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[fantasmaniac]

[  a long pause  |  beeeep  ]

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surprise

[turntex]

[Somehow, eventually, Dave finds out which room is Reaper's.

And, completely without context or anything even vaguely resembling it, he shoves this masterpiece under the door to be discovered and appreciated at Reaper's leisure.]

wauugh

[fantasmaniac]

[ Whenever Reaper comes back to his quarters, the picture is looked at for a full three seconds before he ignores it forever. ]

action; after a long, long day of responsible investigation

[vata]

Finishing touches being what they are (mostly instantaneous, and easily routed through the nearest Legion technological hub) Sombra's already scrubbing the last bits of evidence of her old calling card from still-flickering screens by the time he shows up. The uniform's off as well, swapped out for a casual pair of pants and the undershirt from her original kit: easier to relax in than plated tech housing, less of a strain on the plugs and wiring that peek out beneath fabric, helping to illuminate an already dimly-lit bunker.

Every few seconds she stops for another bite of a sandwich stolen away from the mess hall (bland, but hey, it's not made out of anything alien), washed down with an overly bitter lager that's long since reached room temperature. Sombra doesn't even bother to look up from her work as he coalesces, thumbing at the spare can sitting nearby.

"Saved you a beer."

Starting the countdown timer now until he directly asks what she learned.

[fantasmaniac]

She doesn't miss a beat. His entrance is no different from before, and he expects nothing different from her in return. The offer of beer is, however, deftly ignored.

Don't even bother setting the timer. He's not exactly one for small talk; there's really nothing else to bring up right now anyway. At least she seems to be settling in nicely, he thinks with some amount of sarcasm. She always did adapt quickly with her surroundings.

"Your report."

[vata]

"I promised I'd have something to show you, didn't I?" Said over a bite of sandwich that's been stuffed into her cheek. She drops the rest on the desk, turning to face him with a hand pointing enthusiastically towards the hallway at his back.

Brushing past him comes easily (as does indirectly ignoring his demand).

"Follow me."

It's not a narrow space, but the low ceiling makes the hall feel large enough for one at best, even with a couple of rickety doors left half-cracked. To her? It's perfect. To him? Who knows - he's broad creature even on the worst of days.

[fantasmaniac]

He allows a hum of acknowledgement, but otherwise remains silent as she gestures behind him. His tendency to get straight to the point didn't begin with her, per se, but it sure comes in handy when it turned out that the genius hacker he'd been paired with alongside Widowmaker was just as theatrical as he was... albeit in different ways. Where he preferred dramatics, she liked to string things along and build up tension or anticipation.

And honestly? It works. He brushes off her little idiosyncrasies without as much as a gritted out Sombraaa from time to time, and in most situations he lets her lead him along as she pleases unless it gets out of hand.

The hallway does feel a bit...snug. It feels like a hiding hole, where a little rodent burrows through its intricate labyrinth of hallways and doors. Where it keeps its secrets, scattered about the place in little spots where to an untrained eye or one unfamiliar with her secrets in the first place would see them as nothing. It is perfect for her, and he has little to say about it in regards to himself.

[vata]

Palms squared off against a door near the back of the old safehouse, just where the corridor turns sharply, Sombra flicks one last knowing glance over her shoulder at him. She wonders if he assumes she's found his shotgun. Then again, maybe he knows better than to lean on optimistic hope in conjunction with the delight she takes in dragging everything— no matter the circumstances— out to its fullest.

And then she presses against it, stepping inside (one arm raised in a universal sign of showmanship), keeping the door pinned open at her back so that he can fully follow suit.

"Tadaaa."

It's...a room.

Standard-sized, a little dark aside from the overhead light hanging above them and a pair of candles sitting in the opposite windowsill that look more suited to a church than an industrial hybrid bunker. There's a sofa on one end dragged in front of workshop shelving, a bed— small, and like everything else here, worn— and a desk that's undisputedly missing a chair.

All in all, unimpressive.

voice; some days after their last conversation, before movie night

[vata]

Where are you.

[fantasmaniac]

[ That all depends on what you need him for...

But the sound of crackling fire in the background might give her a hint.]

Around. What is it?

[vata]

[Ayiyi, Gabe.]

I want to talk to you.

[Does she ever say anything like that normally? It's 'we need to talk' or 'there's a problem— this? This is new.]

[fantasmaniac]

[ OK, true, it's a little out of the ordinary. If it's something that she apparently needs to see him in person to talk about, then it must be... important? He's not sure. New things with Sombra is always Very Unsure.

So after a deliberate pause: ]

Swiss HQ.

[vata]

You're sure no one else is there?

[Now, more than ever, it's an important question to ask.]

text;

[vata]

You in?

[This message brought to you by: the living room because she's too lazy to check.]

[fantasmaniac]

[ he knows she's out there but figures this is faster. ]

Yes

[vata]

Come here. I need to show you something, it's important.

[fantasmaniac]

[ To which he doesn't reply, but she'll notice the obvious smoke trail streaming into the room besides her. He doesn't even ask her, he just stands there expectantly. ]

[vata]

Check it out. [Sombra quickly snaps her attention back over the curve of her shoulder towards him just in time for the paneled lenses of Widowmaker's visor to lock down across her eyes with a faint, metallic click, red displays glinting viciously in the low light of their shared safehouse. Topped off with a picturesquely haughty tilt of her chin, Sombra watches his fractal image a beat longer before asking, expectantly (proudly):]

¿Qué opinas?

at a nebulous time

[mylawn]

[Jack knows he shouldn't bother--that Reaper isn't going to care about solo missions he goes on or contingency plans in the event something unpredictable happens. Still, he'd feel a little remiss if he didn't say something, even if that means putting himself in a position to get shot. He reminds himself that if Reaper wanted him dead, it most certainly would have happened by now, rules or no rules.

So he finds himself back in the burning ruins of HQ. It's his best bet for finding Reaper at any given time, and he stomps out to his chalk outline on the ground, standing right in the center of it before addressing the occupant he hopes is around.]

Get down here, Reyes.

[It is time for a talk.]

[fantasmaniac]

[ Good timing, Jack. He usually rotates his schedule every now and again, especially after Widowmaker made her appearance on Legion World. A lot of brooding time was certainly spent here after their 'talk' as well, mulling over not only what they'd talked about and how that made him feel on top of Sombra's own line of questioning about his purpose outside of Talon's objectives. Today is an especially brooding day.

Doesn't help that Jack's ruining his chalk drawings! Even something so petty is enough to get him out of the crevice or room he was holed up in, especially when it's Jack stomping out his own outline. Like desecrating a memorial. If anything, he'll convince himself that it's the reason for his swift arrival, opting to land square in the middle of the open area in front of Jack rather than slinking out from the shadows like he normally does. A flurry of smoke later, he's striding towards him. ]

Another talk, Morrison? Looks like you don't remember how the last 'talks' of ours went.

[mylawn]

[Well, that got his attention. Good. Jack is gonna casually grind out part of the outline with his heel while he waits, but it doesn't take Reaper very long to ghost right to him. He doesn't think this will accomplish anything, but he thinks he might feel better for trying.

Or worse, depending. It's always a crapshoot with Reyes.]

No.

[This isn't a talk like the rest of their talks, and he's pretty sure Reyes isn't going to care, but Jack thinks he wants to tell him anyway.]

I'm heading out on a solo mission. I wanted you to know.

[fantasmaniac]

[ The slight downward tilt of his mask indicates he's just staring at Jack's heel, watching him scrub out the lines as the annoyance bubbles up within him but when Jack mentions a mission? He looks up, curious. Not that he's surprised at the thought of 76 going off on a mission alone, but the fact that he came here to tell him specifically... why?

Is there some sort of reason behind this mission? Was he going to do something incredibly reckless (that is, more reckless than going off on a mission alone) that perhaps he needed to tell someone just in case he didn't make it? If that were the case, why not Tracer? Did he already tell Tracer, or is she part of the rounds later on as well?

So many questions... he's not even sure where to start. ]

Came all the way here to just tell me?

[ There's a distinct lack of bite to the words, like Reyes actually is grateful Jack did it anyway but trying not to let it show. He would definitely find things amiss if one day he just realized Jack wasn't Around and had gone and died somewhere like some idiot on a mission that didn't even fucking matter. ]

Sounds like a suicide mission if that's the case.

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[araignee_du_soir]

Sombra's cover was just blown. I have her back.

[fantasmaniac]

[ She won't receive the usual prompt order from him, weaving together some paranoia-spurred plan of keeping in contact about Sombra's actions. Don't meet at the safehouse. In case such a thing happened, he'd probably tell them to rendezvous at Jack's old biome (or at least where it used to stand) to try and salvage the situation.

But instead, she gets a long pause. It's probably not until 10 minutes later that he finally replies. ]

This is a secure line. Who are you and how did you get this number?

[araignee_du_soir]

[araignee_du_soir]

[There was a moment, a brief tiny little one, where Widowmaker felt the urge to throw her omnicomm after she received that reply. But she didn't, the urge dissipating immediately. Besides, she didn't want to bring attention to herself with Sombra practically right below her.

Instead, Widowmaker chose not to reply at all. If this was the response she got, it indicated that Reaper was no longer Reaper and therefore a liability. He could take care of himself and the last thing she needed was Commander Reyes of Blackwatch getting his teeth into something that she would need to kill him over. He certainly wouldn't know her to be an ally and she wasn't about to play old games again.

She would let this ride out with Reaper. Until he did something that warranted a reaction.]