|❄️| You all know what time it is.~

❝ Everyone has a price placed on them . . . . . . Would you care to learn what yours is? ❞ [ ❤️ and 🔁? ]

❝ When needing to see a mission through, there's no time for slip ups, let alone any that might cost someone a valuable asset. ❞ Reyes would have smiled if his features allowed for it, though it likely wouldn't have reached his eyes.

Far from her, he was equal parts Angela's monster as Moira's. It was Mercy's technology and will, yet it was Moira that helped stabilize his condition after the fact. ❝ I'd rather take a certainty than a gamble, at least for now... ❞

❝ I didn't /ask/ to be "saved" by you. Then again, you always /did/ have a bleeding heart... ❞ The wraith scoffed, his masked visage seeming to somehow harden.

❝ Placebos or "liquor logging" my body aren't exactly options I can deal with and you know it. ❞ The man sighed, some of his "mist" leaving him with a red hue mixed within the smokey black. ❝ Sometimes I wonder if I'd be able to become even a /fraction/ as whole as you are though. ❞

❝ It was /your/ technology that damned me into this existence. Consider yourself lucky we are allies /for now/, Zeigler... ❞

❝ Needing to siphon vs not being able to do anything is far from useless. Take it from the man who's very /existence/ depends on taking from others. ❞ A dry chuckle left the man's non-existent lips. ❝ At the very least, you can take comfort in a bottle. ❞

Reyes walked to the bottle, taking it in hand and examining the brand. Then he handed it to the drunken mess that was the doctor. ❝ I would have though you'd have other experiments to tend to than seeing how functional your liver is. ❞ The man folded his arms as he sat on the couch's arm.

Reyes was in his quarters, looking at a few reports sent to him via Talon's networking. ❝ So /that's/ where they've been hiding... Interesting. ❞

❝ As if you're one to talk about boundaries or privacy... ❞ The mist takes the form of Reyes, unmasked and with his cowl down. ❝ I don't imagine you've had any progress or breakthroughs if this is the state I'm finding you in. ❞

Nevermind the junker's rather... Eccentric personality and actions, the wraith observed the motorcycle's newfound "improvements." Reaper /could/ mention just how he knows about Junkrat, but he'll keep it vague for now. ❝ Surprised you haven't seen any reports about me and my appearances in the >>>

Cue a particular wraith coming from the vents in his mist-like form. ❝ Now isn't /this/ a sight. Having extra problems tonight, O'Deorain? ❞

From last night's isolation, Reyes is still without his mask on or cowl up. It felt nice to simply exist as just himself, especially since nobody was around to see it.

Seeing as how no one is around, Reyes takes the time to take his mask off and put his cowl down. He still looks horrible, a red-ish black mist coming from what remained of his cheeks and mangled fang-like molars. ❝ Becoming this... /Thing/ wasn't part of the plan, yet here I am... The Reaper. ❞

|☠️| Had to redo that because I noticed a grammatical error... I'm a bit pre-occupied with making dinner on top of all this lol

❝ It doesn't matter how fast you run or how many times you can have a redo just as quickly... One day, you'll make a slip that involves someone other than you. Death is patient... Death is calm... Death is a /mercy/ upon us all... ❞

❝ For the sake of your own safety, I agree... The "innocent" have no place on a battlefield, waging a war they know nothing but the basics on. ❞

|☠️| Yoink~!

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❝ Another day, another migraine... ❞ Seems Reaper is up.

Reaper looked at a holo-projector with the Overwatch operative known as Tracer as the subject for study. ❝ I shouldn't be surprised that Oxton would find herself as a priority target. I don't see it though. She's always been nothing more than a mosquito buzzing around at the end of the day... ❞

❝ Never killed someone who didn't deserve it. I don't intend to start now... ❞

Reyes was back at HQ, looking at a polaroid. It was the last picture taken before the rebellion Gabriel led against Jack's vision. ❝ To think that everyone else on my side was putting things into motion at that time... We should have acted then and saved ourselves the trouble. ❞

“𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒏'é𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆 à 𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅.”

A small scoff leaves the wraith's masked face as the mist turned the corner and vanished from sight. That spear was good for delaying, for mutilating the environment. Entering his wraith form already turned him into a vapor of sorts, so trying to vaporize that would ultimately prove fruitless. >>>

❝ Even if it's death by a thousand cuts, it's still a death. ❞ The wraith began to shift away, slowly making their way to a corner with a grunt. ❝ Next time, have an actual /plan/ before you intend to kill the dead... ❞

❝ I owe you about as much of an answer as you owe me one. The people I hunt deserve what's happening to them though, I'll leave it at that. ❞ The wraith's gaze hardens beneath the mask, though no visuals changed outwardly. ❝ You're far from the toughest enemy I've faced though, so don't go >>>

The specter's mask forms in the mist, the bone white color clashing against the pitch black mist. ❝ You act like you're not facing a ghost with your childish tantrum. You think this display scares me? You can't kill that which is already dead. ❞ There wasn't a singular drop of fear in his >>>

As the deafening volley of bullets fire into the sky, the mist remains entirely still. Bullets had no effect on what was effectively a ghost, something made of gas... As the volley began to wane however, the mist lowered itself to the ground as the wraith's voice came from it. ❝ You're wasting >>>

❝ As imprecise as he can be, Mauga has his use... I don't see the mission in Junkertown ending well though. ❞ Cue the phantom of a man folding his arms with a sigh. ❝ They're similar to us, but not keen on holding a leash over him... If he defects, we'll need those chainguns back. ❞

The mist simply kept weaving between rocks and corners, though a bit faster now. That demon was a lunatic... Seems the target the wraith was hunting down was alerted from the sheer volume of the laz-cannon however. It prompted Reaper to manifest and fire two shots into their skull, turning it >>>

❝ Traitors are marked for elimination, but that's assuming they can even be found... ❞ He's fully aware of where Lacroix's been hiding away since her departure from Talon, he just refuses to let anyone else know.

Shadows coalesce and the black mist could be seen sneaking through and around corners. It seems predatory in nature, almost as if it was hunting... Were it after the demon though, it likely would have approached directly.

|☠️| Time to get this show on the road.

❝ Still seeking more recruits, are they? ❞ Reaper took out a small holo-projector and viewed a display of a map. A target was in the area, all he had to do was track them down... ❝ Fine, I'll give them the "training" of their lives... ❞

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Reaper was around, though just about as antisocial as usual it seems.

❝ Is that so? Well, be sure to enjoy the fresh air while it lasts... ❞

❝ Armed, but not dangerous... ❞

❝ Yes, hello... ❞ The reaper clears his throat before folding his arms. ❝ Just what are you up to there, Dr. De Kuiper? ❞

❝ It doesn't matter how well armed you are if you don't know how to /use/ it properly... ❞

❝ Now isn't /this/ an interesting sight... ❞

Reaper was currently in his quarters, browsing the web. He was simply reading the news when a pop-up ad saying "Join Overwatch Today!" appeared on his screen. ❝ Sombra, the compu--! ❞ He stopped himself from calling out halfway through, remembering that the hacker wasn't around anymore. Siiiiigh.

❝ My working theory is that she'll be back some day. Only once someone else takes the reigns or humbles Vendetta however... ❞ That's when Reyes pat Sigma on the shoulder, almost as if he was an old friend. ❝ I haven't any more sanity to lose than when I was alive. Dead men have no minds anymore. ❞

❝ Then you had better pray that this iteration doesn't have emotions like the last one after the procedure... ❞ Reaper scoffed, looking away for a moment before turning his attention back to Vendetta. ❝ It requires constant attention and monitoring. Subjugation of another's will is exhaustive >>>

❝ All of them shall reap what they've sown. Not one soul will ever escape the embrace of death... ❞