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OPEN RP POST

OPEN RP POST COME AT ME. my characters are here - either leave a prompt of your own, a blank comment so i can give you a prompt, ooooor consult the convenient RANDOM SCENARIO MEME below!

THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME 3.0

- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-7 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.

TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honor → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hate sex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knife play, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?

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[Lucina leans back in her desk, turning her eyes to the ceiling as she tunes out the teacher droning on at the front of the classroom.

She should pay attention, she really should, but... There is just one small problem.

She's fairly certain she's never actually been to a formal school like this, not does she even remember how she came to be in this one.

Royal family aside, she highly doubts the Risen threat would have allowed many schools to stay open.

With a shake of her head, she turns to Brady, brows furrowed.]

I... don't suppose you know what she's talking about, do you?

[Brady finds himself much in the same boat as Lucina, aside from the... leaning back thing. No, he's actually leaning forward, folded across his desk for the benefit of whatever poor students have wound up situated behind him.

Not that he knows any for them, since he doesn't recognize any of the faces here (besides Lucina, and thank Naga for that), but still. Ma taught him to be polite, so he's not going to impede anyone's learning process, despite his own distracting, whispered conversation to Lucina. It's a special case, okay, because figuring out the 'where, how and why' are kind of more important that taking down the lesson plan in a situation like this.

He can almost feel Maribelle's disapproving stare now.]

Not a stinkin' clue... I don't even know who she is.

[The teacher seems to catch on to some talking, as she pauses to give the class an icy look, though she can't seem to pinpoint the culprits. Brady stays stock still until she turns back to the lesson, then resumes his conversation with Lucina.]

You even know how we got here? Or, uh... where here is?

['A school' isn't exactly specific, after all.]

[Lucina tenses when the teacher pauses, instantly straightening her posture some. She may not even be truly part of this class, but she can't quite help but react at that kind of look anyway... and at the fact that she's doing something she probably shouldn't be.

It's not until she's reasonably certain that the woman won't be looking their way again that she relaxes and, even then, when she speaks it's in a much softer tone than before.]

No, I'm afraid not. It doesn't quite look like...

[She pauses, taking a moment to peek out the nearest window. Green lawn... Trees... No actual landmarks. Great.]

...It doesn't quite look like anywhere I recognize.

[He gets the feeling. They might not know how they got here in the first place, might not belong in this class in the first place, but the teacher is still a figure of authority. Brady can't help but be leery of attracting her attention, or getting into trouble, after all the teachings his ma put into him about etiquette and all that malarkey.

He follows her gaze out the window, brows furrowing. Easy enough to tell it's not their future, but that was obvious enough from the fact that there's a class actually in session in the first place. Maybe it's the past they returned to? But no, the uniforms look too out of place for that...]

Yeah, same... s'kinda creepy.

[Risen and a practical apocalypse are one thing. Being dumped into a classroom without any idea with how you got there or where you are? It's still creepy, okay!!

He hums, considers something, then looks to Lucina.]

Probably get more answers if we got outta here first... maybe I could fake getting sick?

[He probably wouldn't have to fake that hard, let's be real.]

Quite.

[As discreetly as she can, Lucina nods, though she doesn't take her eyes off the teacher. Never lose sight of your enemy...

...Or authority figure.]

If you'd rather not, don't feel as if you have to. [With how often Brady gets sick, she does feel a tad guilty at the idea, but if it's their best bet...] If you're certain though... I could tell her I'll accompany you out. You shouldn't have to... ah, look for help on your own.

Edited (too many spaces don't look at me) 2014-05-25 19:26 (UTC)

[Even years later, the biting guilt associated with the Shimada brothers' tragedy had yet to really fade away.
Kaze was practically bred for their protection, was meant to guide the next generation of the Shimada empire to success.

Instead, he only bore witness to its downfall.

Was it any wonder, then, that he chose to heap the blame onto himself? He was, after all, a companion to both brothers. If anyone could have seen the signs of contention, it should have been him.

He has struggled under the weight of that guilt and lack of purpose for years, only finding solace in the Overwatch recruitment. And wouldn't you know it, within its confines lay the very embodiments of his duty and failure.

Hanzo was recognizable immediately. He was more silent, more somber than before, but Kaze still saw the traits suited to the first son of the Shimada clan. Genji was another story.

His body had been covered with sleek cyborg metal, but that wasn't the most jarring transformation of the younger Shimada brother. Looking at him now, Kaze could hardly believe it was the same youthful hedonist that seemed to only find pleasure in the physical. That same part of him was unsure if he was impressed or saddened by the change.

Perhaps it's this uncertainty at Genji's new demeanor that spurs Kaze to approach him, a small, rectangular box under his arm.]

Master Genji, if I may? [Upright and formal as always, even though the ranks of Overwatch left them nearly equals. Even now he is the picture of submission, eyes demure and downcast and body tense as if struggling against the urge to fall into a bow.]

I truly hope I am not imposing...

[Genji had expected Hanzo's presence in Overwatch; he'd personally invited his brother into their ranks, after all. It was a presence from his past that he knew about and could prepare for.

Kaze is a completely different story. Seeing him within the halls had been a shock, but Genji had had the benefit of time to figure out how to respond to it. It may not have taken Kaze long to figure out who he was, between his name and his use of the Shimada style of ninjutsu, but you could keep people guessing for a while between them having last heard you were dead and having a completely new body once they meet you again.

He'd been embarrassed at first, but it had quickly faded away. His time with Zenyatta had taught Genji to accept who he had been and who he was now in equal measure. Past the initial reactions, Genji found himself pleased to have Kaze back at his side; he'd been more than capable when Genji was young, and always a friendly face to turn to.

But the years have affected more than he and Hanzo. There's something weighing on Kaze, Genji can see it, but he can't pry what it is out of the man. Still, Genji has the sad feeling that Kaze's pain is tied into the tragedy that rocked him and Hanzo so much as well. Kaze had been close with them both, and the look on his face every time his gaze lingered on him or Hanzo... it's telling.

Genji is in the middle of meditation, pondering upon these very troubles and potential solutions, when Kaze addresses him. He pulls himself out of his thoughts to give Kaze his full attention.]

Such titles are unnecessary, Kaze. Neither of us are no longer Shimada.

[He's somewhat uncomfortable being addressed as such, honestly. It's been a long time since he was part of the family; he's grown past those days and what was done to him. To say he was completely disconnected from the Shimada would be a lie, but at the same time it feels like another lifetime. Still - ]

No, you're not imposing. Did you need something?

[ Angela's bursting in with the strike team before the day's over, but it wasn't quick enough. If ever her faith in Overwatch has faltered, this would be it; to allow Reinhardt to be captured by Talon— one of the original members, the ones with the most secrets. If only the old lion had retired like he was supposed to, but no. He was still out on the field, running missions near-solo.

When his team had returned without him, no one would have ever described her as "Mercy". There was none to be found when she ripped those soldiers down. She was "the doctor", and everyone knew exactly which doctor that had referred to when word got around later. She was furious and nearly crying in frustration when the story couldn't be told quickly enough, storming off to gather up a squad to go right back. Hell or high water, she was getting him back, and she'd be at the forefront.

It took another hour after clearing out the small Talon hideout to ascertain his whereabouts, multiple agents refusing to speak and instead dying for their cause, poisoning themselves. She'd shoved her hand in the fifth one's mouth before they even knew anyone had entered the room they hid out in, ripping the tooth clean from its socket as the soldiers with her rushed to catch the man before he could retaliate. That same man had relinquished the information she needed within twenty minutes. She couldn't believe how little security they had on him until the door opens and she can lay eyes on him.

Then it made plenty of sense. He wasn't going anywhere. His armor is discarded in a pile outside the cell and already blood-splattered, but his crushed hands on the cement floor are the first things she lays eyes on before the mess of his leg, the red edges of his clothing the barest hint to the raw flesh of his back, face bruised nearly beyond recognition. They hadn't even locked the deadbolt on the door in place. With his hands effectively out of commission, how was he to manipulate the small thing? It's flung to the ground angrily before she's pulling the deadbolt open and dragging the heavy iron door open, just enough for her to slip in and run to him. All anger and energy melts away from her as she sinks to her knees beside him, gentle fingers carding through thick white hair matted in blood when she whispers to him, slipping her arm under his neck to scoop his head up off the floor. ]

My sweet old lion; I'm here.

Edited (I FINALLY FUCKING RETURNED OH MY GOD I'M SORRY) 2016-08-12 10:33 (UTC)

[After blowing the lid off Hakim's compound and sending Reyes running to wherever the heck, 76 starts to realize that they're going to need a plan. It's not safe here--it's not safe anywhere, and the relief he feels at finally making contact with Ana is all at once overwhelmed by his own survival instincts. Finding her is all well and good. Having her accompany him without question is even better, but all of that will be moot if they don't get somewhere safe.

So they walk, back out into the desert, knowing full well that there's very little cover and that Reaper could be back on them at any moment unless they find somewhere more defensible.]

Your place or mine?

[It's half-joked, but there's a certain seriousness to it. He's sure Ana has found somewhere to hole up just as he has, but the fact of the matter is that this is her turf. She'll be more likely to know what's safer, especially now that 76 has effectively waltzed up to the front door of a Talon facility and wreaked more than a little havoc.]

[It's no wonder when Talon grabs him. Reinhardt had been willing and prepared for the possibility; he'd placed himself as the wall between Talon and his team, after all. Gave the other agents time to escape as Talon forces bore down on them. He was their shield, and he doesn't go down easy, gives Talon a fight they'll never forget until they finally manage to sedate him and everything goes dark.

When he wakes, he's unsurprised to find himself bound and surrounded by Talon. They want answers, of course, secrets they hadn't been able to pry out of Overwatch's corpse when it was destroyed, and they inflict injury after injury on Reinhardt in an attempt to break him. But he stays silent. He refuses to speak, goes so far as to refuse to vocalize his pain if he can help it, because even that much feels like giving Talon too much. Reinhardt would never jeopardize Overwatch. He would rather die than speak a word to these villains.

At the rate they're going, he very well might. An ungraceful way to go, to be certain, but there's some glory to be found in denying the enemy their victory as well. Reinhardt is content enough with the idea.

As big as he is, as accustomed to battle and pain as he is, Reinhardt has a high pain threshold, but extended torture can push past the most stubborn of men. Reinhardt still doesn't speak, but he's started spending most of his time stuck in an unfocused haze of pain and aches, broken only when he's dragged back out for Talon to add a new fresh heap of agony on. Ruined hands, a shattered knee, lashes across his back. Blows from fists across his face and stomach. Darker patches of skin where electric currents were applied. Once the screaming agony has faded, time tends to blend and eke away in a blur of general aching. When the sound of footsteps approaching his cell comes once again, Reinhardt has no way of telling how much time he's lost, how long he's been in Talon's clutches overall.

He has no energy to fight. Let Talon struggle with his weight, he'll remain defiant to the end, even if it's in the most passive of ways.

It takes him a long moment to sink in what's happening. To realize he's not being barked at or hauled up by impatient hands. To register the feeling of a gentle hand running through his hair. Once the odd tenderness in the touch hits him, his eyes gain some focus, gazing at Angela instead of through her.

Angela.

His mouth curls at the corners, managing a genuine smile for her, a shadow of his grins and yet still more than what a man in his condition should be able to muster. But Reinhardt Wilhelm prides himself on getting up each and every time he's knocked down.]

Angela. [His voice is a quiet rasp, worn from a refusal to speak, a refusal to voice pain in the face of Talon's efforts.] What are you doing here, engel? This is... not a place for you.

[Of course he's worried about her instead of himself. Of course.]

[Oh NOW we're considering that maybe Ana has a better grasp on things than the ex-Commander in question does??? Where was this before a certain someone decided to blow her whole stakeout??

There's more than a little exasperation in the glance Ana shoots Jack at the joke, such as it is. It comes across more of a ghost of old humor than anything else. But they have bigger things to worry about right now, and she's said her piece on what she thinks of her operation being crashed. She adjusts the grip on her rifle and takes point.]

This way.

[It should probably not be much of a surprise when it's revealed that Ana's 'place' is a cave in a cliff face. Above the high walls and obscuring trees, it has a perfect view of Hakim's (now ruined) compound and the desert around it, not allowing for much surprise from Ana's perch. She keeps an eye out as she leads Jack to her hideout, but all things considered, she's honestly not too concerned about Gabe coming back for a second round so soon. Not after what she saw.

She's quick to push that from her mind. She already has one ghost to take care of, and Jack's always been a handful. Once they're in the confines of the cave, she speaks.]

For a dead man, you're certainly looking well these days.

[She says it in the middle of propping her rifle up against a cave wall and working to pack what meager belongings she brought with her. There's a note of fondness to her voice that she can't help. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Ana's had an eye shot out, Jack went through an explosion, and yet he still needs Ana to save his ass.]

[ That his team had even left him in the first place is grounds for Angela to eat them alive when they get back to base. Not a single one of them was leaving on their feet; if they weren't crawling out in shame she was getting them dishonorably discharged. It was a long trip here and back, and it gave them well over eighteen hours to work on Reinhardt, try to pry the answers from his heart that he'd guarded so valiantly, tooth nor nail penetrating the hide of her old lion. The fact that he was still alive attested to that.

Talon didn't send back broken men as symbols. They only left the dead to be found months later, after they've moved out and Overwatch scoured the previous hideouts to find their loved ones rotten and festering. An organization that deserved no mercy in her strike. His eyes open to her touch and her voice, blue clouded over and unfocused for a long few moments before he seems to realize who she is. Her staff is already trained on him, providing what little relief she can manage; the nanites can only do so much. For now, they'll seek out internal damage and ease his pain if only a fraction. Eventually they would be rejected, and his body is so large— too much ground to cover.

Reinhardt smiles and she breaks, tears welling in her eyes as she curls down over him, pressing her brow to his as gently as possible, tears hitting his skin and rolling into his hairline. His voice is so quiet; tired, swollen with pain. He isn't a quiet man and she can't recall the last time she's heard him speak so softly. Not since she was a little girl, new to Overwatch with his giant hand coming to rest on her back, near covering her in it. He'd been the first to cry back then. ]

I've made it my own; can't I be the knight in shining armor for a change?

[ Her voice shakes and she soothes through his hair once more, lifting her head only so she can press a kiss to a bruised temple, then down to the swell above his good eye. The gentlest of light kisses, fluttering over damaged flesh. ]

I came back for you. To take you home, meine Löwe.

[It's almost unsettling, how easily they slip back in step with one another, as if no time as passed at all. As if nothing about them as changed, even if he's not the same person anymore and he has no idea what she's been through in the last six years.

Underneath all that, there's creeping bitterness that he tries to force down. He knows he should just be happy that she's alive, and he's found her, and that she's willing to follow him without question, but the fact of the matter is that she allowed him to believe she was dead. He's vaguely aware that she's perhaps a bit exasperated with him, but his thoughts aren't exactly on her feelings at the moment.]

You're one to talk.

[He follows her into the cave (of course it's a cave--where else are you going to stake out), only setting down his own gun when he sees her put her weapon aside.

Fondness or not in her voice, he sounds just a touch hurt when he fires back.]

[Ana had been hoping they'd dropped this back at the gate of Hakim's compound, but perhaps she should have known better. It's easy for her to pick up on the tone in his words; she'd had years to learn Jack Morrison as his second, figure out when he was hurt but attempting to set it aside or hide it 'for the greater good'. She doesn't respond right away, giving up her plan on packing up in favor of finding a comfortable spot to sit, since apparently they're going to have a Talk.

That's fine. They should probably kill some time before they properly head out anyway, reduce risk of being scouted for by any of Hakim's forces that may have made it through the assault.]

I failed, Jack.

[She says it without hesitation or reservation, looking Jack straight in the face, or mask, as she says it. She's had time to accept what happened that day. At this point it's an unfortunate fact, names and faces she'll carry with her and try to do better for.]

I let people die on my watch. People who were relying on me to protect them. I needed time to recover and realize that it didn't mean it was time to pack it in.

[Her steady eye contact has another, more subtle point to it. Given his new identity, she's fairly certain he knows more about what she's saying than he'd care to admit, what with being too busy trying to take potshots at her instead. So she'll make her point with one of her own.]

Have you told Reinhardt that you're alive? Or Angela?

No, Ana.

[Truthfully, Jack doesn't want to have this argument either, but he blurts it anyway because he's been holding onto it for years. He still remembers screaming for her after they lost contact, not knowing if she purposefully turned off her comm or if she'd been taken out. So he's quick to correct her, pulling his mask off again but not joining her in sitting.]

I lead that mission. It was on me.

[And you let me think I got you killed, is the implication. Jack has always been adamant that the buck stopped with him, and apparently this was no exception. Surely she was aware of how he would take it.

On some level, he knows this is both selfish and hypocritical, making it all about his feelings when he's also allowed the world to believe he was dead, but he's had this pent up for a long time. Looking back, he'd pinpoint this failed mission as the straw that broke the camel's back in the prolonged, painful deterioration of his relationship with Reyes.

He seems to lose some energy all at once, shoulders sagging.]

No one knows. Not unless they've guessed.

[Ana takes a moment simply to observe Jack, to take him in properly. The scars, the lines of age, the sinking of his shoulders. Everything that's changed since she left all those years ago.

She sighs.]

Look at you. All these years and you still refuse to let anyone but yourself take the blame.

[It'd be funny, if she wasn't still being struck by the image he cast now, old and worn and tired. Both of them older, but the years have been far less kind to Jack than they have to her. Or perhaps he hasn't let them be kind, too focused on his self-perceived war. She wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.]

I am sorry I hurt you. But surely you realize how hypocritical you sound.

[She thinks of Reinhardt, the way the old knight had struggled to deliver his eulogy for an old friend, one whose body he didn't have the benefit of burying. She thinks of Angela, so young and awed by the three of them, how she must have suffered.

She thinks of Fareeha, the holodisc that contains her picture burning at her chest. There's a brief, hot welling of anger in Ana's chest, aimed at both herself and Jack, but it's gone as soon as it had come.]

Do you plan to tell them, or are you content continuing the same mistake that injured you so?

[Her tone isn't accusing or unkind. She's not trying to twist the knife. But she hadn't been Jack's second for coddling him, and she's not about to start now.]

[He wants to wipe away her tears, but he knows without seeing exactly what condition his hands are in. Ignoring the agony that comes with moving them, they wouldn't exactly be effective for comfort at the moment. So instead he turns his head, presses a kiss into her hair, breathing a sigh into the soft locks.]

Ahh, where has the excitable little girl with stars in her eyes gone?

[A trick question; she both never existed and has always existed. Angela wants nothing but the best for everyone around her, yet she is steadfast in her morals, refusing to let herself be walked all over just because she was a medic among battle-hardened veterans. Leading a mission straight into Talon territory to rescue him? He's unfathomably proud of her, an already large heart swelling with the emotion.]

My guardian angel, [he concedes instead.] Always flying to my rescue.

[Experience has taught him just how much her nanites can do for him, so he keeps still until he knows the threshold has been reached. It's enough to make moving feasible in the first place, dulling the pain to a manageable ache, and he pushes himself, slow and careful, into sitting up. He knows his weight is too much for her - for anyone, really, but especially her - to manage on her own, and he's determined to let her know that he's far from out of the fight, even in this state. He's ready to do what he can.

Once he's off the floor, he grins at her. Grins as though he hadn't just been beaten toward the end of his life.]

Then we should... get back before anyone else begins to worry. I would hate for them to start thinking that Reinhardt Wilhelm could be defeated.

[The very indignity of the idea.]

[ Fine gold strands catch on dry lips, feeling the warmth of his breath when he sighs into her and she wishes she could just scoop him up and hold him until he's been healed. It's only when he's hurt that she realizes how large he truly was, rendering her near useless to help him. Even the assistance of her suit isn't enough; the bulk added to enhance her physical strength would vastly limit her mobility, and it was a sacrifice she'd always dealt with. Today is the first time she's ever truly regretted it. ]

She's only hiding from the woman that tore out a man's tooth to get some answers. She'll understand.

[ It's a bit of a cheeky answer, but she can hear the pride in his voice and her nose crinkles with the little smile his concession earns him, fingers feathering through the ends of long white hair before she's giving him one last little kiss to focus on healing him right up to that threshold. The only thing she can really see fit to do when he begins to move is help pull on one large arm while her other guides his damaged leg around as gently as possible so he won't try to rise up onto the crushed knee straining at his suit and swollen horribly under trauma. That was going to make mobility difficult for him, more than anything else he'd sustained. ]

And I'll always be here for you; no matter where in the world you are, my fierce lion.

[ Once he's raised himself up off the floor onto his good knee, though, she'll shoulder up under his arm and give her as much support as she can to get him upright. It may not be much of a help and the men just outside the cell fidget, unsure whether they should step in or not to help, but for now she signals them to stay and wait with a flat hand at waist level. ]

Careful, now. Take your time. [ Everything about her expression when she looks up at him is fond and sad and ferociously proud, with her own determination to get him home fierce in her eyes. She's on the side of his injured knee to be his very own crutch, waiting to see if she can take enough of his weight to allow him to avoid any landing on his leg, fingers gentle on the arm about her neck to keep his smashed hand from knocking into anything, cradled across her chest to rest over her heart and bracing him to her so his weight would come down on his elbow across her shoulders. The brawniest member of their squad comes the second she crooks a finger for the help and he shoulders up under Reinhardt's other arm for a mismatched set of crutches to get him out. It'd have to be under his own power; he's too broad a man to get through the narrow halls on a stretcher, too long to navigate around the many twists and turns. ]

No one would ever dare. I'd rip them apart for your honor.

[ She hadn't always been a doctor, after all. She's taken apart as many bodies as she's put together. (Nevermind that they were in medical school and for her research.) It would be a struggle to get him out of the building, but the second they were on the trucks back to the jets for the long trip back to base, she could really settle into treatment and get a head start on him. ]

[He feels her eyes on him and it's not comforting. Ana's always been very good at scrutinizing, and this is no exception. All at once he feels as old as he probably looks, simply by virtue of her sitting there, taking him in, the weight of all the things he's done to get to this point finally settling. Jack doesn't want her to see him like this--doesn't want any of them to see him like this.

That's the whole point, he thinks. They need his memory intact. Jack has already failed them once. He's not about to let them carry on with the knowledge that he's planting bombs and attacking government agencies.]

It's not that simple.

[Hypocritical, yes, even if he's not going to admit that outright. Simple? No.]

Do you know what Winston did?

[If she's been digging around half as much as he has, he's sure she's stumbled on the recall message by now.]

So it was simple for me, then?

[She is maybe a little offended that he can throw accusations at her without trouble, but the second it's turned on him it's 'not that simple'. She crosses her arms, shooting him a pointed look that speaks more than enough about what she thinks about that, before she moves on to his second point.]

The recall, yes.

[Of course she'd dug around. You couldn't remain much of an effective ghost if you didn't find a way to keep up with the world. It's likely she found out about the recall after he did, she hadn't been digging into Overwatch so specifically, but she'd uncovered it all the same. The thought of it...

Her gaze finally moves away from Jack, settling at some random point on the cave wall. Concern is clear on her face. She's worried, of course.]

I hope they know what they're doing. Those children don't deserve being burned a second time.

[When her attention returns to Jack, it's a couple of seconds before she tacks on, tone exasperated,] At least sit down. It's completely unnecessary for you to be making me hurt my neck looking up at you.

[Jack, predictably, chooses not to address the way she pinpoints his own hypocrisies with deadly accuracies. She knows him better than he knows himself, most times. It’s almost ridiculous how easily she still manages to cut to the quick of him. Of course it wasn’t simple for her. They all have baggage, and he needs to stop acting like his is the most important.

But it’s easier to talk about whatever Winston and Lena think is a good idea, so he acquiesces and takes a seat next to her, leaning forward a little to scrub a hand through his hair. He sighs audibly.]

They don’t know what they’re doing.

[That’s the thing—the museum proved that well enough. Their enemies are greater than they know, and Winston’s idealism will only get them so far. 76 is almost angry at his younger self, for instilling that in him in the first place. If they want to restart Overwatch, they can’t do it with the knowledge of who he is now or what he’s doing. Better for them to have their statues and plaques and memory of him. Better to have hope, not anger—that’s for old soldiers like him. The path he’s walking is one of revenge, and it only leads one place.]

The UN won’t let it go on much longer. Next stunt they pull’s gonna land them in maximum security.

[Of course he doesn't. She lets that particular matter drop for the moment, if only because the children of Overwatch have always been her biggest concern. Even now she worries. Especially now. As much as she wants to say Jack is being harsh, he's right; the museum incident hadn't exactly been promising. And Winston and Lena do face quite a bit of danger in bringing Overwatch back to the attention of the world.

Still, Ana wants to believe that the situation is not quite as bleak as Jack paints it.]

Did we know what we were doing back then?

[When Overwatch was first formed. Truly formed. Back during the Crisis, when it had been nothing more than a handful of people fighting back against the omnics, striving to survive and bring the world back from the brink of destruction. They'd had support, but they'd also had incredibly overwhelming odds to face, emotionless machines who would stop at nothing to see all of humanity wiped out. Some nights Ana still dreams of those terrible battlefields, of being young and incredibly afraid but so, so determined, the fires and destruction she, Jack and Gabe had stormed through together, right alongside Reinhardt, Liao and Torbjörn.

The situation, the world, has changed, but in the end how different is it for Winston and Lena now? Overwhelming odds, no reason to continue other than it being the right thing.]

We could have died at any time back then, [she says, her voice somewhere distant, eye set on the desert stretching out beneath the cave. It's obvious she's still lost in those memories.] Yet we didn't. And we didn't let the possibility of it stop us, because the world needed us.

[She refocuses, comes back to the present, returns her attention to Jack.]

I think you're underestimating them.

[Reinhardt doesn't protest the help when offered. He knows that he needs it. He's going nowhere without it, as much as he might not like the fact. He's stubborn, but being stubborn is not enough to overcome a shattered knee. He's aware enough that he won't run the risk of injuring himself worse, perhaps permanently, in an attempt to appear stronger than he is.

Angela helps him to his feet, and in all honesty, Reinhardt is somewhat relieved he's not required to move immediately after getting there; being upright after being left so long on the cell floor has a sense of vertigo overcoming him briefly, something he has to close his eyes against and fight down as it attempts to turn his stomach. He hardly needs to get sick over something as ridiculous as this. Walking is going to be difficult enough.

Once his makeshift crutches are in place, Reinhardt takes a breath, steadying himself and giving them both a nod in turn to let them know he's going to begin. He takes his first step toward freedom.

The walk through the halls of the Talon base is a slow, painful affair, his ruined knee protesting every time he's forced to put some sort of weight upon it. Reinhardt bears it in silence, his face set in grim determination. He is a Crusader, a frontliner of the Omnic Crisis, and he has survived far worse than anything Talon has thrown at him here. He will survive this. Angela's presence at his side is a constant grounding force, makes it easier to soldier through the pain. But her presence and his determination don't stop him from breaking out into a sweat of exertion, don't stop his breathing from growing heavier. They don't stop this from being an ordeal for the old lion.

But they make it. They reach the trucks, and Reinhardt has never been more relieved for sound and activity, for a place to sit down. He's exhausted, and now that Talon isn't there to harass him, to deprive him of peace, his eyelids are beginning to feel quite heavy. He forces to stay awake until they get on the jet, at least.

Then? He manages nothing more than Angela's name, trying to her of his intentions to nap and failing, dropping into sleep the second he allows his eyes to fall closed.]

That was different.

[Was it, though? Shitty things are happening--Jack isn't going to argue that, but some of those things are his problem, not theirs, and he still thinks it pales in comparison to what they went through during the Crisis. Bringing back Overwatch without piecing together what happened to it in the first place is not the answer. Winston will only make the same mistakes, because he doesn't know what went wrong. 76 has heard the message. The oversimplified understanding of Overwatch's fall. Acting like it was the big bad government tearing their family apart, not the cancerous internal sedition that Jack himself let go unchecked.

He frowns deeply. It's clear that he doesn't buy into this kind of thing anymore.]

Did you answer his message?

[Do you plan to? He asks that cautiously, like he's not sure what to expect. She's certainly talking like she supports what they're doing, and he'd be surprised if she hasn't at least considered it. Selfishly, he worries that she plans to choose them over him, and the thought of her leaving rankles him. He only just got her back.]

[It hurts her to see Jack Morrison of all people like this. He used to be one of the stoutest believers of Overwatch and its mission, both when it was a war force and onwards when it became a peacekeeper. It hurts to see how deeply the downfall affected him. For the first time, she wonders just how much of him survived that blast.

The question has her shaking her head, a soft chuckle slipping out. There's a familiar teasing tone to her voice when she answers.]

If I went back to Overwatch, who would be there to bail you out of trouble?

[And it's clear that Jack needs someone watching his back, now more than ever. As much as she supports Winston and Lena, Jack needs her even more. It's terrible enough that she wasn't there at Zürich; she knows the what if of that particular event will haunt her days, just as much as seeing Amélie's face on the wrong end of her scope does. All she can do is be there for him now.]

[ If at all possible, placing his weight on Angie and the man on his other side will keep him from putting any weight on his leg, but she realizes in the same breath that if he were to truly give all of his weight to her, she'd crumple. That he was moving under his own power at all is a small miracle and not one she takes lightly, never quite stopping for breaks because once she had him moving she's afraid to stop lest he fall and not get back up again, but slowing when his breathing grows too labored and steadying him with a hand over his sternum. Soothing words and gentle encouragement, telling him it's only a little further, they're almost there, he's doing wonderfully—

and then they're out. It's the dead of night and not even the stars would shine for them tonight, the sky blanketed in clouds and fog clinging close to the earth. It's cold and damp and she fears for him. It was two hours by vehicle to the jets, winding carefully through the wilderness. He's sat down in one of the spacious back seats and she mops what sweat and grime she can off of him to stave off a chill, and then she's climbing in to give him a lap to rest in. The ride was too bumpy to tend to him, but she can at least run her fingers through his hair and stay curled protectively over him, keeping him tipped enough that his raw back doesn't press against the seats.

Once they've boarded the jet for the remainder of their travel, she settles right into cutting open his shirt and pants, sponging him off and tending to his wounds, thankful for the deep sleep that borders on comatose in his exhaustion to clean and bandage as much of him as she can, and get splints around his shattered knee and smashed hands to prevent further jostling or disturbance. It was her turn to sleep after that, sleeves stained and brow smudged with his blood where she'd wiped at the sheen on her forehead throughout her work, even with help moving him about. It'd require proper equipment to scan and deal with his hands and knee, but she had done as much as possible with that broad back of his and bound his chest, cleaning up the multitude of lacerations from the beatings he'd been given and icing his bruises and swelling, wrapping him in all the blankets they could find to keep him warm.

Angie is roused from where she'd once more curled up with him in her lap, holding one large bandaged hand in her own, and she sets about rousing Reinhardt once more, combing her nails through his hair with a little more vigor. ]

Come now süässli, we're home.

[Were she to bring it up, 76 would adamantly argue that Jack Morrison did, indeed, die in the attack on HQ. Some fundamental part of himself broke that day, and he's keenly aware of that fact. He's not getting it back--the hard part is showing that to people who still believe in him.

He laughs, but it's not exactly a nice sound, more exasperated and bitter than anything.]

I did okay for a while.

[Six years of either gearing up for or executing vigilante nonsense, not counting time without Ana but before Overwatch was put to rest, but there's humor in it because they both know full well they're better together.]

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brady!! 4 → 6!

psst... you mean 3 → 6...!!

oh my god i swear i can count i'm sorry...!!

IF YOU CAN ACCEPT MY BEING LATE, it's all good...!!

GOSH OF COURSE!! .....especiallly considering how late i am sob

Gimme Genji idk 4-16ish??? There'll probably be angst tho

[spongebob cutaway guy's voice] a million years later

REINHARDT AT UR SERVICE ( 2 - 5 )

you know who this is for also i do not need numbers

I WILL WAIT FOR YOU

calm down grandpa

I'M RIGHT BESIDE U!!

grandpa cannot be tamed

then it is time for a nap

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