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 Talon Have Mercy Episode One, {Reaper/Mercy}
Human / Wraith
Mid 50's
Vigilante
Tenebris
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Gabriel Reyes
Death walks among you
Sep 14 2017, 04:45 AM
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I lost faith in my own breath
Who knew that love could feel like death?
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His first moments in Avalon were spent looking for any signs of Overwatch. There was no hesitation. There was no moment to dwell or get his bearings. He gathered his information and went on the hunt.

It wasn't a matter of paranoia. It wasn't a matter of pride. He had to know. He had to know if they were around. If Overwatch had their claws in this place, then his mission was not done. Talon was not done. If they weren't in Avalon... then he could move on. He'd learned about the land and somewhat of how he'd gotten here while searching for info. So many worlds crammed onto one. This place had its own problems, separate from his own world. Even if he wasn't hunting Overwatch anymore, he was a soldier of a kind. He'd do something with that. Maybe... help like the old days.

No matter where he looked, he couldn't find it. There was none of their influence... but there was one name that he heard. It was a name he knew well. It was a name that angered him, saddened him, and made him want to smile all at the same time. Angela. She was here. Working at a hospital... It almost seemed mundane for the combat medic. He'd tracked her down relatively easily. She didn't seem to come home a lot. Workaholic. Hm... He needed to speak with her. There were several things that needed to be cleared up. It was doubly necessary given that they were the only ones from their world that was here. If they were the only ones who ever showed up... well, maybe they needed each other in some extent.

He waited until she checked in for work and then made his way to her home. It was rather easy getting inside. His form melted into smokey wisps, slipping into the vents. The shadows crawled out of the vents and his body reformed in the middle of her dark living room. The actual affair of getting inside wasn't the part that gave him pause. It was more what would happen later. His mind glided over the little details. Hm... He had some time before she came home... Reaper sat down on the couch, kicking his feet up. If there was one thing he possessed right now, it was patience.

Would he have it for her?

Angela Ziegler | 395 WORDS | aaa writing super late ded brain
Human
Thirty-Seven
Doctor, Surgeon
Animus
59 posts
Peri
PST / Online
Angela Ziegler
"I'll be watching over you."
Sep 15 2017, 12:47 AM
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if you need a light i'll be there
Avalon was always full of surprises, ever-changing and evolving with all of the wonderful life that was brought here. It actually blew her mind to think back on how much was different since she first arrived; how many more people there were on the bustling streets of Sanctum City. So many new faces visiting her in the hospital. So many friendships, new and old coming together in a melting pot of possibilities. Those who were lucky had their friends or family that had been sucked down the rabbit hole with them.

But not Angela. As far as she knew she had no one to share any memories of her world with. Not one soul who survived the Omnic Crisis or knew all of the good that a name such as Overwatch once stood for. Overwatch meant nothing to anyone here because frankly it never existed in the first place. She was still trying to decide whether that fact brought her comfort or if it caused her to spiral further down this self-destructive path she'd found.

Day by day, she just tried to move forward from it. Worked herself to the bone.The heroes that she spent the better part of her life getting to know and love were nothing more than long lost ghosts. Fragments of herself holding on from another lifetime. Even if no one was here to remember them, she never could seem to forget. Whether she liked it or not, they were stuck with her forever. Emotional battle scars, wounds that still desperately ached for closure.

At least there was one thing that was familiar. No matter what, Avalon left no shortage of ill-fated people to help. It was her crutch, keeping her mind occupied so that it did not buzz with questions about the past. No time to linger when she remained on call at all hours of the day. It was just... better this way. This way she was needed and at the very least she could do some good.

It had been a long day—er—several days at the hospital, but it was finally that time. Her day off. That's right, one day to fall into a coma so that she could get up and do it all over again. Was it so wrong that she silently always dreaded returning home? The quiet and the emptiness always resonated with her on a deeper level than she felt comfortable admitting.

Her tired hands fumbled for a moment with the keys, wrestling with her door until it finally popped open with a very shrill, very obnoxious “creaaaaak”. One day she'd get that darn thing fixed. One day. Blanketed in darkness, she gently touched her hand to her forehead and heaved a sigh. Home sweet home. Shuffling away from the door and not yet even bothering to flip on a light, it was almost as if she were a zombie, having traveled this path a thousand times before. Her bed was calling her name and she was all-too-eager to listen.

She had made it half-way through the living room when she actually felt convinced that the air around her had grown frigid, prickling the hairs on the back of her neck. That chill... Angela froze, her lips parting as her breath grew heavy in her lungs. Was she coming down with something?

No. Maybe a small part of her guilt-ridden soul secretly knew, but no part of Angela ever wanted to believe that she would look death in the face.

Spoopy! 0-0 I hope this is okay! ♥

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Human / Wraith
Mid 50's
Vigilante
Tenebris
5 posts
Snowbunny
GMT-5 / Offline
Gabriel Reyes
Death walks among you
Sep 22 2017, 01:57 PM
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I lost faith in my own breath
Who knew that love could feel like death?
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Her living room was empty of any intruders. Really, it was almost exactly the same as she'd left it. But the air had grown cold for a reason. If there'd been a bit more light in the room, maybe she would've noticed the curling tendrils of darkness retreating away from the couch and out of the corner of her eye. Maybe she would've been able to see that the pillows on her couch had the imprint of someone who'd been laying on them. Maybe the light scuffs against her coffee table...

However, it didn't take sight to feel the cold wash over her feet and slide behind her. It was more than just cold. It was like some kind of gas filtered by her. Something solid enough to feel, but amorphous enough to not have form... It didn't take sight to hear a heavy foot touch down on her floor. Or the other foot that joined it. It didn't take sight to have that sense of unease and dread from someone standing right behind her. Metal scratched against metal. A gentle flap of leather joined it. Then, the cold steel of a shotgun pressed against her back erased any doubts or phantom feelings that could be brushed off. It was all very much there. Very much real. Reaper leaned forwards. "Hello, Angela... We need to talk." The shotgun slipped away from her back and found its home inside his jacket. Reaper turned on a lamp so that they weren't in the darkness. She looked tired. But that could wait. He knew she was no stranger to late nights of work. "I think we deserve a conversation with each other... at the least. Don't you?"

There was so much to say. There was so much that could be said. He just wasn't sure how he wanted to address this. His emotions for the woman were very... conflicted. How else was he supposed to feel about the woman who denied his death?

Angela Ziegler | 330 WORDS | spoopy smoke monster edgelord
Human
Thirty-Seven
Doctor, Surgeon
Animus
59 posts
Peri
PST / Online
Angela Ziegler
"I'll be watching over you."
Oct 7 2017, 07:40 PM
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if you need a light i'll be there
Her breath sputtered from her lips in a vapid tendril of white smoke when the air surrounding her turned frigid and unforgiving. So cold, sapping what small shreds of vitality she had left inside of her until every fiber of her being iced over. Pupils dilated, trembled, and she felt a curtain of raw and consuming darkness shift at her feet. She could have sworn that it passed straight through her, slicing her open from the inside. Like a thick veil of fog it swarmed and gathered, culminating into a vision that both resided in and haunted the deepest recesses of her soul.

Emotions bubbled up from inside of her, crawling and clawing their way up her throat even when she tried to fight them back. How long had she been running from this? How many nights did she wake from this very nightmare? Surely she had fallen asleep the moment she walked through the door and any second she would be startled and awake. She would wake with tears in her eyes, she would curl up upon herself, and she would silently wait for the real grim reaper to take her.

But as the cruel, hard steel of a shotgun pressed against the small of her back, what little light remained within the depths of Angela's eyes extinguished. A voice—like gravel across pavement—tickled her ears, weighing down onto her until she was afraid that maybe her knees might give out. Her mouth ran dry, bowing her head forward almost as if in peaceful acceptance as she heard him speak her name. Gabriel.

Even in Avalon he would find her. Then again, no one could ever hope to escaping death itself.

A repressed part of herself almost felt relieved, if anything so she would no longer have to keep up this act. Could she finally succumb to just how tired she felt? Accept her sins and give Gabriel the closure he deserved by taking vengeance on the angel of life that reached too far. She almost wanted him to pull the trigger—which was why she felt hot tears burn at her eyes, threatening to fall the moment he drew away.

“Gabriel...” It took everything not to break, not to come falling apart as she slowly turned to face him. Talk. Was that truly all he wanted from her...? She prepared for this, playing it again and again in her mind with excruciating clarity. But now that he was here... Words failed her. What to say to the man she tried to save but left to suffer? “Gabriel... I....” She stuttered, brows furrowing as regret warped her features, “I'm so sorry...”

She's broken okay?

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