What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Soldier Enhancement Program, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on rogue Omniums, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top gunner in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with sending that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the world and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Overwatch and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” video was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
[Shortly after landfall, Jack is given another educational video, featuring a crummy visor-shaped leaf cutout that falls off after he starts crushing the fruit with one finger.]
[ One day shortly following Halloween, 76 will be walking out to find some really stinkin cute baked goods outside his door with a very-clearly DD-sized peanut butter bone cookie.
You know, after he pissed her off with the whole wraith McCree thing and she's Over It and things were ok. She had a lot of leftovers and it's a token of apology. The only note on top is in a (to Jack, familiar) looping hand that simply reads "Please share." because she is also fond of his roommate (and his roommate's dog). No addressee, no signature, no other hints. The cookies are spiced cinnamon, clove, and ginger, and the cupcakes are dark chocolate with cream cheese frosting and truffle spider bodies. The donuts keep the cupcakes from tipping or wiggling, and are chocolate and almond. Enjoy. ♥ ]
are you really sure you're wanting to keep this whole identity thing under wrap because it really looks like you're constantly shooting yourself in the foot we could make it a pretty ceremony and everything
[it's very late in the afternoon. lúcio knows that 76 likes to stalk the streets during the day and retreat to his coffin at night, so he's trying to act quickly. it's not actually as hard as he thought it would be to break into 76's room; he expected a lot more traps.
sitting on 76's bed, he looks around. he's not here to steal anything, but he sure wants to annoy the guy. he's already left his frog stickers... now, what to move...]
[Lúcio will find that despite the fairly liveable kitchen and den area (thanks, Ana), 76's room is extremely spartan, and more what one might find in a shady safehouse for shady vigilantes, rather than the bedroom of a normal person. It's all military-neat, with no personal mementos, save for what is clearly a conspiracy wall. Just...ignore that, maybe.
BUT THEN SURPRISE. 76 is home early--or someone is, at least. There is the sound. Of someone coming through the front door. Hopefully it is just Ana. Right. Right???]
[You have mail! Like, an actual handwritten letter. The address on the outside of the envelope is in careful block letters, to 'Jack Morrison', at the farm. The return address leaves out a name but it's the location of Lion House, so it should be no surprise who the letter is from.]
[Can Jack at all imagine how many revisions this went through before Fareeha actually sent it? The answer is; a lot. Finally, however, she was able to fish through her disjointed and unfocused emotions to come up with something coherent that struck to the heart of the issue.]
Jack,
I have since gotten in touch with my mother 'again', which means the last thing she knew between us before she left was I was in no mood to talk to her and the first thing she knew between us when she reappeared was that I was in no mood to talk to her. I am absolutely shattered by this thought, this reality. Months we worked on our relationship and we were finally healing that gap but in that moment your appearance and the reveal of your lies damaged what had been. You knowingly put her in a position that would harm everything we had gone through.
I know that you couldn't have known she would leave, or return, in such a short amount of time. What I want to know is, if you had known, would you have done it any differently? If you knew this was going to be the outcome, would you have told me, or have allowed her or encouraged her to tell me? I'm committed to trying again, with her, but I need to know from you; was it worth it?
[Yeah, guess who isn't really about writing letters. Hint: this guy. He's a little put off by the fact that she seems to be blaming him for her rocky relationship with Ana, but it's a complicated issue that he's not sure he wants to tackle over snail mail or communication devices. She'll know he's received the letter when she gets a text message in return:]
I think you're missing the point. Not interested in hypotheticals. You know where to find me if you want to talk.
[There's a ping, and 76 will find their TAB lighting up with what is, perhaps, the most straightforward birthday invitation you've ever seen.
Clearly made in a template, maybe titled "PROFESSIONAL LINES" or something equally boring, it invites you to a "a small birthday celebration" at a new restaurant/bar opening in Kauto's Region 1.
There is a button to RSVP, and the additional option to add a "plus one".
[After the footage of the parasite was posted, Lavellan mostly sat around his own house for a few hours stewing in frustrated anxiety. After all, he doesn't know anything about medicine, so for all he knows there's something else in him right now, and it was only his own inherent rationality that kept him from trying to cut open his own stomach.
It's after he reads Jack's conversation with the floating golem-thing that he makes his decision. He knows many of the people he's met here are from a time far after his, and understand many things he doesn't. He also knows that he wants to help contain whatever is happening here, and that Jack looks to be doing something about it. Finally, he knows that he's become, if not friendly, then familiar with Jack and Ana, and they don't seem likely to immediately cart him off to... whatever facility this decontamination is taking place at.
So he takes the risk and goes to the farm--walking, again, to avoid going into any populated areas, because he's not interested in getting arrested. Not that he has any idea if that's happening or not, but he's not taking chances.
At the front door he knocks, because what is ringing a doorbell. When Jack answers Lavellan just raises his left arm--the one that wasn't there before--without preamble so tht Jack can see it, not wanting to waste any of the time he usually does by beating around the bush.]
[Now that Lavellan has paid off his tree debt, 76 doesn't much care about his comings and goings--if he wants to show up and lend them a hand, he finds Lavellan work to do and pays him accordingly. It's not a bad system, all things considered, and he doesn't think much of it when he doesn't see his part-time farm hand for the latter part of the month.
It's not surprising when he shows up at Jack's doorstep, but perhaps it is a little unexpected. The arm is new, that's for sure, and though Jack knows there are many ways to replace a limb, the timing is pretty suspect. He has a feeling he can guess what this is about, but he'll let Lavellan tell him, first.]
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[Well, there's someone he hasn't heard from in a while--not that it's an issue. 76 is more than confident in Venom's ability to handle himself, though it is nice to receive the message. He prefers to text, of course, but he'll make an exception in this case.]
Normal as things get.
[Settling in, keeping bees, chasing a biohazard. You know.]
[There's no warning this time when she returns to the scene of her prior crimes during the worst of the blackout storm: like a stray cat seeking shelter, she finds her way in through the back door, prying— wedging herself in with persistance, and (uniquely) without stealth.
The snow's piled too high outside for that; the wind's too biting, and what she's carrying is too bulky to make silence an immediate concern.
[Jack is still blissfully unaware of the surveillance system Sombra put in place--he's still under the impression that she was only scoping out the compound when he discovered her in the woods, and her work is discreet enough that he hasn't found anything in the interim. Still, he isn't completely inept in that department, though he's mostly used his and Ana's combined knowledge to build a security system of their own. With the power going in and out under the snowstorm, it's certainly not as reliable as it should be, but right now it's good enough for his purposes.
It lets him know that someone is on the premises--worse. in the house.
Jack isn't sure who it could be, given the fact that the storm has really kicked up and Region 2 has been all but evacuated, so he picks up his rifle and turns on a flash light, illuminating the back room just as she tries to creep in through the door.
[Things Jack definitely did not want to wake up to after being dead for a few days: this. It takes him a moment to reply, if only because he's trying not to jump to the worst possible conclusion.]
How long? She might just be tied up at work.
[But he already knows that can't be the case. Snake wouldn't send him a message unless there was real cause for concern. This is unlike her. Both of them know it.]
Jack? Did you see that woman on the network holding that tech and asking about celebrations? That thing looks like Lena's chronal accelerator. I tried calling Lena but... she didn't answer. I'm worried what Sombra has actually is Lena's.
[Sombra didn't confirm it, but all the pieces fit. She can't have possibly taken it from anyone else. Jack knows this is his fault--that they took the opportunity to incapacitate Lena while he was gone, but even though he's back, what can he possibly do? He isn't Winston. He doesn't even know how to go about finding Lena, much less repairing the device.]
[.........how the fuck does he do this, honestly. With normal people it's easy, he chats with them and is sociable. Asks them about how they've been, makes sure they're okay- especially since the shadows arrived last month.
Trying to be sociable with 76 is like talking to a brick wall, though. In the end, he just decides to stick with a simple approach.]
[76 can appreciate the simple approach, though he's not exactly in the mood for cordial greetings when he could get right down to business. Arno isn't someone who would contact him just to shoot the shit.]
[He gets the idea, for the most part, but Jack isn't about to waste much time trying to answer her back. What he can do is let her know he's alive, though the message that gets through is decidedly lacking.]
[When she finds the photo, balanced on the cactus' needles like some sort of cheery trending decoration, she wonders if Lavellan's been collecting other people's belongings as he putters in the garden—maybe old remnants of the station, from a quainter people. People who still printed photographs on paper, for example.
But there's something about it—or, at least, something familiar about its subjects. So rather than hand it over to the greenhouse-desert's keeper, she slips it into her pocket, taking it out every so often throughout the day to wonder. It's not until the third time she takes it out that it hits her like a lightning bolt, so much so that she chides herself for not realizing immediately. Add thirty years, and enough scars to tell a hell of a story...
Still gaping at the picture (and her own lack of immediate awareness), she pulls up 76's-- or, Jack's, as it turned out--contact address, and shoots a short text.]
[Because at one point, yes, he had a photograph, but it never made the trip to the Moira with the rest of his things, for some reason. It's not that he's forgotten about it in the meantime, just that it isn't at the forefront of his mind. When Shepard texts him, however, he knows exactly what photograph she has to be talking about.
(Unless, of course, she happened upon one of Angela's old photos, but he's reasonably certain he cleaned those out of her house when she disappeared).
He supposes he should be glad that it's Shepard contacting him about this--someone who would recognize him in an old photo and have the decency to return it. Jack can't think of many other people who would do that.]
[ Lena knows, on some level, that Widowmaker is messing with her. But the memory of her torture and the way she was shaken afterward, that was real. It's the question of whether Jack and Overwatch knew that she's unsure of. She has to know, one way or the other.
And, selfishly, she wants someone else to know. One of her greatest enemies turned out to be the tortured and brainwashed wife of an Overwatch agent. Lena's not sure what to do with that.
She knocks on Jack's door in a pattern that indicates that it's her. She doesn't know how necessary it is, and there isn't a knock for 'I might be about to drop a huge bomb on you.']
[Jack isn't expecting company, but the familiar knock signals that it's not necessarily unwelcome. As such, he answers fairly promptly, though there might be some confusion on his face as to why she's here.
He tries to downplay it.]
Hey.
[Ana isn't here either, and he's out of his gear, stepping aside and welcoming her into his quarters.]
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[Can Jack at all imagine how many revisions this went through before Fareeha actually sent it? The answer is; a lot. Finally, however, she was able to fish through her disjointed and unfocused emotions to come up with something coherent that struck to the heart of the issue.]
Jack,
I have since gotten in touch with my mother 'again', which means the last thing she knew between us before she left was I was in no mood to talk to her and the first thing she knew between us when she reappeared was that I was in no mood to talk to her. I am absolutely shattered by this thought, this reality. Months we worked on our relationship and we were finally healing that gap but in that moment your appearance and the reveal of your lies damaged what had been. You knowingly put her in a position that would harm everything we had gone through.
I know that you couldn't have known she would leave, or return, in such a short amount of time. What I want to know is, if you had known, would you have done it any differently? If you knew this was going to be the outcome, would you have told me, or have allowed her or encouraged her to tell me? I'm committed to trying again, with her, but I need to know from you; was it worth it?
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TEXT; Backdated to April 10th
Clearly made in a template, maybe titled "PROFESSIONAL LINES" or something equally boring, it invites you to a "a small birthday celebration" at a new restaurant/bar opening in Kauto's Region 1.
There is a button to RSVP, and the additional option to add a "plus one".
It is signed off simply with "SHEPARD".
Will you attend this crunk-ass fête, this... space jam??]
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Thank you for allowing me to fight alongside you.
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It's after he reads Jack's conversation with the floating golem-thing that he makes his decision. He knows many of the people he's met here are from a time far after his, and understand many things he doesn't. He also knows that he wants to help contain whatever is happening here, and that Jack looks to be doing something about it. Finally, he knows that he's become, if not friendly, then familiar with Jack and Ana, and they don't seem likely to immediately cart him off to... whatever facility this decontamination is taking place at.
So he takes the risk and goes to the farm--walking, again, to avoid going into any populated areas, because he's not interested in getting arrested. Not that he has any idea if that's happening or not, but he's not taking chances.
At the front door he knocks, because what is ringing a doorbell. When Jack answers Lavellan just raises his left arm--the one that wasn't there before--without preamble so tht Jack can see it, not wanting to waste any of the time he usually does by beating around the bush.]
I may have a bit of a problem.
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It's not surprising when he shows up at Jack's doorstep, but perhaps it is a little unexpected. The arm is new, that's for sure, and though Jack knows there are many ways to replace a limb, the timing is pretty suspect. He has a feeling he can guess what this is about, but he'll let Lavellan tell him, first.]
What kind of problem?
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BCC'D NORMANDY SECURITIES MASS MAIL; BACKDATED TO MORNING OF MAY 16TH (DAY 36)
Effective immediately, I will be on a leave of extended absence from Normandy Securities offices. Length estimate at this time is a minimum of 45 consecutive days (during the current 100-day cycle). Additionally, subsequent to receipt of this message, I will be unavailable for contact in any form, digital or otherwise.
During this time, the offices of Normandy Securities will be officially CLOSED, as I will be unavailable for collection and assignment of missions for the next remuneration period (Day 52 - 81). Therefor, all employees (defined as "full-time", "part-time", or "freelance") are subsequently placed on paid leave.
As there will be no bonuses available during the Day 52 - 81 paid leave remuneration cycle, please take note of the amount you should receive on Day 82, adjusted to account for this:
FULL-TIME: 550 SENCS
PART-TIME/FREELANCE: 250 SENCS
All employees should automatically receive their standard bonus-included amounts on the morning of Day 51.
As employees, you will still be able to enter and access the Normandy Securities offices and facilities, should you require anything. NOTE: Armory will be on lockdown during this time.
As always, thank you all for your persistent assistance and hard work in helping to form and continue Normandy Securities. Please use this unplanned vacation time to relax and spend some time with those you love.
Yours in service,
LCDR. Jane Shepard
Normandy Securities
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76.
—I'm checking in. Status?
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Normal as things get.
[Settling in, keeping bees, chasing a biohazard. You know.]
Keeping busy?
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[TEXT] probs backdated to like right after June 8
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during the unnatural-winter storm;
The snow's piled too high outside for that; the wind's too biting, and what she's carrying is too bulky to make silence an immediate concern.
Hopefully the storm outside covers her entrance.
Hopefully.]
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It lets him know that someone is on the premises--worse. in the house.
Jack isn't sure who it could be, given the fact that the storm has really kicked up and Region 2 has been all but evacuated, so he picks up his rifle and turns on a flash light, illuminating the back room just as she tries to creep in through the door.
Surprise.]
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Have you seen Angela? She hasn't been returning my messages.
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How long? She might just be tied up at work.
[But he already knows that can't be the case. Snake wouldn't send him a message unless there was real cause for concern. This is unlike her. Both of them know it.]
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{voice } after sombra's post
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[Sombra didn't confirm it, but all the pieces fit. She can't have possibly taken it from anyone else. Jack knows this is his fault--that they took the opportunity to incapacitate Lena while he was gone, but even though he's back, what can he possibly do? He isn't Winston. He doesn't even know how to go about finding Lena, much less repairing the device.]
Do you know anything about the accelerator?
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text; A MILLION YEARS LATER
Trying to be sociable with 76 is like talking to a brick wall, though. In the end, he just decides to stick with a simple approach.]
Monsieur?
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Need something?
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(garbled) audio;
She needs to know... one way or another.
Unfortunately, her TAB is really unreliable. ]
C-- der are --ou o--?
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--ena? Where--
[He's already on the move.]
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Re: audio
TEXT; OCT 17
But there's something about it—or, at least, something familiar about its subjects. So rather than hand it over to the greenhouse-desert's keeper, she slips it into her pocket, taking it out every so often throughout the day to wonder. It's not until the third time she takes it out that it hits her like a lightning bolt, so much so that she chides herself for not realizing immediately. Add thirty years, and enough scars to tell a hell of a story...
Still gaping at the picture (and her own lack of immediate awareness), she pulls up 76's-- or, Jack's, as it turned out--contact address, and shoots a short text.]
Did you lose a photograph recently?
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[Because at one point, yes, he had a photograph, but it never made the trip to the Moira with the rest of his things, for some reason. It's not that he's forgotten about it in the meantime, just that it isn't at the forefront of his mind. When Shepard texts him, however, he knows exactly what photograph she has to be talking about.
(Unless, of course, she happened upon one of Angela's old photos, but he's reasonably certain he cleaned those out of her house when she disappeared).
He supposes he should be glad that it's Shepard contacting him about this--someone who would recognize him in an old photo and have the decency to return it. Jack can't think of many other people who would do that.]
Did you find something?
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action;
And, selfishly, she wants someone else to know. One of her greatest enemies turned out to be the tortured and brainwashed wife of an Overwatch agent. Lena's not sure what to do with that.
She knocks on Jack's door in a pattern that indicates that it's her. She doesn't know how necessary it is, and there isn't a knock for 'I might be about to drop a huge bomb on you.']
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He tries to downplay it.]
Hey.
[Ana isn't here either, and he's out of his gear, stepping aside and welcoming her into his quarters.]
What's up?
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