Fandom Overwatch- A New Age(Rp)

[feverrayseda]

Blue smiled at her. "You just let me know whenever something happens that makes you uncomfortable. I don't want to scare you like that again," he said.

 

[LoneSniper87]

She thought on it. "Old Crusader suits had the same problem... Perhaps you have a similar problem. It's an easy fix, I'm sure." She told him. "Not that I can do that... I'm far from a mechanic."

 

[Yahhah]

“Eh, no promises on scaring. And that feeling is something I don’t think I’m aloud to about”. He gave a fanged grin. Then laughed. “Aw I’m just kiddin” he looked at the German. “Huh. Never worked with crusader armor before. But I can make one helluva giant mech”.

 

[LoneSniper87]

(Polish)

"I only worked alongside them, really... They had their own mechanics and whatnot. We camped together sometimes, but usually we kept to our own." She said to them.

 

[Stardreamer]

"The Crusaders?" She'd heard of them before, over in America, knights pulled straight out of fairytales . . . before they were mowed down in the Crisis, but, well, not the important thing. "You were with them? What were they like?" Did you see a girl with red hair there? she thought, but didn't ask. Just because the girl was her idol didn't mean everyone would know who she is. And anyway, most people who were with the Crusaders didn't have names- they were dead before the world cared to learn them.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Rycerz looked at the girl, Lightning Bug. "They were an interesting bunch. There were people like Wilhelm, or Reinhardt as you guys may know him. He was always a blast to be around. Whenever we had time off we were always joking and stuff. It's a shame with what happened..." She added a bit sad towards the end. "I wish people could learn to just get along, y'know? So many good lives were lost because of that reason."

 

[Stardreamer]

Lucia met Rycerz's eyes and for a moment, there was something in them she knew: the constant reminder of the people you lost, of the ones who died in your care. She didn't think about it and she was willing to bet Rycerz wouldn't either, but it was there all the same: the strange kinship only doctors know, the fight against the fight, the feeling of holding lives in your hands and letting them slip through your fingers.

But everyone knows if you think about that too long, you go insane, so Lucia shoved those thoughts back into their box under the bed and laughed without humor. "You can say that again." She pauses, and then, "But that's why we're here, right? To help people get along? I mean . . ." She trailed off, realizing she didn't know, and dropped her gaze. "Why are we here, actually?"

 

[LostHaven]

"Reinhardt Wilhelm..." Masquerade thought out aloud unknowingly. Underneath his mask, he allowed himself a silver of a grin. He remembered his Overwatch quite fondly, though not for the good reasons. Nonetheless, he had his fun. He understood why people may be slightly... disturbed by his appearance, and especially his mask. However, he was not bothered by opinions. Listening to Lucia's question, he decided to speak again, answering her question.

"I would presume you are unhappy with how the world was run." Masquerade answered. "So we've probably gathered here under Overwatch's call to set things right or for some motive like that." Listening to the people's conversation, he assumed many people were more or less of a personality that disliked conflict and wanted to see a world free of conflict, or similar, cheesy ideals such as that. "On another note, I regret to inform you all that we may clash in terms of morals." He continued to explain. "You see, my role can be considered as offense, though you will find my methods... unconventional." He said, offering his gloved hand clutching his pistol by the barrel to Lightning Bug. It was mostly silver, presumably made of some form of alloy or carbon fiber. A crude blade ran down the front of the pistol, probably sharper than a scalpel. "Well, medic. Since you seem to dislike violence, I must warn you what horrors you are going to see on the battlefield." He told her. "Be careful, it's loaded. And don't try to touch the ammunition. Make contact with your bare fingers and you will probably have to cut them off. What I do is best not graced with a description..." He said, making reference to Rycerz's comment on him earlier.

S Stardreamer LoneSniper87

 

[Stardreamer]

I regret to inform you all that we may clash in terms of morals. What did that mean? Lucia though they were all here for the same reason: to make the world a better place. That's what the message said. Then again, looking at Masquerade, it didn't seem like he was that kind of person. As he elaborated, she felt her stomach sinking, and her mouth filled with the bitter taste of someone else's carelessness. His "morals" didn't sound like morals at all. Maybe that was why he set her on edge; it was like people didn't matter to him at all. And to her, that was the greatest crime anyone could commit: to be that apathetic, to stop caring about human life.

"I've seen horrors," she said, taking the gun and meeting his eyes. "Violence is not my problem. Violence for no reason is."

Lucia held the gun carefully, minding the blade and the magazine. The extra edge seemed unnecessary and more dangerous than practical, but if he knew how to use it she wouldn't judge. What she was more worried about was the ammo. There was something off about it, something strange, but she couldn't put her finger on it- until she could.

"It's corrosive, isn't it? Your ammunition." She turned it over in her hands as if to double check, but it made sense- the way the ammunition was set up, the foreign alloy of the gun, the way the barrel was coated in some sort of protective wax- she'd been right about his carelessness, hadn't she. "You're firing poison into people's bodies. What, was a bullet wound not good enough for you?"

She couldn't help the venom in her voice. What he'd given her was a violation, something that tossed the Geneva Convention and human decency by the wayside. Lucia couldn't confirm, but she could already tell it wasn't the kind of thing that offered a clean death. No, this poison would hurt, as it chewed its way through someone else's body. It was pain for pain's sake, nothing more, and it was disgusting. When she looked back up at him, he seemed almost smug, and a wave of horrified fury swept over her. Contempt written on her face, she shoved the weapon back at him.

"A good fighter can take out someone in a single shot without torturing them first. You must be entirely useless if you're relying on methods like those to get anything done."

 

[feverrayseda]

Blue couldn't help the sinking, sickly feeling in his gut when Lightning Bug spoke of the corrosive bullets. Was this guy for real? Did he kill so many people that now he's bored of it, and needs to torture them first?

Instinctively the young cyborg reached for his metal arm and clasped the bicep, feeling little currents of pain flare through. They weren't real, he knew that. The doctors said they were phantom pains, because his cybernetic limb couldn't feel anything due to not having nerves. He didn't know what triggered them.

"Lightning Bug's right," Blue said, "You're not just putting the enemy at risk but your own team and civilians as-well. Whether it be a ricochet bullet or one of us moves at the wrong time, those bullets will kill us."

 

[LostHaven]

Masquerade watched as Lightning Bug closely examined his pistol. He reckoned it took her less than five minutes to realise that the thing she held in her hand was nothing less than a violation of the Geneva Convention. The anger in the medic's voice almost seemed amusing to the masked man, and Masquerade attempted to hold back on his laughter. Only god knows what was he was picturing inside of his head when Lightning Bug mentioned that he was 'entirely useless.' "You know what you are getting into." Masquerade responded to her, grasping his gun and storing it away. "And as for your insult, I am fully aware that I may not be as gentle or perhaps even as competent as others."

Leaning back on his chair, Masquerade stared at the ceiling, holding up a round for his shotgun in the air, examining the glass round like some ancient coin. However, despite his actions suggesting he was no longer paying attention, he still listened to that cyborg named 'Blue'. "I know full well of what weapons can do. Although I agree that energy weapons lack the risk of ricocheting off surfaces, is it not common sense to not stand in front of a person who is firing a gun?" He thought to himself for a split second, before chuckling. "Forgive me, I am aware that my choice of weaponry is rather cruel. I understand that inflicting permanent eyesight or corrosive bullets can be... overkill, but such inhumanity was quite necessary in my work. Tell me, have you ever heard of Blackwatch?" He asked, his tone suddenly turning serious. "Listen, everyone and everything has its dark secrets. You've never heard of some masked man named Masquerade, or some masked man in a suit before, have you?" He questioned. "Well, there's a reason for that." Suddenly, he kicked back again, although a little too enthusiastically, and fell off his chair with a thump. "Well, I'm starving." He suddenly, and randomly remarked. "When will this little conference conclude? I haven't even had breakfast... Well, after this, lunch is on me."

 

[feverrayseda]

Blue nodded slowly. "Ah, I understand now," he said, cupping his chin with his human forefinger and thumb, "You're crazy."

And a bunch of other rather impolite things that Blue was not going to say aloud because he valued what was left of his skin, thank you very much.

 

[Yahhah]

Sampson tried to change the subject. Sure a little drama was funny every now, and then. But on a team drama usually got everybody killed. “Any of you ever piloted a Behemoth mech before”. He said. Strapping the prod to his back.

 

[feverrayseda]

"I wouldn't trust myself to ride a bike, let alone pilot the likes of those things," Blue said.

 

[Stardreamer]

The conversation was over, but Lucia was still simmering. The things he'd said so flippantly, like they weren't even important- who did this guy think he was? Yeah, she knew Blackwatch. And she respected Blackwatch. They did what they had to so they could protect the world, while doing their best to keep their moral compass straight. Had they done awful things? Yes. But it was always for a purpose, always for a greater good. Masquerade seemed to do awful things because he wanted to, nothing else. Maybe everyone had their secrets, but whoever he was Masquerade was a menace. Any secrets he had weren't just secrets- they were dangerous, because he was dangerous, and she'd need to figure them out.

She exhaled, returning to the conversation and casting a grateful look at Blue. At least someone else saw how dangerous Masquerade was, and she was thankful someone had been willing to back her up- she had a bad feeling she'd need allies. They were talking about some kind of mech, but she'd never heard of it.

"Behemoth? What's that? Do you pilot one?"

 

[Yahhah]

“A behemoth mech is a type of vehicle that is my design. It’s shaped like a giant bull with self shooting turrets on its sides” said Sampson. “And yes I’ve piloted it before. Against the deadlock gang if memory serves me. That was good money made”.

 

[feverrayseda]

"The Deadlock Gang?" Blue asked, his human eye widening. "Sammy, you're officially the most hardcore person here now. I salute you."

He couldn't help it when it came to nicknames, they just came to him naturally. Like calling Kimiko, "Flower," just because she reminded him of one.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Rycerz was admittedly miffed the Masquerade was using something as dangerous as corrosive rounds. She walked to Lightning Bug and stared at the handgun, then at Masquerade. "Blackwatch or not, this is highly illegal, not to mention dangerous... I'm not sure I trust you fully..." She remarked, crossing her arms.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

(Where are you so i can introduce my character?)

 

[feverrayseda]

((I think if you read the very first post it will give you an idea of where we are ))

 

[Best Trekkie.]

The vehicle elevator slowly comes to a stop at the floor behind them. The steel doors open and out comes an OR14 with it's chain gun arm over it's shoulder. It honks loudly and it's body language seems to say, "Did i miss anything?" It stares at the group and stands down. Clearly not interested in fighting. it honks once again to get everyone's attention. It is clearly NOT hostile.

 

[feverrayseda]

"Aw who's this little fella?" Blue said, "It's cute."

It reminded him of a film called Wall.E he used to watch with his siblings. The cyborg stood up again, careful not to accidentally step on Kimiko's hands or feet, and went over to the robot. "What's your name?"

 

[Best Trekkie.]

The OR14 turned backwards so Blue could see the name plate on his back. 'Orion'. It honked as if to say , "That's my name." The OR14 Waited for Blue to be done. Orion was slightly nervous about having a HUMAN get this close to him. Besides they were responsible for the majority of his types' destruction.

 

[feverrayseda]

"Orion, huh?" Blue read the name on the bot's body, and then noticed how the machine seemed nervous. Thinking that maybe it wasn't used to human contact, the cyborg stepped back a few paces. "That better?" He asked Orion.

 

[Yahhah]

Sampson lifted an eyebrow. “Huh I didn’t know Bastion units could speak” he said rubbing his chin