And all my epiphanies

[hellshot]

who: Reaper - Open to all + private prompts.
what: The Butterfly Effect player plot with various characters.
when: FORWARD DATED Between June 10th-20th
where: Various locations around Riverview Quarantine.
warnings: Mentions of Reaper's once-dead face, MAYBE? Otherwise nothing, for once.



Side: OPEN

[Even if he's not toting the same skull-faced mask he had been up until recently--it doesn't mean that his manner has changed all that much. At least, not on first glance of the man. He seems to have a heavy brow and a serious case of resting bitch face. It doesn't help that his face is scarred in multiple places, and he looks like he belongs on a football field or in a boxing ring, and not walking around Riverview Quarantine like an aimless nomad.

It seems too late by the time you make eyecontact with the man, as he seems to lock his gaze onto yours with the intent to speak.]

Hey. Can you help me out.

[Surprisingly, his voice isn't nearly half as gruff as you might remember(or expect, if you haven't heard him over the network before) as he brandishes a piece of paper at you. On it, there's a roughly hen-scratched list of items.]

I'm looking for a few things. You'd think that I'd have gone looking for them in the two months I've been here, but I guess I've been a lazy asshole. Don't know the shops around here too well. Mind pointing me in the right direction?

Comments

closed to Eichi

[hellshot]

[In the few months the odd pair have known each other, this would be the very first time that 'Reaper' has ever done anything of this sort or flavour. He's never once made an excuse to check on Eichi personally at the hospital; perhaps passing in and asking doctors about him before leaving, at most. But let's just say, for the first time since he'd arrived out in space, he felt a need to check up on the sickly idol.

He's granted access to the ward easily enough, all it takes is a few smiles and a few remarks to prove he knew the troublesome youth to get in. He's dressed in his usual clothing, with the only difference being that he's missing his very iconic skull-like mask.

Of course, given their experiences on the Eluvio, it's likely Eichi would recognise this face--but what he won't recognise is the cheeky grin that's smeared across the usually dead looking man's face.]

Here I thought I was going to catch you trying to make a break out the window. Playing nice with your 'jailers', brat?

[finethanks]

[Looking up from his phone, Eichi glances over to the man who enters. It's surprising, at first, but he recognizes everything about him. How, though...?]

What a casual reveal, entering my hospital room looking like that, Reaper-san. It's so impressive it's startling, actually. Did you try a new type of skin product?

But anyway, seeing that I've already tried to escape through the window some time in the past and it only got me in further trouble, I'd rather not waste the energy on it now. You see, even sitting up like this is taking some effort, so this is the most that I can do.

[hellshot]

['Reaper'. He gives the other a bit of a confused look as he's called by that name, of all things. Pulling up the edge of his beanie a little to scratch the short, curly locks of hair underneath before pulling it back down.]

I don't have guard duty, of course I'm playing it casual. But what the hell do you mean by skin product? They've got you on some real heavy drugs today or something, kid.

[As he moves over to drop the plastic bag he's carrying on the side of Eichi's bed. Inside he'll find a container of still-warm chicken fried rice and some potstickers.]

And you're having trouble finding energy because they don't feed you idiots properly in this place. It's the goddamn same in every hospital I visit. The damn food is fit for rats.

closed to Sieglinde

[hellshot]

[Even if he's lacking his once 'invulnerable' body and nearly incessant itchy trigger finger, that doesn't mean he feels less suited for his job with the Perimeter Guard. Quite the opposite, really--having been freed of his nearly sleepless former state of being, he's got far more energy in his step as he does one of his rounds along the outer wall to the quarantine.

It's when he catches sight of the very hard to miss sight of a certain fellow guard in very odd armour. He's seen her about the network and he's sure he's exchanged 'hellos' with her somewhere along the line, but...

As he watches the armoured knight, he's not too slow in realising the actions she's taking. Which means he's going to be the busybody he normally wouldn't be were he wearing his cloak and mask.]

--Hey, there, you-- Hey, I said-- HEY!

[He's out into a full jog towards the knight now as she continues on her apparent quest to sneak past the wall: On her own.]

You do know they advise against going out on your own. What in the hell are you doing, girl??

[oniondaughter]

[Sieglinde almost doesn't stop when she hears Gabe calling. The only thing that stops her is the thought that the man will follow her into the wilderness and risk his own life - That's not something she wants on her conscience. ]

You needn't worry about me, sir. I'll be all right, I promise - I just need to get away from the city for a bit, is all.

[When she says she needs to get away, she means that literally. Undead lose themselves if they dont have a task or a goal to commit their minds to.

Going outside and killing a few beasts will do the job and keep her sane for now. Certainly better than guarding the perimeter will.]

[hellshot]

[She's not at all wrong about that. Entirely correct, actually--if she thought for a second that she was going to run out into the wilds alone, she was as crazy as that onion armour she wore.

He reaches up to pull his hat up off his forehead a little, giving her a look.]

Like I said, that's all well and good if you want to go out there and get some exercise for your weapon and legs.

Alone.

You're going alone.

You know that's asking for trouble. There are things out there that can swallow you whole, armour and all.

closed to Jacob/Romulus

[hellshot]

[He's been in this place for nearly two months, and getting used to a job that involved fighting monsters instead of robots was already starting to become everyday for him.

On the other side of things, though, he's already had to drag one brat back after she'd thrown herself into danger this week. As a result, being extra careful about people who really don't belong anywhere near the outskirts of the quarantine is high on a certain ex-Wraith's agenda for the day. It's likely why he gets so annoyed when he sees the figure of another person a little too far outside the 'safer' regions of the inner walls. What with the trouble they've been having with flying monsters lately, this guy looked every bit like a target for a dash-and-grab from one of the feathery beasts.

Which is exactly why a heavy hand is landing on the boy's shoulder as he's back-on to the beanie-wearing guard.]

Don't you think you're a little bit too far out? If you're lost, you--

[Wait, this is... the guy he'd met recently, isn't it? His memories of the conversation is blurry, but...] Or are you trying to prove something, here?

[aeturnus]

[ He doesn't mean to be troublesome, not at all. There's just... too much going on the further into the heart of this strange and familiar city. Even back home whenever he went out into the crowds it was with his brother or at least a friendly face. This is entirely different and it sends fissures of anxiety down his spine over and over and over.

So he places distance between himself and all the people. Then more distance. And then he sees the amazing greenery and tall, abandoned buildings and he becomes enraptured, more peaceful than he has been for a while with only the murmuring of his constant worry in the background.

Then someone has him grasped by the shoulder and he jumps, whirling around and immediately bowing his head before he can even make eye contact with whoever it is. He shouldn't be here, no one else is, and he's just been caught— ]

I'm so sorry, sir! Please, I know not what I'm doing here in this strange land. I... I... was merely...

[ He trails off because excuses don't have a place here. He's just going to wait for the man before him to come to his own conclusions. ]

[hellshot]

You were merely 'what'? [The inquiry isn't nearly half as aggressive as it might be were he to be talking with a more sour version of 'Reaper', giving the guy a look as if to say he's ready to hear an explanation. But the guy went and trailed his sentence and he's damn sure he just watched the guy's gaze hit the ground in real-time.

Either he's choked up, he's drunk, or something really was mixed in the water this morning.]

If you're ten ways of mixed up, then the last place you should be is out here. Have you been drinking? And it's Reyes, not sir. Respect is appreciated, but I'm not your general.

closed to Dodger

[hellshot]

[He's minding his own business, honestly--it's impressive that he's managed to get a quiet moment to himself today. People have been bugging at him for the last few days now, getting his name wrong and being weirdly pleasant about the fact that he's 'not in some weird getup'. There's nothing weird about wandering around in a basic chest guard and hoodie, and there's even less weird about wearing belts full of shotgun shells when you use a shotgun for working the perimeter guard.

Other than his usual mask and trenchcoat missing, however, Grabriel sits in the dining area for one of the restaurants near the housing quarters, enjoying what feels like the first takeout meal he's had in ages. A mess of fries with sauce and three cheeseburgers. (He's a big man from LA, what the fuck do you want from him.) From behind, he's still wearing his old hood and is still unmistakably 'Reaper', up until you see his face and the lack of the skull motif. Replaced with a sharp-jawed man with dark skin and far too many scars lining his face.

His eyes meet with Dodger's as the man approaches him, and he raises a hand. Uh-uh. No.]

Before you ask, you're not getting one. I woke up feeling like I've not fucking eaten in a week. Buy your own.

[The attitude is... very clearly still reaper, but there's far less bite in his voice and... did that sound like a joke?]

[undeflective]

[Jamie's been in a pretty awkward spot - simultaneously remembering and not remembering all sorts of people, his own memories mixing awkwardly with the version of him that's apparently been here for months, with all of their memories trying to fill the same spots and just giving him a headache if he thinks about it too long. At least, since he has no skills as a mechanic, he has leave off of his work... but that means a lot of free time to simply follow his curiosity, and he is as impulsive with it as any other form of Dodger.

He recognizes Reaper by the hood; there's a stronger pull to him than he feels toward most anyone else here, and without hesitation he follows the instinct to sit across from him. There's a flash of memory reminding him there should be a skull mask, but he's sure this is the right man... he can only assume he's under the same sort of influence Jamie himself is under.]

No sweat, mate. I'm not a vulture, I've got manners. [He's not the type to turn down free meals, but.. he's also not dumb enough to get between a hungry man and his food, having been that hungry man many times before.] I uh... don't believe we've met, but I'm tracking down- shall we say acquaintances, of a Mr. Jamie Dodger? And I believe you know him, he listed you in his notes as Gabriel.

[He's not sure if that's exactly the right move to make, but if this is the face behind the mask... he figures it appropriate to match it with the name behind the alias.]

[hellshot]

[He's going to take a long moment to regard this sweater-vest wearing man with a very long, and probably very tense stare that doesn't show much outward emotion. Even before he died, it seems that Reyes was equipped with a very deadly case of resting bitch face, and it's being put to extreme practice in these few moments. Without taking his eyes off the other, the once-dead merc takes a purposeful few seconds to pull the wrapper down a little furthur from his already half-eaten cheeseburger, and take a bite that can really only be described as 'bear-like'.

He's trying to place the man. The hair, the accent, the vernacular, it's all too polite for anything he can recognise right out of the gate. But he's also a man who's worked in black-ops all his life, and seeing recognisable features in those who might be overdressed is one of his skills. However... The lack of scars and tattoos is what throws him off, so upon swallowing his bite of burger, he picks up his drink. A single wave of it at the other.]

You his brother or something? Just arrived, and going around making amends for the shit that boy's been up to since the gate spit him out or something?

[Because hoo boy, that would definitely be something straight out of some short story, but...]

I know the guy. Though you'd already know that, what with how you sat down across from me with confidence.

[But finally--someone who addresses him by his real name first, and not by that odd 'Reaper' title.]

closed thread for Gladiolus

[hellshot]

[Other perimeter guards might advise something against this sort of behavior, but it's not like Gabriel's a man who's ever been against something like bending or even breaking the rules to be a little more in his favour.

It's during part of his break, anyway, as he sits at the barracks, his feet up on the table, his communicator in one hand and a beer in the other. Another half-dozen cans of chilled beer sit near his feet on the table as he relaxes, and he doesn't seem too concerned about his surroundings.

At least, not until a certain broad-shouldered 'kingsguard' walks into the barracks. He checks the clock with a glance, before giving a small scoff of a laugh.]

Are you always early, or is it part of your goldenboy act. [He's dressed just as 'Reaper' would be, minus the clawed gauntlets and ... most importantly, the skull-like mask. Gladio has seen the horrid mess that had been Gabriel's face, so seeing him like this now might be a bit... strange, for the man.] Sit and have a drink before you get ready to go out. If you're here this early, you can handle taking it easy for a bit.

[leatherdaddy]

[ This is fascinating, it's like getting a glimpse on a whole different side of the man behind the mask. Reaper before he became Reaper, all bristling and hard edges and cutting remarks. He's... warmer. Personable. He seems to take a look at someone and understands them completely, accepts them, challenges them.

Six, he'd have made such a good Kingsglaive or Crownsguard or... anything. His natural magnetism, the soft skills that escape your average soldier... he's got it in spades. Gladio can't help but be intrigued by this very different side of Reaper he never could have guessed. ]

Hey, don't mind if I do.

Listen, don't take this the wrong way but... you're a totally different kind of mentor than I'm used to.

[ This is as diplomatic as it gets. Gladio grins wide and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. ]

Hey -- Wanna go for a round before the others show up?

[hellshot]

[There was more than one reason he'd gotten into a leadership position in Overwatch, after all. If it was just down to skill and strength, there were more than enough muscle-headed idiots who could have taken the wheel. But it was Reyes' knowledge of how to handle people, how to draw them in and boost morale that made him an easy man to follow.

All traits he seemed to have lost when he 'died'--or traits that he simply started neglecting as he'd decided the world didn't deserve a 'Hero' he used to stand tall being.

He looks up at Gladio when the bigger man tells him not to take something the wrong way, and he can't help but to give him a questioning look--pulling his hat up a little against his brow.

A moment passes, and he cracks a bit of a smirk at the other.]

You'd sooner manage to beat me in an arm-wrestling match than you'd insult me, kiddo.

But if you're asking to wrestle me, I'm gonna' tell you now, I ain't a guy who knows the meaning of the phrase 'hold back.'

[carrotkeeper]

[It's not the request itself that makes her stop in her tracks, but something in his voice is familiar and so is that outfit. It's right on the tip of her tongue.]

Oh, sure. Let's see here.

[She raises her finger to touch the page and glances at every word. Shopping is one of her main hobbies and it's easy for her to recall where a few of these items are located at.]

These are in different areas. Which is the most important? I'll point you that way first.

[hellshot]

[It's quite a list. Things that would be on any normal person's grocery list near the front, passing into 'new homeowner' territory around the middle, and then something along the lines of 'military gear' near the bottom.

Either way, when the girl answers not only with gusto, but with knowledge of pretty much everything he's looking for, he can't help but to laugh.]

Looks like I asked the right person for the job. Lucky me.

[A moment.]

Aren't you Amicita's little sister?

[onthehalfshell]

[Wikus glances up from the TV as someone walks into the apartment, but turns his attention back to his show when he realizes it's just his tall, dark and surly floormate and not another unexpected new roomie.

He blinks at the TV screen a few times, feeling like something is off... Spinning back around, he gapes plainly at Gabe's face.]

What the fok, man?!

[Franky he sounds offended. And a bit unclear, because he's finished losing all his teeth and there's some weird bumps in his gums that he's pretty sure are budding mandibles.

His antennae twitch irritably.]

[hellshot]

['What the fuck, man' could go both ways here. Gabriel damn near freezes like he's been caught in a blizzard when his (once) fellow horrorterror roommate speaks to him. His face has been getting worse, what with the alien mutation he's been... dealing with, but somehow Gabe doesn't feel one bit scared of him.


Weird.]

....

You've seen better days. It's getting worse, huh. [Because that's the exact way you respond to someone you shared a common trait with before today. Where Gabe's face is usually looking like it's on the verge of falling apart, he looked... fine, now.]

What's that look for.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's been getting a distinct feeling of deja vu as he makes his way around the city. People seem familiar, but there's little differences that don't seem to be adding up in his mind. As for Ivar himself, that air about teenager, always so angry and dangerous, has left, replaced by someone a lot calmer and less likely to shove a knife in someone's throat.

Gabriel sounds familiar, like he's heard it somewhere before, but again, there's enough differences there to make Ivar stare when he's asked a question on the streets. It passes after a moment and he answers.]

Food is that way-- [He points to the left.] --clothes are that way-- [He points to the right.] --and just about everything else is that way. [He points up the street.] What're you needing? I can tell you the best places that won't fleece you.

[hellshot]

I'm from California. If there's one thing I'm used to is being fleeced when it comes to shopping.

[There's a bit of a grumble in his voice as he looks off in each direction the bright-eyed viking points him into.]

Don't like owing people favours, but if you show me these stores that won't gut me with their shitty prices, I'll at least see that you're fed for your trouble.

[He doesn't want to spend too long doing the chore that's shopping, after all.]

[onblackwings]

[ It takes her a few seconds to realize she's been addressed. That's what you get in this city for minding your own business -- someone comes up to you and starts talking about needing help. Onyx turns to face him with a knit in her brow, and spends only a second or two on the bit of paper before deciding his face is more interesting to consider instead. It's a face that looks like it's seen a lot of battle, which, generally speaking, makes for an appealing face. As far as humans go, anyway. ]

I could. [ She cocks her head, playing it casual, as if she had any actual idea where anything was around here. She's even more lost than this guy, honestly. ] Is there anything in it for me?

[hellshot]

[Were he entirely familiar with the city setting, and if there was anyone else around worth chatting up, he'd likely have asked them to help him. But given Hanzo and Genji are... on the wrong side of 'not themselves' lately and McCree and Amelie weren't available...
Well.

He's certainly not against asking help of the common folk. Besides, this woman's easy reply of 'is there anything in it for me' is one he expected. And is prepared for.]

Depends on what you're interested in. I could pay you. Or I could make sure you're fed for your trouble.

Unless you got something else in that head of yours that I could help you out with instead. [Perfectly diplomatic.]

[kuyamu]

[ Hanzo doesn't remember Riverview, but he's done his research; and since he has no way of knowing how long he'll be here, he thinks it might be best to walk around and investigate the place on foot, familiarise himself whether it's for the long haul or quick routes in a fight. which is how he runs into Gabriel, and as soon as he gets past the shock of it (because what are the chances, honestly) he stands straight and rigid.

his chassis is similar to Genji's, clearly stemming from the same design, although his colour scheme is black and blue rather than white and green, and a great deal of it is hidden underneath the kyudo-gi he still wears. there's no sword, either; not a single blade on him, just the bow and arrows he always carries. but the most notable difference is his mask — where Genji's would form something of a face, Hanzo's is a sleek black visor, a hard shell with no way of discerning the features behind it.

he bows quickly, relieved beyond words just to have Gabriel here. (he shouldn't be; omnic, he tells himself. emotionless.) ]

Commander Reyes, sir. I... [ and then he actually processes the request beyond his automatic response to Gabriel's presence. he hesitates, looking as awkward as a faceless cyborg can. ] I... do not know well myself, but I have some idea.

[ also unlike Genji, his voice is monotone, even beneath the heavy processing of it. ]

gets to this super late, thanks life

[hellshot]

[Honestly, he doesn't know how to touch this at all when Hanzo first speaks to him. While he himself doesn't remember being the Reaper, he doesn't remember Hanzo ever being part of his sect, either. Especially... not like this.

He takes a moment to openly stare at Hanzo with an expression that can really only be described as shock...
And he takes the next few moments to figure this out in his own head. Which means, Hanzo's going to be subject to a very large man who he considers His Commander to stare at him in oppressive silence.

It's likely why he'd asked the guy without a second glance to help him. He hadn't recognised him--the metallic body and dead stare--he's not how Hanzo should be. He knows, by now, that there's something not right happening in Riverview, so he can logic... this out to be related. But...

It was as if Hanzo had been subject to Angela's surgeries and rebuilding operations in his brothers' place. It was ... a shock, to say the least.]

...Yeah, hold that thought for a second, kid. [Because he's suddenly not so interested in his own shopping needs. Not with this suddenly on his plate.]

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