Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

Just an FYI, I'm having fun, but if you want to take a break or stop at any point, don't feel like you're obligated to keep playing. I know how things get sometimes. Reaper stared up at her with cold, empty eyes, and though his mask was expressionless always, she'd almost get the sense that he was scowling at her. The man let out a scoff. Is that right? he challenged at her rather bold claim. Was Widowmaker so certain of his obsession with her? What's to say he wasn't just entertaining himself? She was a convenient enough tool to pass the time. Further still, who was to say that she wasn't addicted to him ? Well. She was a manipulator. He reminded himself of that. Always had been. When she told him to lead the way, he grunted in response and didn't speak out loud. The man dissipated in to smoke and shadow, passing right through the assassin with the cold chill of death. He took form on the ramp again, setting his heavy boots on to the slope. Just as he did, the door leading from the bay in to the cockpit opened up, a Talon pilot stepping out and looking rather... well, unsure. Reaper heard his footsteps and sighed. Right... He'd almost forgotten. Couldn't have the man telling stories about how Reaper and Widowmaker had fucked each other silly on the way back home. Turning, he fished in to the inside of his coat and pulled out one of his large, one-handed shotguns. He aimed the thing at Widowmaker, then shot right past her. The pilot's armor exploded as a large series of holes formed in his chest, and he fell back in to the cockpit, dead without a sound. Reaper eyed his weapon, and though it still had three shots left, he simply tossed it on to the floor at his feet, then glanced at Widowmaker again. Coming, my love? he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. When he stepped out, they were on a large Talon base, stuck somewhere far beneath ground. The hangar they'd landed in was bustling with activity, most of the Talon soldiers gathered around small TVs and watching the news. The assassination was being covered on every major station across the world. Looks like somebody's famous. We can skip ahead with Reaper and Widowmaker here, or move to another scene between two others, etc., whatever you'd like to do. Feel free to poke me in PM about it. Winston eyed Tracer, looking a bit unsure as they made their way in to the barn together. He sighed, thinking to himself. Animals were kept in barns, weren't they? A frown. Well, he wasn't sure if he'd consider himself an animal. After all, he was the closest living creature to humans, the closest living thing to Lena, but, at the same time -- ... No. If his kind could take over the moon, then he was sure he was sophisticated enough to be counted as a person. Winston tried not to think about it too much. Wow, the man lowly murmured, his eyes lighting up as they made their way inside. One light came on -- then the next, and the next, and the next, until the whole place was illuminated. I haven't seen this before. He walked -- well, hobbled, really -- past Lena and moved to inspect the place. Gerard wasn't a great scientist by any means, nor was his widow, Amelie. The only two others he could think that would have use for a lab like this were Mei and Mercy -- and, well, himself, of course. As he walked by one of the many screens and terminals, it came to life and something popped up on the monitor. ATHENA Prototype - Activate? Y N Just as Winston was about to touch a button, Tracer caught his attention again. Huh? he asked, having barely heard her slip-up about romance. When she turned to face him, heading towards the kitchen and undressing herself along the way, he caught a look in her eyes he hadn't ever really seen before. It was mischievous. Not that Lena was usually anything but mischievous, but this time, it was different. Less playful, more serious. Less witty and cute, and more... predatory. He wondered why she'd done that. Any other man might have been able to take the hint, but not Winston. It confused him. I'm coming, I'm coming, he sighed, looking back at the screen again. With a roll of his shoulders, he followed after Tracer, eventually catching up, though she'd disappeared from sight before he'd had the chance to. Turning the corner, he caught sight of her again, but there wasn't any telling what she was up to. Wine? I don't know -- my body's built for more alcohol than most humans can handle. It'll take a lot to get me going...