IC Contact

[tacticalvisor]

For network, messenger bird, or other such IC contact. Also works for actionspam as needed.

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you know when

[gr1m]

[There was just a light prod, a warning almost that some connection had been established-]

A. Flag.

[So very flatly, voice still so much that of the man he used to be.]

[tacticalvisor]

[he's going to need to get used to this. There is the distinct impression of someone rubbing their face on the other end.]

A flag.

[IT WASN'T HIS IDEA.]

Meanwhile in the ruins of Thera

[gr1m]

[Very, very abruptly, there is just the mental image of a couple skeleton scientists shut in a room within the medical wing of the lab. They are being attacked by clipboards, stethoscopes, scalpels, and just about everything in said room.

There is a weird thing, the few palm-sized emotion shards in sight on the counter and table are glowing and hard to missbecause this is Reaper-Vision. Someone is already bored down in Thera and making his own entertainment.]

[tacticalvisor]

[what the hell

reaper he is trying to FOCUS on his own job here. 76 promptly tries to wall this imagery off with the first thing he can think of - a literal (mental) wall - and firmly tries to ignore it]

Why can't I quit you

[gr1m]

[That week of silence was probably a blessing—

So of course this comes out of no where at some AM, some almost idle and always dry tone.]

People do actually crystalize occasionally here.

brokeback mountain theme

[tacticalvisor]

[oh........it's you. And here he was getting used to sleeping again...

...as much as he ever sleeps, anyway.]

And how did you find that out.

[gr1m]

[It had been quiet again, Reaper having spent most of his time exploring and... meeting people.

Yet it rolls around 4am and there's only so much someone who doesn't sleep much can do to entertain himself—]

We're in a world where people wear crystals that collect liquid drops of the wearer's emotions. To keep them from dying.

When full some emotion creature absorbs them or something.

Is that kind of fucked up or not.

[tacticalvisor]

[Not that he doesn't agree that it's pretty fucked up, but 76 isn't really in a mood to respond.

He's just going to stick with his old standby; the silent treatment. There's not even a flicker on his end to acknowledge that he's heard.]

[nanoscope]

[It takes her a bit of time to actually figure out how the crystals work, and from there time to actually focus on one person. But eventually she finds the man she's looking for, and a certain Soldier will get a gentle nudge and a familiar, female voice permeating his thoughts.]

You know, you're a hard man to find. And I thought I was good at staying under the radar.

[tacticalvisor]

[It's a long time before he responds. One might almost think he hadn't 'heard' at all, but- no. It's that same kind of silence he had when he was taking something in and turning it all over in his head before responding.

Finally, he answers her.]

Nothing really hid from you for long.

[Of all things, there is a faint sort of relief-gladness that could be an actual welcome. Guess whose emotions have decided to settle, even if he's still keeping them back.]

When'd you get here?

you know when

[gr1m]

[If 76 was having a 'good' day it was about to end- even if it had been quite a while since Reaper last contacted him after the whole... week thing.]

Reinhardt is here. Don't speak over the network if you have to use it. Only warning.

[With soundless words it was easy enough to not have any sort of emotion following the message.]

keh

[tacticalvisor]

[It's a testament to what little has been rebuilt between them that 76 doesn't question it. Instead;] Noted.

[Of course, considering he is using what feels like natural thought as opposed to focusing on the words themselves, it's fairly difficult to hide the sudden surge of alarm that follows- along with the wordless oh hell.

'Scuze him, gotta escape a crusader.]

[nanoscope]

We need to have a talk, Jack.

[That sure is a Disappointed Mom tone if there ever was one.]

[tacticalvisor]

[...]

About?

voice;

[tekhartha]

[In conversation he might sound more sure of himself, but the intimacy of crystal communication betrays a little of the uncertainty in Zenyatta's voice. In truth, he is not fully convinced that he will get a response to this at all.]

It has been some time, Soldier: 76. Are you well?

[tacticalvisor]

[It takes some time to respond, but, eventually;]

Who wants to know?

[It's not so much that he doesn't recognize the voice- he does. But cue frysquint at this why is he being reached out to.]

backdated to you know when, the conversation needed to happen

[gr1m]

[It is 3am.

Do you know where your edgy owl is?]

It's so easy to pass everything here as some sort of fever dream some days, isn't it.

I've just been knighted.

Jack.

I'm an errant knight of Verens.

Sir Reaper.

[Well, he certainly sounds a little bewildered, even a slight bit incredulous.]

[tacticalvisor]

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Why did you get knighted, and how drunk were the parties involved.

You Know What This Is

[gr1m]

[It's 7pm, and there is a cat being adorable.

After some weeks of silence once he'd simply left the warehouse without a word and took all of the animals with him.]

1/2

[tacticalvisor]

[NO

YOU SONOFABITCH]

a gift;

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta doesn't give his gifts in person. In the workshop he leaves a parcel wrapped in brown paper, the tag signed: v( _:::_ )v

Within Jack will find a small, square journal, just the right size to slip into a pocket. If he opens it he will find that the first page has already been written on in a swooping cursive. My pages are closed, and my lips are sealed.]

Christmas Gift

[nanoscope]

[When Jack wakes up in the morning, he will find a small bundle of goodies waiting for him on the dining room table. There's a plate of basbousa cakes, as well as a neatly wrapped bundle; within it is a cozy-looking sweater in his size. There is also a package of chocolate-covered homemade pretzels for him to enjoy.]

Voice

[gr1m]

Need your opinion on something.

[Surprise surprise, it's the afternoon. A rather calm sort of tone even if there may have been a moment of thoughtful silence before Reaper finally spoke up.]

Voice

[tacticalvisor]

[He's quiet for a moment. Opinion? Then...]

More salt.

[holy shit 76 just made a joke]

text

[gr1m]

[Well, here was a rarity—]

You busy?

[An early evening, and not voice. Something so very withdrawn and.. devoid of anything about it.]

[tacticalvisor]

[...]

Animals all right?

During that week Reaper is shadow slime in a bucket

[gr1m]

[Of course Ana would leave him near the bed Morrison was resting in while he was here.

... Didn't really bother him that much, really, but still. May have been amused if Jack asked why Amari was setting a bucket on the table near the bed.]

Threaten you to stay in bed yet?

[Thank god Jill had dropped his amulet in the bucket so he could still communicate.]

[tacticalvisor]

[Honestly, he was passed out while the bucket was dropped off. The fact that he didn't even wake up probably says as much as anything regarding how exhausted he is, and how much his body needs to recover.

And maybe some other parts of him, too.

He stirs to roll over, only to be given a little mental prod. What the...he blearily squints his eyes open, trying to find the source because it- it felt near. And...]

...the hell?

[...that's a bucket.]

You know when

[gr1m]

Need your help with something.

[Well, that possibly came out of no where with the fact it was somewhere in the afternoon.]

Just come by the house when you've got the time.

[tacticalvisor]

You gonna give me any heads up so I know if I need to bring anything, or...?

delivery, backdated to xmas eve-ish.

[torsion]

[ Early morning, left on his doorstep will be a large ammo box that's incredibly light for the size and a thin white box on top of it. Inside the box is a homemade Galette de Rois, although there's no indication of it not being store bought. The ammo box is empty aside from a card inside it, white and embossed with a snowflake pattern. Inside the card it reads:

Soldier: 76 is such a mouthful, you know. Anyway, give me an ammo casing and I'll make you some -- totally not just an ulterior motive to check out that big gun of yours. ;)

It's signed JV. ]

voice; backdated to a few days after his arrival

[tekhartha]

[They were hardly close, Zenyatta and Soldier: 76, but he feels it is only right to let the man know.]

I return.

[tacticalvisor]

[...]

You remember all your time here?

[voice]

[green_cyborg_ninja_dude]

Hey! Old man! [That's Genji, who has also returned. You may have heard him going in and out, or heard from Ana that he was here again, but he's at least going to make contact for a different reason to things]

I'm here to annoy you, like I do.

Also, I figured it was the least I could do to inform you that I'm taking over the base for a special reason come the 18th.

[the 18th is Reyes' Birthday. But you already know that, huh.]

[voice]

[tacticalvisor]

Great, don't let the cat out.

[He sounds as enthused as he does about anything else. Which is to say, incredibly deadpan.]

Should I get anything to prep?

Voice

[gr1m]

[Considering past experiences—

It's only later evening when the ping comes through, and once Gabriel started speaking there was clearly something resigned to his voice.]

Going to be having That Talk with McCree soon, figure you should know if something ends up happening afterwards. Hoping the only mess will be restricted to my living room, but it's always been hard to tell with Jesse sometimes.

[He doesn't expect the whole 'Reaper talk' to go over well, really.

... That and the cowboy was the only one who knew him that didn't know here.]

christ was this late enough

[tacticalvisor]

Hn.

[beat]

Should I watch?

[Drop two bombs at once? Put out fires? Who knows. The offer's there, at least.]