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𝐃𝐢𝐞. 𝐃𝐢𝐞. 𝐃𝐢𝐞!
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" 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩... 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝-𝙁𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. "
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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎
𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝...
𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

#OWRP || #MVRP
“ Well, I don’t normally expect people in my room when I come back. I’m divorced, after all… “

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! “
November 5, 2025 at 3:03 PM
“ Great… see you then. “

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
Its bitter, definitely. Tastes like medicine and chemicals.

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.
" Well, I hope it doesn't taste like shit. "

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.
November 5, 2025 at 3:02 PM
" Well, I hope it doesn't taste like shit. "

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.
"This time it is a drink. Then I will have a surprise for you."

She gestured to the amber liquid on the table. This wouldnt fully fix him, but he should have more control.
grabbing a piece of my arm that won't fade out of existence. "

He looks back at his weapon.

" After all, I've dropped the parts here half a dozen times because of it. "
November 5, 2025 at 2:50 PM
Blood tatters his robe as he walks through the door. Raising a brow at the doctor, then a huff comes from him.

" 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.
@abadomencomes.bsky.social

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.
November 5, 2025 at 2:19 PM
" You don't get it. They killed me, but I am 𝗻𝗼𝘁 dead. I am in a constant state of dying, and now I am more undead than anyone. "

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-
November 5, 2025 at 2:18 PM
" ...well that makes me confident. "

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 trust is there since she makes no comment in it as she comes in. Already babbling about her theories.

"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—
“ Hm? “

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.
November 5, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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" 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍!
𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎! "

#OWRP || #MVRP
November 1, 2025 at 9:39 AM
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𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 . . .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.
୧‿ ꕀ ˖༺ ཐི𖤍ཋྀ ༻˖ ꕀ ‿୨
October 25, 2025 at 5:45 PM
“ Hm? “

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.
She waves him off as a parting Adieu for now.
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.
" ...right. A freak robot on the fringes of society with a small army isn't weak. "

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. "
October 29, 2025 at 2:01 PM
' Oh my god, have you seen the news? '

' That's so scary! I can't believe that's happening! '

' A black-robed terrorist... the Reaper? Sounds made up to me... '
October 29, 2025 at 1:00 PM
" ...right. A freak robot on the fringes of society with a small army isn't weak. "

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. "
"Because he isn't weak. He is not to be underestimated."

She warned. Her hands busy themselves with various tasks around her office. Always moving.
October 29, 2025 at 12:53 PM
" You don't understand. The people that I am looking for could crush your entire kingdom if they wanted to. "

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~”
October 29, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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“ The world will fall by the undead. “

• Harold Noxious
• age: 103
• N/SFW
#mvrp
• DND oc
• Canon/oc friend
• Multiship
• Cross friendly
April 3, 2025 at 5:38 AM
“ Death comes for everyone…

None of you will ever escape me. “
October 25, 2025 at 10:30 AM
“ Shut up. I could care less about your pity. “

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? “
October 25, 2025 at 10:29 AM
“ Truth be told, I could care less about money. If I ever need something, I take it. “

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~”
October 25, 2025 at 10:26 AM
“ Alliance? Do you really think that Omnic would go that far? “

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. “

—-
"Perhaps. Of course he is capable. He seeks equality and fairness at the core. Be respectful and I doubt we will be first on his list to go after.
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—
there’s much that can take either us or Overwatch down. We’re both extremely powerful…

But to have another crisis?

…I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot about the old days, doc. “
October 25, 2025 at 10:21 AM
||: Ramattra is so cool man what if I made him
October 25, 2025 at 9:12 AM
“ Alongside that monk? Perhaps I gave him less credit than I should. “

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—-
"Ramattra.. hm."

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?—
Do you think he’s a threat to Talon? Or the world? “
October 24, 2025 at 3:17 PM
“ You old fool. “

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.
revenge, whatever! "

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? "
October 24, 2025 at 3:14 PM
“ So you don’t have just regular guns? How interesting. “

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. “

—-
“Oh if you must know, we use standard weapons. Swords, spears, cannons, flails, poison gas, fire-“

-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-

—>
October 24, 2025 at 3:03 PM
“ I gotta say… it’s weird that so many of us got our abilities through ‘accidents’ “

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. —-
Moira still thought highly of him. They worked together during Blackwatch afterall. She still has her uniform.

"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—
doctor, a loud ‘huff’ is heard from under his mask.

“ 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. “
October 24, 2025 at 2:55 PM
||: Can’t die if you’re already dead right?
starseed 🪱

the whole being dead thing…….
||: Sorry mate

Can’t die

Part of being the whole ‘undead reaper guy’ thing soooo

L
October 24, 2025 at 2:50 PM
||: Sorry mate

Can’t die

Part of being the whole ‘undead reaper guy’ thing soooo

L
starseed 🪱

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

i hope moira pumps you full of chemicals till you DIE
||: Originally I thought of hitting Sigma in the back of the head with a non-lethal round but I felt like maybe it’d be better not to and instead just shoot a wall… lol
October 22, 2025 at 10:29 PM
“ You? Enjoy talking to a soldier reject like me? Tell me something believable. “

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—-
"Youre welcome to stay as long as you like. You know I do enjoy our talks.

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—
" Well, whatever the hell is in Tylenol. "

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? "
October 22, 2025 at 10:20 PM