Fandom Overwatch- A New Age(Rp)

[Best Trekkie.]

Orion clanked up and put himself between the two. “Enough. We are overwatch. If we argue like this all the time then we will never get anything done.” He said matter of factly. His four green eyes bore into both of them as he continued, “This is not the time to argue. We are a team. Are we not?”

 

[feverrayseda]

For a split second Blue couldn't tell where he was.

One moment he was standing with the others, watching in horror as Lucia demanded that Masquerade shoot her. The next he was in a small corner shop, listening to a cashier crying and a thug with a gun barking orders. Then a piercing bang filled the space, but instead of feeling the burn of a bullet ripping through his body there was nothing.

Blue blinked, realizing he wasn't in the shop anymore, and that Lucia was falling back, blood spurting down her leg.

"Lucia!" He cried, rushing forwards to catch her as she fell. They collapsed onto the ground, and all at once Blue smelled the sharp tang of metal and something acidic. "Fuck," he hissed, "We have to stop the bleeding before she goes into shock."

 

[Yahhah]

"Welp. That's one of her lives down. Wonder what being ressurected looks like" said Sampson casually. Sure he didn't want her dead for good, but he'd just met Lucia. In Sampson's line of work you didn't make friends fast, half the people he knew were dead anyway.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Orion turned towards masquerade menacingly, spun his gun and asked, "What did you do?" He was angry and trying his hardest not to rip him apart then and there. His eyes flickered red green and red and green again. He was clearly trying to keep calm.

 

[Stardreamer]

Lucia felt the force before she felt the pain. It was a split second difference, a small mercy before-

Her vision went white, and she crumpled like a house of cards. She didn't even scream when she went down; the pain knocked the breath out of her, and she couldn't get it back. She couldn't think, couldn't focus, couldn't do anything but curl around her leg and gasp. Her brain was gone, scattered to the winds, and all she could feel was this burning agony, it hurt, it hurt, make it stop-

Focus, Lucia. Twenty minutes until permanent damage. You have twenty minutes. Do your job. Forcefully, she wrenched herself back together. Giving into the pain now meant dying, and she would not waste a life. Her eyes blinked open- when had they closed? - and, oh, puñeta. She could already see the corrosion eating away at her skin. Someone had taken a red hot poker and dug it into her outer thigh and no, don't think about how it hurts, she had to focus or she'd die, come on, Lucia. Through vignetted vision, she saw a bright blue eye; he must have broken her fall, and now he was saying . . . something.

"Bleeding . . . shock. . ." oh. That was, he was trying to stop the bleeding before she went into shock and it was smart for any other bullet but this wasn't any other bullet- this was corrosive and the longer it stayed in her the more likely she'd die. She couldn't- she was the one with training, she had to take charge.

"N-no," she choked out, wrapping her fingers around Blue's arm. "The bullet- get it out." It was hard enough to breathe without trying to speak, but by some miracle, she got the words out. Barely there, barely lucid, she couldn't say more, but she had to hope he understood. Ashlyn would know if no one else did, but Robert would have to figure that out on his own. Lucia had more important things to worry about. Half on instinct, her fingers worked the medpack at her side, pulling out a single patch. She clenched her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and in one smooth move removed the backing and pressed the patch into her leg.

This time, she screamed. Her healing was painful, had always been painful, but she'd worked to make sure it wasn't debilitating. On top of the poison in her veins and the bullet in her leg, though, the new influx of pain nearly made her black out again. Unconsciousness, at this point, would have been a blessing, just some relief from this onslaught- but she would not die here. She'd made this challenge, she would win it. Lucia pushed her eyes open and looked down the the wound. Gently, she ran her hand over her leg and winced, hard. It hurt, like everything else at this point, but from what she could tell there wasn't an exit wound, and she'd been right about the bullet. But- through the haze, she could tell the something was wrong, something wasn't working right- and when she tried to probe the fireflies in her bloodstream, she found it. Her nanobots were confused. Normally, their healing would have kicked in by now. But as they were now, attacking both the bullet and the poison, they couldn't make headway on either, They needed to concentrate, focus on the rapidly spreading poison, but she couldn't control them like this. She needed help.

"Drones," she gasped, remembering something about the small debrief they'd been given on everyone's basic powers. "Who here-" She cut off with a pained hiss, but forced herself to continue. "Who here works with drones?"

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Orion clanked up and swapped his hand for a nano interface link. “Lucia, what’s your favorite color?” Before she could answer Orion heated up the finger till it was red hot and stuck it into the wound allowing cauterization to take place. When he had finished, the wound was burnt and the bleeding had stopped. Orion gently swapped his hand for tweezers and carefully pulled the bullet out.

 

[feverrayseda]

Blue held onto Lucia tightly as the omnic went to work on pulling the bullet out. Her fingers curled around his metal arm, and for a brief moment he was thankful for that because it meant when she clutched from the pain he couldn't feel anything.
The stink of burnt flesh filled the small space between them and Blue felt like he needed to be sick. His stomach lurched when the bullet finally came loose, shredded flesh and blood still clumped to it. The cyborg swallowed thickly.
"Lu-Lucia," he was stammering, so he stopped himself and took a deep breath. There was no use panicking. He needed to be calm for her sake. "Hang in there, sweetheart. Orion's managed to get the bullet out."

 

[Best Trekkie.]

“That is only a temporary fix.” Orion said as his hand reappeared. He turned towards blue and said, “Make sure she doesn’t move it. The cauterization is a short term fix.” He continued, “It will stop the bleeding for now. Can you patch her up?” Orion turned to masquerade, “Now YOU. If I had the authority I would crush you then fill you head to toe with lead and then rip you in half. However I am not going to do so because I would be just as bad as the rest of my kind. However...”. Orion lightly backhanded masquerade with his steel hand, “This won’t happen again. Understood?” His gaze menacingly bore into masquerade’s head.

 

[feverrayseda]

"Stop!" Blue snapped, "We've had enough senseless violence right now, don't you think?"
He glanced down at Lucia, at her face still twisted in pain and at the scorched patch of skin where the bullet had to be yanked from. "Does anyone know if this place has a med bay, or anywhere we can lay her down so she won't put pressure on her leg?"

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Orion went sentry mode and said, “lay her on top of me. There is a big flat space there.” Orion retracted the gun but stayed in sentry mode. He looked almost like a table. Of course it wouldn’t be the most comfortable thing but it was better than nothing.

 

[feverrayseda]

Blue nodded and began to hoist Lucia up, careful to not put any weight or brush against the wound on her leg. She was heavy, though he kept that to himself. He'd rather not piss off the lady who fully took on a corrosive bullet to the leg and lived, thanks.
He gently laid her flat on Orion's back, stomach still rolling every time he caught sight of her wound or smelled the burned skin. He'd have to toughen up, he knew that, or he'd get the whole team killed.
"You're really something, huh?" Blue said, attempting to smile, "Standing up to Captain Killjoy like that and proving that his bullets ain't worth shit."
He glanced back at the man in question, wondering briefly if he was going to beat the crap out of the omnic later for hitting him. Could you even beat the crap out of an omnic like Orion? It seemed to make as much sense as trying to beat the crap out of a wall.
Blue used his metal hand to pat the omnic's shoulder, or where he guessed the shoulder would be, in a friendly manner. "You were great too, buddy."
The cyborg glanced down then and realized that some of Lucia's blood had got on his clothing. The red a stark contrast to the white of his boots, and practically invisible on the legs of his jeans, though he could feel where it was warm and becoming sticky and dry. He swallowed thickly.

 

[Yahhah]

Sampson took a few steps forward. “Anything I can do to help. I mean I’m no doctor, but I’m not gonna sit back while she croaks” he said.

 

[Stardreamer]

Somewhere in the back of her head, she was surprised she'd even been able to feel it when they'd cauterized her wound, with her nerves shot as they were. And yet, because the world wasn't done with her yet, the pain found what little remained of her nervous system and shot up to her brain. Still, she felt the bullet as it was removed- and, able to concentrate, her fireflies went to work. The strange warmth of their healing spread through the injury, and she could breathe again. Without the bullet her nanobots could handle the poison.

She'd be okay. And with that, she let herself fall into darkness.

When she came to again, everything pulsed with a sort of half-removed ache. It still hurt, worse than anything she'd felt before, but it was bearable. She'd stay awake this time . . . probably. Smooth metal was cold against her back, and the whir of machinery (and the fact that she was a few feet off the ground) led her to the conclusion that she was sitting on Orion. Robert stood in front of her, but he wasn't looking at her, eyes creased, staring at his boots, and . . . oh, right. PTSD. Stupid, she should have thought of that before she asked someone to fire a gun.

"I'm-" she coughed, voice raw and hoarse. "I'll be fine. My parents were smart people. Thank you guys. For saving me," Lucia stopped for a moment, concerned. "Are the rest of you okay?" she said, looking at Robert, thinking of Orion.

 

[LoneSniper87]

"Step aside!" Ashlyn said, her accent slipping out as she rushed forward to Lucia, seeing her unconscious. She cursed under her breath, doing her best to keep her stable until she came to. She sighed in relief when her eyes came open, smiling. "Those bots really are something..." She said, a bit surprised.

((IM SO LATE TO THIS BUT I HAD A TWO HOUR CAR DRIVE WITH NO SERVICE AAAGH))

 

[feverrayseda]

Blue startled when he heard Lucia's voice beside him. He'd known from the way her head slumped back and her eyes fell shut that she'd passed out during the removal of the bullet, but he didn't think she'd come to so quickly. The cyborg couldn't help the relieved smile that came to his face.
The second he heard Ashlyn's booming voice however he scooted out of he way to let her see Lucia.
"Nah, Orion did most of the work," Blue said, "I did the heavy lifting." He playfully nudged Lucia's arm.

 

[Yahhah]

"Alright I'm proposing a new rule. Nobody shoots anybody even if they want it, or I'm going ape. And yes it's fine when I make the puns" said Sampson. Touching Lucia's arm to make sure she was actually okay.

 

[feverrayseda]

"Aye, aye, Sambo," Blue said with the same casual two finger salute he'd used when they first introduced themselves. The usual carefree, lilt way he spoke was gone, replaced by something somber. He stared off into the distance, unable to shake off the feeling of unease. He was naturally a pale man but his complexion was practically ashen now, and his hands trembled as they returned to support themselves on Orion's back like he was leaning against a table.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

"Umm that's my head. Please stop." Orion told blue as he felt the human's skin on top of his head. It felt strange. Not that he minded anyways. "Hey Lucia. My power is low so I need to exit sentry mode. If you can have someone help you off that would be good."

 

[iWriteAboutNothing]

Jonah's mind just froze, note expecting Masquerade to go through with the plan so nonchalantly. He hadn't even hesitated, and his face remained relaxed the entire time they were treating Lucia. For the people that noticed, the man was certainly spine-chilling. It also confirmed his fears of the bullets' capacity to kill. Apparently it didn't really matter where they hit; without the group and some space to operate, it was a confirmed kill. Just watching was enough to give Jonah goosebumps. Masquerade would certainly be a powerful ally, and a terrifying threat if he turned. Upon hearing Sampson's proposal, he furiously nodded his head, still too afraid to speak. Jonah hadn't ever really experienced the horrors of war and fighting in person. He was quickly beginning to realize it was very different from watching from a screen. It was only after Blue agreed to Sampson's proposal that he was able to move. He hurried over to Lucia to help Blue move her off Orion, trying to find words to fill in the quiet shock taking up space in the room.

 

[feverrayseda]

For a second Blue didn't hear the omnic, his head feeling like it'd been stuffed with cotton. It was only when he felt Jonah move beside him to help Lucia to her feet that he realized Orion had asked him to move.
"Yeah, uh, sorry, buddy," he said, blinking the daze from his eyes.
Blue's heart was pounding and it felt like his own blood was roaring in his ears. His chest hurt, like someone had wrapped their arms around his ribs and squeezed until something popped. He tried taking a deep breath and found that all it did was make his chest clench more, like his lungs had expanded to twice their size and were going to burst through his ribs entirely.
Blue didn't even realize he was falling until he fell onto the ground with a harsh smack. His human arm had taken most of the impact, but his head knocked against the metal flooring.

 

[Stardreamer]

"Ah- thanks, Jonah," she said, adjusting herself and leaning against the wall. She had to get this thing cleaned and bandaged as soon as she could, but everything still hurt and going through her wound with gauze seemed like the least appealing thing to do right now. It was half-humiliating to be this helpless, but she'd asked for it. This was fair. At least she knew the poison wasn't untreatable. So long as they got the bullet out and stopped the bleeding, her nanobots could do the rest of the work. Infection was an awful way to go, though, and she sighed and reached for her medpack. "I'm off you now, Orion, you can-"

There was a crash, and Lucia looked up to see Blue on the floor, shaking. She whipped her head around, but there was nothing in the vicinity that could have caused this. Masquerade was still lounging in his chair. So then- oh. How had she missed it, she should have pressed, she should have made him sit down and breathe from the first moment she'd noticed his trembling hands.

Carefully, she inched her way closer, ignoring the way her leg throbbed at the movement. "Robert. You're having a panic attack. I know you're scared. Can you nod if you can hear me?"

 

[feverrayseda]

Blue tried to open his eyes, tried to see who was talking to him or what was happening, but his vision was only getting darker and narrower. He tried taking deep breaths to calm down but everything came back sharp and shallow, like his lungs just weren't physically capable of taking much more.
White noise filled his head and he could only vaguely make out Lucia's voice, who sounded like she was talking to him behind a glass wall.
Nod if you hear me.
The cyborg could only manage the briefest of nods.
"You're dying," something in his head said, "You're going to die here."

 

[Yahhah]

Sampson clenched his fist. Down went Blue again. He sighed. Maybe he should share his experience. But then again how would that help anybody. Damn emotions were confusing.

 

[sewerwench]

(Sorry guys it’s been a while, i’m going to quickfire some of what Kimiko has been doing as I just wrote a full 8 paragraph long response then accidentally reloaded the page and deleted it. I don’t have the energy to retype ugh)

When asked about names, Kimiko responded that her name really was Kimiko, a name chosen by her creators. She doesn’t remember her real name or know if she even has one.

She remained very passive through the whole ordeal with Lucia, as she interpreted the shooting as a favour, since Lucia had asked. She was unaware of why everyone seemed so upset. She was built as a human weapon, so she has barely any understanding of morals or humanity.

~

Kimiko had a completely different reaction to Blue, however. When he began to show signs of panic, she did the only thing she knew how to do.
She sat cross legged in front of him and took his hands, which made her wince, but he had touched her to provide comfort, so she assumed she was to do the same.
She slowly began to sing him a lullaby. She knew not where the lullaby was from or how she came to know it, only that she would sing it to herself when she was feeling this way in the lab.
“Mori mo iyagaru bon kara saki nya
Yuki mo chiratsukushi ko mo naku shi,
Bon ga kita tote nani ureshikaro
Katabira wa nashi obi wa nashi,
Kono ko you naku mori wo baijiru
Mori mo ichinichi yaseru yara,
Hayo mo yukita ya kono zaisho koete
Mukou ni mieru wa oya no uchi
Mukou ni mieru wa oya no uchi”

(Translation:
I would hate baby-sitting beyond Bon Festival,
The snow begins to fall, and the baby cries.
How can I be happy even when Bon Festival is here?
I don't have nice clothes or a sash to wear.
This child continues to cry and is mean to me.
Every day I grow thinner.
I would quickly depart here and go back.
In the distance, I can see my parents' home.
In the distance, I can see my parents' home.)

She looked up to his face when she was finished, hoping the shaking in his hands would stop.

 

[iWriteAboutNothing]

It didn't take very long for Jonah to realize what was going on either, all the steps lining up into a neat list in his head. Jonah was about to go ahead and make contact and offer support, but Kimiko beat him to the punch. He figured Kimiko could handle that situation, so he focused instead on Lucia. "It's alright Lucia, you need rest. You can't exert yourself too much after such a bad wound". That said, Jonah felt inclined to at least try to help calm Blue, so he did the only thing he could do. He used his psychic abilities to try to gently coax Blue into a more calm state of mind. His psychic abilities were severely stunted and almost criminally neglected, but he still remembered enough to do that much. By this point, it was impossible to accurately aim, so Jonah opted for a blanket effect around Blue instead of directing his abilities directly onto him. He didn't trust his control enough to do that. He slowly approached Blue, making sure the man was aware of him as Jonah kneeled near Kimiko. "You're going to be fine Blue. It's okay" he calmly told him after Kimiko's lullaby. He made sure not to move until he was sure Blue had begun calming down.