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

Winston! screamed Tracer, feeling the suddenly accelerations just before they landed together on the ground. She let herself slide off his arm and then she gave his hand a pull, leading him through a wood path. Come on. Its getting dark. Weve been at this all day. She let her accelerator lower its power a bit as she gazed off at the sun hiding behind the trees. I never really knew the Lacroixs. I guess you must have spent time with them. I get the feeling youve been here before. The wooded path opened to a meadow protecting a quant stone barn. Lifting a large metal hook, latching a barn door, Tracer opened a converted garage entrance. She turned and gave Winston a mischievous smile. I didnt want to be at the main house tonight with all the guards poking their noses around. She flung open the door. Come on. Well enjoy an evening in provence. She turned and walked backwards across a polished cement floor as she yank herself free of her bomber jacket, pulling it out from under her chronal accelerator straps. She dropped the leather jacket on the floor. She tightened up her equipment straps around her shoulders, but started tugging at her holster straps wrapping her legs. She stopped and let her guns drop to the floor. She kicked off her shoes. I thought it would be more rustic. I didnt realize they had revamped the insides like this. Its so Overwatch lab looking. The dcor brought a smile to her face at that moment, because she realized, Winston would like it. She pointed at two large tractor tires by a lead glass window, a rusty pitchfork, and some out of place bails of hay. There are the tires I glimpsed when I did a millisecond run by. Its like a barn in that corner. Overhead lights turned on. Wow, Grard like his tools. Car shops have less equipment than this place. More lights flickered on as she flipped switch after switch. Cor blimey!, said Tracer. Its big. Less romantic thoughI mean rustic than I had hoped. Itll just have to do. Right Winston? Hey! Theres a kitchen. I bet he has wine. Her hands reached under the glow of her accelerator and she started to unzip her catsuit underneath as she walked backwards for a few steps and just stared at him. She turned and looked over her shoulder while proceeding over to the open kitchen area. You want more? said Windowmaker. Youll never get enough of me. She didnt like being asked if she was sore. It suggested weakness. She suddenly grabbed onto the overhead mesh as the aircraft landed. She wanted to think of some insult comment about a quickie, but instead picked up her riffle. Lead the way, big boy. One day, shed eventually see some of the Talon leaders. She could then decide if she wanted to kill them on the spot or wait till later. It depended on how suicidal she felt at the moment. The morbid notion gently ebbed and flowed in and out of her mindjust like any normal person wouldshe paused to think about that. Maybe normal people didnt ride a roller coaster of guilt flashes and cold apathy. No, surely everyone felt like riding the edge of death now and then. She pushed the thoughts to a corner of her mind and slung her duffle bag over her shoulder. The sack almost matched her size, but she managed its weight quite easily. A green light turned on, and Widowmaker slammed her hand against a large button. The rear exit of the platform opened. She looked back at the Reaper, before he did something annoyingly dramatic like disappear into vapors. Ive always wanted to try it upside-down, hanging from a cable. There are a lot of high ceilings on campus. C'est juste pour She turned and walked down the ramp.