“ 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! “

“ 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

" 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.

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.

" 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. " ---

" ...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---

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍! 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎! " #OWRP || #MVRP

ㅤ 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘. ୧‿ ꕀ ˖༺ ཐི𖤍ཋྀ ༻˖ ꕀ ‿୨ ㅤ

“ 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.

' 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... '

" ...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. "

" 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---

“ The world will fall by the undead. “ • Harold Noxious • age: 103 • N/SFW • #mvrp • DND oc • Canon/oc friend • Multiship • Cross friendly

“ Death comes for everyone… None of you will ever escape me. “

“ 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? “

“ 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—-

“ 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. “ —-

||: Ramattra is so cool man what if I made him

“ 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—-

“ 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 —-

“ 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. “ —-

“ 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. —-

||: Can’t die if you’re already dead right?

||: Sorry mate Can’t die Part of being the whole ‘undead reaper guy’ thing soooo L

“ 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—-

||: 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

Great. The doctor is going mad. As per usual. Seems he's got to snap him back into reality somehow... 𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗸. The fourth, and final, shotgun shell entered his weapon. Ah, what a great idea. Everything can be solved with violence... Reaper pointed his shotguns at a wall, and pulled the trigger---

" 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? "

" ...huh. " He was taken aback, to say the least. He knows of plenty little girls who embroil themselves in war- some for the 'fun' of it, others who don't have anything better to do. This one, though? It was almost like she was enjoying it. ...almost as sadistic as he is. " You talk in old---

“ It seems to get worse when I’m mad. “ He shrugs “ As you know, I can control it a bit. Especially in combat when tension is high. But other than that… “ He shakes his head. “ One time I took a painkiller and stayed ghost for two hours. “

He doesn’t even recognize it- once he phases back into reality, that is. It’s hard to recognize pain when it’s all you feel 24/7. “ Luckily I’m not delusional enough to think I’ll ever understand it. “ He looks down at his hands. They become mist once more. It’s really hard to fathom. —-

- @aguardianangel.bsky.social - A strange, black mist swirls around Zieglar. After a few moments, it coalesces behind her, forming into one mass. Reaper. A shotgun is pointed at her back, as his voice comes. " Either you find a way to fix me... or I bring you to O'Deorain and she does. "

" Yeah, no shit. " He just rolled his eyes. The whiny sarcasm may sound mean, but it was either this, or unadulterated anger. " Take a break. You'll fragment your mind further if you focus too long. " Gabriel shook his head, and he stayed silent for about five minutes. Giving the man the---

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍’𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐀𝐍. #𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙑𝙀𝙇𝙍𝙋 𝙓 #𝙈𝙑𝙍𝙋

" Well, I won't bullshit you. I'm not smart enough to understand what you do. " He shrugs. " And you're always here in this lab. Not makin' much conversation with your samples. " He looks at the table- eyes practically glazing over. He does not understand a single thing on that table. ---

" You have friends that border on terrorists? " In what world does a strange fish-princess-person is friends with terrorists? ...well, the only thing that differentiates terrorists from 'keepers of the peace' is the narrative around them. Either way... maybe he'll actually get along with this---

“ Well, you don’t exactly make it a point to talk about yourself, doc. “ He rolls his eyes. His body phases back in just so he can cross his arms over his chest. “ I wasn’t talking anything temporary… I want you to fix this, Moira. You made me like this, you can unmake me as well. “ —-

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" I have a feeling I'll never properly motivate you. Unless I drop a trillion dollars of gold on your head. " His form dissipates into mist. His voice comes again, disembodied. " Perhaps someday Akande will order you to help the common man. How will you react then? "

" A global crisis was happening, Siebran. And instead of fighting our hardest to end the crisis, instead of doing what was right... Jack wanted to abide by the rules of governments and borders. It drove me insane! " He bangs his hand on the table again, it pisses him off just to think about. ---

" What, are you telling me you can't fix me? Something that even the great Dr. Moira O'Deorain can't do? " He crossed his arms over his chest, a little huff coming from him. " I've lived with it for years at this point... so what's it matter anyway? "

" ...merkingdom? What the...? " And here he thought there were enough freaks inside of Overwatch... somehow he keeps finding more and more. " I am Reaper. Have you seen the news lately? Surely you've heard of the black-robed terrorist, hm? " A dark chuckle escaped from him as he finished---

THE UNIVERSE …wait what the fu-

“ I think the chocolate helps with the pain. Somehow. “ Bringing a hand to his head- and his hand promptly phasing through his head. Sighhh… “ I’m not smart enough to understand what goes on with me… but it pollutes… everything. “ He grimaces “ I want to be… free of this pain… “

“ You researching a way to put more chocolate in cookies? “ He chuckles horsely as he brings the glass through his mask to drink. “ God… I don’t even know what to think. I feel anger and pain all the time but my mind is just… well, fucked. “