❝ 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... ❞

❝ There were more factors in play than just her seemingly emotionless state. It was her background, already exceptional agility, and more... ❞ The wraith's tone was defensive, almost as if he was sticking up for a... Friend? ❝ Taloln used her as a weapon, not an individual. That's what kept >>>

❝ I'm going to butcher this "Caronline" thing... ❞

❝ Rest in pieces. No, that's not it... Rust in pieces! ❞ Seems Reaper was living up to his edgy persona, coming up with finisher lines for if he were to go after an Omnic target.

❝ Just because she was friendly with me doesn't mean the feeling was mutual, so no. ❞ Reaper pondered the possibilities for a moment but ultimately decided to say nothing. In several ways, he saw traits of his late daughter in her. He won't hurt her like that... ❝ Losing Lacroix is also >>>

Reyes knew the source of distrust in him was solely because of his history with Vendetta's family, but that didn't mean he was ashamed of it. He felt he made the right call at the time and has stuck by it thus far. ❝ You're being guided by a grudge, but a weaker one than mine. You want to see a >>>

Reaper grunted, dodging to the side. Though the body may be healing through staving off the spread of necrosis, the wounded area would simply remain as is. ❝ Enough /games/. ❞ The dark mist of Reaper's wraith form spreads out around the ground, a blossom of death was ready to be unleashed... Run.~

❝ I didn't leave, but I understand your desire for freedom... ❞ The reaper removes his mask to look at it with his mangled visage. ❝ Lacroix and Sombra left because their goals don't align. I'm staying because I'm here to see the complete destruction of Overwatch through to the end. This place >>>

Reaper has a heart balloon in one of his hands and a heart-tipped arrow in the other. Much like the in-game emote, he pops the heart balloon with the arrow. Seems that's his opinion on Valentine's Day...

Despite the edgy persona he's crafted for himself, Reaper was... Singing? 🎶 Blood is spilt while holding keys to the throne... Born again, but it’s too late to atone! No mercy from the edge of the blade... Dare escape, and learn the price to be paid! 🎶 Of course it'd be 'Hail to the King" . . .

Reaper's lower half became the death smoke, the dark mist... He was intent to choke the life out of Juno as he fired a single shot into Juno's right calf. That was when he heard the rapid footsteps of dozens of footsteps... While he was confident he could take them, he feels this could prove an >>>

Downing a mouthful of the whiskey he had, Reaper let out a low, rumbling sigh mixed with a growl. One downside to being in the state he's permanently in is that he can hardly taste, nor can he get drunk without getting /seriously/ fucked up. ❝ Here's to your memories and what we could have been. ❞

❝ I can't help but recognize that you're not arguing against my point, merely their label. ❞ A dark mist came from the mask of the wraith before he took his mask off. If she was going to get this close, she'd be welcomed to the ghastly sight of the man that once was known as Gabriel Reyes... >>>

Regardless of whether or not the guards heard the scuffle, they were about to hear what was about to occur... Reaper recovered from his stunned state and drew his dual "Hellfire" shotguns. ❝ Don't need to win, just need to make sure /you/ don't either. ❞ BANG! A shot from both was fired at the >>>

Reaper was back outside, that bottle of "Wolves Whiskey" in hand once more. He's staring out at the ocean, the reflection of the moon and stars his only company. ❝ You've probably cursed my names countless times up in Heaven, Martina, but I hope that you and Catalina are still at peace... ❞

C r u n c h ! It was not a skull being crushed, but rather Reaper biting directly into a candied heart he quite literally stole from a baby. . . . His cruelty truly is without limits.

A grunt escaped the assailant as he stagged back, clutching at his mask's eye sockets. Even the dark must yield to the light in the end. He was left wide open, dazed for a good blow or two. Thankfully for the Martian, the wounds should be able to heal properly, not even leaving a scar once treated.

❝ We're allies so long as Overwatch still stands... Only when they're gone will I finally rest. ❞ He made it clear in no uncertain terms that he's around to serve his own ambitions in the end, though it didn't mean he wouldn't follow orders. ❝ Ever since Sombra and Widowmaker defected, I am >>>

The wraith's approach was swift and dangerous, his clawed glove shattering through the helmet's visor with ease. The metal and glass scraping the soft flesh of the other's face. A grim chuckle came from Reaper as his grip began to tighten, the claws gouging the flesh slightly. So much for going >>>

❝ True words, but far from what the coliseum could consider "honorable." But then again, there's no honor among scoundrels, is there? ❞ Reaper folded his arms, his eyes narrowing under his mask. ❝ Was there something you actually /needed/, Vendetta, or are you just here to size me up? ❞

❝ If it isn't the ingrate who couldn't take on Akande without the element of surprise... ❞ Seems Reaper would is capable of firing back with words, the stench of death filling the immediate area. ❝ You're lucky that our goals align for now, lucky that Overwatch still needs to be eradicated. ❞

Reaper vanished into the mist as he went at the floor, reappearing with a jump forward, his vision honed on the agent before him. If she reaches that gear, he'll have no choice but to go loud about it. Granted, if he /has/ to go loud, there's no shame in inflicting lasting wounds to take the >>>

❝ You couldn't have at least /tried/ to keep quiet? You're disturbing the peace and quiet. ❞ Reaper had been looking out over the ocean, a bottle of "Wolves Whiskey" in hand. Now, his head was crooked to look over his shoulder at the reader, his mask shining brightly under the night sky.

Friend, huh? That's rich coming from the man who seems to barely recognize anyone except for Moira and Sombra at any given moment. ❝ Several, though none relate to your particular expertise... The first among them being just what Moira's been doing with you lately. Nothing invasive, I presume? ❞

❝ You've known me longer than you know... By now, you should know why I'm here... ❞ Death is a familiar face to many, especially when faced with hardships such as the conflict between Overwatch and Talon. The key difference in this was just how quickly it would arrive. Lunching from his >>>

❝ Valentine's Day, what a joke... ❞ There used to be a time he celebrated it. Those days, much like the memory of Gabriel Reyes, were gone however.

❝ I guess she wasn't as emotionless as Moira made her, no wonder she left. Just another failure of hers to add to the list... ❞

Reaper was currently sitting in his quarters, Shadow laying in his own little bed. It was a rare moment of relaxation, but it felt right.

Another grunt came from Reaper as the sonic rumbling within him made his stomach churn. It was uncomfortable, but manageable. That's when Reaper fired at the other's legs, aiming specifically for the knees. If he's going to be so mobile, the best way to make the fight easier is to literally >>>

While humor did well to relieve the junker of tension, Reaper couldn't care less. Instead, he simply folded his arms and looked down at the man seemingly tinkering with a bike that was well above his paygrade. ❝ Not surprising I'd find someone like you here. What /is/ surprising however is that >>>

Upon being manifesting his body, Reaper choked the life out of a civilian who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The metal claws gouged into flesh as tears welled in the eyes of the victim, only to be thrown into a dumpster with relative ease. ❝ Target eliminated... ❞ He was >>>

Reaper was examining a fairly large fang at the moment. Its size and curvature wasn't like anything he's seen or heard of before. ❝ Strange... ❞ Maybe he'll take it to Moira for analysis later, maybe he'll simply let a cigar be a cigar and view it as the trophy it was. Who's to say?

The devil seemed almost untouchable, /almost/. The wraith simply nodded, folding his arms as he lowered back to the ground. Seems he's acknowledged there was nothing left to fight for and that the other was beaten in a way that matters. Wasted effort, resources, and time... There was no more >>>

❝ "This isn't like you," they cry... Shows what they knew about me, says I... ❞ Seems like Reaper decided to rhyme and wax poetic, as edgy as it was.

Sadly, no such luck would be found. This wraith was decidedly unbound by the will of God. The mist simply remained, though the upper half of his torso formed behind the other, a shotgun aimed right at the base of a wing... Should the blast connect, the ground turned into a slag ridden waste of >>>

The sheer concussive blast was enough to wound most, but blunt force wasn't enough to get the Reaper to kneel. ❝ Too late, Tadpole.~ ❞ There was a mocking tone in the wraith's voice, a smile being felt just under the mask. Lucio's words rang true... This was messed up. Then again, there was >>>

Reaper was quick to understand just what the other was trying. Destroying the ground limits movement, but that's only a threat to someone who needs to touch it. Reaper's mist ascended, threatening to blind the other in the darkness of decay. He wouldn't remanifest however, not before gauging >>>

The demonic image of the armor was starkly contrasted by the borderline holy looking weapon. Once it fired however, Reaper quickly shifted into mist to evade being bisected in an instant. He reached into his cloak, once again drawing dual "Hellfire" shotguns. He fired a few shots, the tight >>>

It was no surprise the other knew his name, most everyone in Talon did. Very few that called him that were /permitted/ to however. Dr. De Kuiper was one of the few who could walk, erm... Float, away with his life upon uttering it. ❝ I suppose it gives me some sense of peace knowing we're alone >>>