Hard to put the fear of death into men who can vent you into space at the drop of a hat.
[Which gives Sombra two pieces of information here: That he did try to intimidate his way out, and that they had him under 'Quarantine'. They weren't sure if his black emission was contagious or not.]
(just where have you gotten yourself, reaper... if it's a biomedical examination room affixed to a very handy airlock, she's going to leave you in there and watch with them. but it seems like that's not the case, finding the tracker widow left on him from the volskaya infiltration; that reminds her to take the thing off.
in the meantime, though, several things happen simultaneously:
the lights go out.
the doors hiss open.
the failsafe defence shield around the perimeter falls.)
Even alien tech ... I haven't lost my charm. Stop lying around and come buy me a thank you drink
[Thankfully, the idiots who had him in quarantine hadn't decided that his... 'affliction' was something worth pulling him apart for (yet), so he didn't have to threaten her life for not doing something about their possible dissections.
But what does feel good is the feeling of the room when the machines stop whirring, the lights crackle out, and everyone starts to yell.
Power going out in a medical bay isn't something too normal--or too good, right? It's a perfect distraction needed to turn into smoke and hightail it out of there.]
Lying around is subjective. I'm out, and away. They won't be catching hair of me ever again. [He really hated doctors.] Tell me your location. I'll consider buying you something, if I'm feeling thankful by the time I got here.
(she uploads her coordinates and sends him a cute little map of the ship to boot, what a great partner.
not too far away, considering. reaper's free and she's got all the time in the world to crunch into a foreign fruit that tastes suspiciously like a melon-fathered apple, leaning against the terminal directly outside of the med-bay. just so she can watch them squirm and spot him when he makes an appearance — one she never thought she'd be this thankful for.
but it's nice to see someone familiar...
still in her regular all-business attire, despite the addition of off-brand high-tops; she wasn't allowed in stores without the proper footwear.)
[When Sombra actually put work into things, she never disappointed. That was one thing he could say about her--even if getting her to do her job was sometimes a pain in the ass. 'Where's Sombra when you need her' was a permanent part of his Lexicon, after all.
But for now, she was exactly where he needed her--and just in time to bail his ass out, too. Funny that he'd be so thankful to have someone around in a place like this, far from any sort of home they both knew. So he'll consider actually thanking her out loud, this once.
If he still felt up for it when he met up with her.
A cloud of fog follows his footsteps as he whisps out of a sliding door just as it's about to close, zeroing in on the hacker and finally arriving at her side. (Taking a moment to eye the fruit she's eating, wondering if he should comment on how it smelled disgusting.)]
That would suggest that we've been apart for a significant length of time. [As he's just gotten here--it had been less than 48 hours since he'd seen her. At least, for him.] Appreciate the fact that you were here. Those maniacs were paranoid I had some sort of spreadable virus. [Idiots.]
(god, she'll never say it? but sombra appreciates the fact that he was here. is here. it's not everyday you pray to be haunted by the worst ghost of all fucking time, but you have to make exceptions to the rule once in a little while.
this ship's been far too quiet without at least one of them here to nag at her.)
It has been, y'know. Don't discount what I've been through on this shitty ship. (a sigh, like she's totally put out, waving the fruit around eccentrically.) Let's get outta here, Gabe, I'll show you around. You're gonna looove the black market.
(pushing off the terminal with a skip to her step.)
...Can't discount anything you go through. You're a troublemaker. [He almost grunts roughly as she waves at him with the weird-smelling fruit, turning his head to give her a look.]
Always had a fondness for black markets. At least you know me that well enough. Though I doubt they're going to carry my kind of firearms.
[He half wonders how long he's going to last without access to his supply of shotguns--they were hard to reload and he was better off throwing them to the ground to retrieve and reload later.]
(i know that rough grunt is a fond one, so the smile isn't dropping. you like the challenge.)
I've seen a few shotguns, but uh... They're pretty hi-tech, so there might be a few things that catch your eye, but I don't know if you'll have trouble working 'em or not. Considering your state, y'know...
[He turns his head to fix Sombra with a look from beyond the eyeholes in his mask. As if he's silently expecting her to amend her statement. When she doesn't, and only adds on the 'old man' bit, he reaches to give that ridiculous purple hair of hers a flick.]
Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't understand new-age weaponry, chica. [HOW DARE YOU CALL ME OLD.]
If it has a trigger and can fire, I can figure the damn things out.
Uhhuh, I'll remember this convo when we're having another one about turning off your new safety.
(rounding a corner, trotting down steps into the atrium — which is the only place that reminds her of earth, lush and green and riddled with everything from stretching, alien trees to small ponds. with ducks.)
Eluvio's huge, though, seriously. Like a city in space...
[He takes a moment to look up as they enter the Atrium, his eyes unseen but wide underneath that mask. And it's here he really takes a moment to breathe, the fresh here half unbelievable as a cloud of black smoke escapes him.]
...I know how safety works. [He waves his hand.]
If I had seen this place before the damn medical bay, I'd not have believed you if you'd said it was in a space ship.
[It's an odd moment for Reaper, with nothing 'edgy' to say.]
...A city of spaceships. What a sci-fi fantasy nightmare. [And we're back.]
(a flick of her wrist, several maps at her command. she's managed to hook her wrist communicator up and reroute it to her typical, familiar displays. which is good news for talon; she can make reaper applications.
this makes it far easier to visualize just how big eluvio is.)
...Three floors. How many of us have the damned idiots pulled in. [He exhales lowly, looking over at her as she brings up her display--right.]
...You need to fix mine to do that. I can't use damn touchscreens.
[Stupid, outdated technology. But that aside... he's going to look over this map. It's huge. She's not wrong--it's big enough to be a decently-sized city. But inside a space ship...]
This place is big enough to have its own gravitational pull.
[HE REACHES OVER TO GIVE THE BACK OF HER HEAD A SWAT. Whether or not it'll connect is always a mystery with her, but. She deserves it. How dare you, did you just call me FAT.
He's terribly vain, NEVER FORGeT.]
Don't know. What kind would you be?
Ah, one who won't be getting any calls from me. That's who.
(bowing forward like she's in the presence of royalty, feeling the swipe narrowly miss, before righting herself with a perky little bounce of styled hair. she's lucky she's short, dodging him can be made easy.
snickering...)
And ay, what a tragedy that'd be, am I right? I can't listen to you complain all day about inconsequential things and the lack of shit to do? How will I ever survive?
[Yeah, of course she'd avoid his swat. He's what. 0/30 on that by now? He's lost count. Either way, he gives a small scoff and a sneer under that owl-like mask of his, letting his arms settle back down at his sides.]
Unless I'm having trouble remembering correctly.
It's usually you who sends me texts about whatever crosses your mind that needs venting about. Or pictures of 'scandalous' things you've found and can't wait to blackmail Lady X and Gentleman Y with next week.
[Yeah, he saw that. And he's not buying it, damn it. He clicks his claws against the side of his belt, an almost irritated little flick of fingers before he rolls his head to the side.]
Ammo would be important. Already got the briefing that violence to our... peers isn't going to be tolerated here. But I still want to be prepared. [He's a paranoid old ghost.]
He makes a rough sound, not unlike a noncommittal grunt at her inquiry.]
I got angry when I first showed up, but I didn't shoot anyone. It was after they saw the smoke coming off me that they decided I needed to be quarantined.
[Not shooting someone and not shooting are two different things.]
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Hard to put the fear of death into men who can vent you into space at the drop of a hat.[Which gives Sombra two pieces of information here: That he did try to intimidate his way out, and that they had him under 'Quarantine'. They weren't sure if his black emission was contagious or not.]
Oh, please. At your leisure, Sombra.[Read: get your ass down here.]
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in the meantime, though, several things happen simultaneously:
the lights go out.
the doors hiss open.
the failsafe defence shield around the perimeter falls.)
Even alien tech ... I haven't lost my charm. Stop lying around and come buy me a thank you drink
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But what does feel good is the feeling of the room when the machines stop whirring, the lights crackle out, and everyone starts to yell.
Power going out in a medical bay isn't something too normal--or too good, right? It's a perfect distraction needed to turn into smoke and hightail it out of there.]
Lying around is subjective. I'm out, and away. They won't be catching hair of me ever again.[He really hated doctors.]Tell me your location. I'll consider buying you something, if I'm feeling thankful by the time I got here.[A moment.]
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(she uploads her coordinates and sends him a cute little map of the ship to boot, what a great partner.
not too far away, considering. reaper's free and she's got all the time in the world to crunch into a foreign fruit that tastes suspiciously like a melon-fathered apple, leaning against the terminal directly outside of the med-bay. just so she can watch them squirm and spot him when he makes an appearance — one she never thought she'd be this thankful for.
but it's nice to see someone familiar...
still in her regular all-business attire, despite the addition of off-brand high-tops; she wasn't allowed in stores without the proper footwear.)
Miss me?
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But for now, she was exactly where he needed her--and just in time to bail his ass out, too. Funny that he'd be so thankful to have someone around in a place like this, far from any sort of home they both knew. So he'll consider actually thanking her out loud, this once.
If he still felt up for it when he met up with her.
A cloud of fog follows his footsteps as he whisps out of a sliding door just as it's about to close, zeroing in on the hacker and finally arriving at her side. (Taking a moment to eye the fruit she's eating, wondering if he should comment on how it smelled disgusting.)]
That would suggest that we've been apart for a significant length of time. [As he's just gotten here--it had been less than 48 hours since he'd seen her. At least, for him.] Appreciate the fact that you were here. Those maniacs were paranoid I had some sort of spreadable virus. [Idiots.]
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this ship's been far too quiet without at least one of them here to nag at her.)
It has been, y'know. Don't discount what I've been through on this shitty ship. (a sigh, like she's totally put out, waving the fruit around eccentrically.) Let's get outta here, Gabe, I'll show you around. You're gonna looove the black market.
(pushing off the terminal with a skip to her step.)
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Always had a fondness for black markets. At least you know me that well enough. Though I doubt they're going to carry my kind of firearms.
[He half wonders how long he's going to last without access to his supply of shotguns--they were hard to reload and he was better off throwing them to the ground to retrieve and reload later.]
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I've seen a few shotguns, but uh... They're pretty hi-tech, so there might be a few things that catch your eye, but I don't know if you'll have trouble working 'em or not. Considering your state, y'know...
(his "state":)
As an old man.
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[He turns his head to fix Sombra with a look from beyond the eyeholes in his mask. As if he's silently expecting her to amend her statement. When she doesn't, and only adds on the 'old man' bit, he reaches to give that ridiculous purple hair of hers a flick.]
Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't understand new-age weaponry, chica. [HOW DARE YOU CALL ME OLD.]
If it has a trigger and can fire, I can figure the damn things out.
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Uhhuh, I'll remember this convo when we're having another one about turning off your new safety.
(rounding a corner, trotting down steps into the atrium — which is the only place that reminds her of earth, lush and green and riddled with everything from stretching, alien trees to small ponds. with ducks.)
Eluvio's huge, though, seriously. Like a city in space...
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...I know how safety works. [He waves his hand.]
If I had seen this place before the damn medical bay, I'd not have believed you if you'd said it was in a space ship.
[It's an odd moment for Reaper, with nothing 'edgy' to say.]
...A city of spaceships. What a sci-fi fantasy nightmare. [And we're back.]
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(a flick of her wrist, several maps at her command. she's managed to hook her wrist communicator up and reroute it to her typical, familiar displays. which is good news for talon; she can make reaper applications.
this makes it far easier to visualize just how big eluvio is.)
See?
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...You need to fix mine to do that. I can't use damn touchscreens.
[Stupid, outdated technology. But that aside... he's going to look over this map. It's huge. She's not wrong--it's big enough to be a decently-sized city. But inside a space ship...]
This place is big enough to have its own gravitational pull.
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(oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit)
I'll take care of it, though, y'know I'm not gonna leave you in the dark. What kind of friend would I be?
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He's terribly vain, NEVER FORGeT.]Don't know. What kind would you be?
Ah, one who won't be getting any calls from me. That's who.
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snickering...)
And ay, what a tragedy that'd be, am I right? I can't listen to you complain all day about inconsequential things and the lack of shit to do? How will I ever survive?
(HYPOCRITE ALERT)
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Unless I'm having trouble remembering correctly.
It's usually you who sends me texts about whatever crosses your mind that needs venting about. Or pictures of 'scandalous' things you've found and can't wait to blackmail Lady X and Gentleman Y with next week.
[YOU CANT CALL THE KETTLE BLACK HERE.]
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Ammo would be important. Already got the briefing that violence to our... peers isn't going to be tolerated here. But I still want to be prepared. [He's a paranoid old ghost.]
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adjusting her course, the map following suit, sombra heads in the general direction of where the market's most recent location's been.)
Are you sure your body's what landed you in quarantine? Or were you making some trouble...
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He makes a rough sound, not unlike a noncommittal grunt at her inquiry.]
I got angry when I first showed up, but I didn't shoot anyone. It was after they saw the smoke coming off me that they decided I needed to be quarantined.
[Not shooting someone and not shooting are two different things.]
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(crooking a finger at him, HURRY UP YOU CLOUD OF ASH)
C'mon already, they're gonna sell out before we get there, old man.