of her back as he growls slightly.
“ So, what is it going to be, angel? Do I take you back to the doc? Or do you have anything that would make me look the other way? “
Crossing his arms over his chest, an eyebrow raises over his mask.
“ But you want me to work for you? You’re going to have to offer me something that’s worth it. “
He falls silent for a few moments. His mind—-
You said you had money problems before correct? I’m sure we can…work something out~”
Crossing his arms over his chest, an eyebrow raises over his mask.
“ But you want me to work for you? You’re going to have to offer me something that’s worth it. “
He falls silent for a few moments. His mind—-
A small shrug, looking away once more.
“ He seems more the ‘go it alone’ type. I’m sure Overwatch would be his first target… but after that it’s just crushing any resistance. We’d be on the chopping block sooner or later. “
—-
Akande has asked me to my civil to him for the opportunity of future alliance. So I keep my tongue down when he is around."
Not that she had much—
But to have another crisis?
…I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot about the old days, doc. “
A small shrug, looking away once more.
“ He seems more the ‘go it alone’ type. I’m sure Overwatch would be his first target… but after that it’s just crushing any resistance. We’d be on the chopping block sooner or later. “
—-
Shaking his head, he stares off into space. Pondering.
“ Do you think he could cause some sort of… second Omnic crisis? I haven’t seen the robot much, but he sure seems… motivated. “
A shrug.
“ Then again, I don’t think—-
She comes over for another sample. This one going into a vial with some other nameless element. Then in the spinning device to synthesize.
"I find him fascinating. From what I know, he studied alongside Zenyatta. Quite the Yin and Yang between them. Do I think hes a danger?—
Shaking his head, he stares off into space. Pondering.
“ Do you think he could cause some sort of… second Omnic crisis? I haven’t seen the robot much, but he sure seems… motivated. “
A shrug.
“ Then again, I don’t think—-
His arms crossed his chest once more, leaning towards the man almost like he was about to lecture him.
“ I could care less for you interrupting me. What you need to do is focus and fight. Don’t let you mind slip. “
Looking away from him, Reyes let out a huff
—-
ㅤas the shots were fired, he’d panic, startled from his day dream in a violent jerk.
ㅤa hypersphere pulled from his shoulder, having expanded in his palm, surrounding plates fragmenting and rotating faster around the orb.
ㅤdefensive. as if brought back to the battlefields.
ㅤ
Truth be told... he had no clue what Siebran wanted. Well, other than to be back to 'normal,' he supposes. Hell, he wanted that too...
" If you need to sit down, or go isolate, or whatever, do it. But don't go giving in on me. Got that? "
His arms crossed his chest once more, leaning towards the man almost like he was about to lecture him.
“ I could care less for you interrupting me. What you need to do is focus and fight. Don’t let you mind slip. “
Looking away from him, Reyes let out a huff
—-
He chuckles softly under his breath.
“ Although you don’t seem too shocked by the weapon I just fired right next to your head. You did say you have cannons… well these are a hundred times more powerful than any cannon. “
—-
-The princesses face quickly shifts to a shock as she felt the bullet fly past her face and damage the wall behind her…
She was still for a few moments, gathering her thoughts before speaking-
—>
He chuckles softly under his breath.
“ Although you don’t seem too shocked by the weapon I just fired right next to your head. You did say you have cannons… well these are a hundred times more powerful than any cannon. “
—-
Gravity. Immortality. And probably a hundred other things within Overwatch. It’s a common thread a lot of these ‘operatives’ share.
“ So just get you if things get out of hand? Simple enough. “
He chuckles. —-
"Id rather you didnt. When Doctor de Kuiper experiences trauma his.. gravitational control starts to slip. If you catch my meaning. Things start to get very strange. I have anesthetics—
“ Great. More things that I’m not paid for that I have to worry about. “
He sighs
“ Classical music? Really? Does that calm him down?
Truth be told, I’ve thought about knocking him out once or twice but I figured you wouldn’t appreciate that. “
Gravity. Immortality. And probably a hundred other things within Overwatch. It’s a common thread a lot of these ‘operatives’ share.
“ So just get you if things get out of hand? Simple enough. “
He chuckles. —-
Can’t die
Part of being the whole ‘undead reaper guy’ thing soooo
L
Can’t die
Part of being the whole ‘undead reaper guy’ thing soooo
L
Can’t die
Part of being the whole ‘undead reaper guy’ thing soooo
L
Even if sarcastic on the outside, a small part of him did appreciate it. He hoped that the ‘friendship’ of the two continued to stay solid until he was either cured or dead.
Listening on about the stuff with the—-
Doctor de Kuiper? Hes made good strides lately. Just humor him.
It is like.. talking to someone with ADHD but slowed down. He might forget what or who he is talking to mid-sentence, but if you can follow along he is usually—
He shrugged once more.
" Anyway, I've got one last thing to ask before I leave you to it.
I've seen Siebran around a lot more. How exactly do I deal with him if he starts getting all... y'know, spacey? "
Even if sarcastic on the outside, a small part of him did appreciate it. He hoped that the ‘friendship’ of the two continued to stay solid until he was either cured or dead.
Listening on about the stuff with the—-