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.]

[gr1m]

They're making it easy to find their base of operation out of sentimentality.

[KIDS THESE DAYS.]

That symbol means nothing here.

[tacticalvisor]

Something about it making the place more homey, how should I know.

[Though, that does remind him of something. He's silent for a minute, then-] How's this truce going to work.

[Not quite a question, not quite a statement. Tossing the ball in to Reaper's court, as it were, and letting him start with some terms if he feels like it. This is his way of not-apologizing.]

[gr1m]

Some home. [No he's forever going to be bitter, he was a b a n d o n e d.

Quiet, long enough that he very well may have just cut the connection then and there—]

Overwatch leaves me alone, I leave them alone.

Simple.

[tacticalvisor]

[There's a half-formed thought along the lines of and what about you leaving everyone else alone, but it doesn't quite make it in to actual words. More of a distrust and wariness, a faint respect-slash-acknowledgement-of-Reaper's-abilities there too if one thought about it - he's not really trying to send any of it, instead trying to figure out how to phrase things without making him shut down as violently has he had before.

To be fair, 76 was already 100% done with that conversation.]

Am I gonna have to worry about waking up and finding out you threw a tantrum and killed everybody but Overwatch?

[Spoiler, he will anyway.]

[gr1m]

Am I going to have to worry about you provoking violence, and breaking the truce, because you can't stand the thought that maybe I do know when starting something would be useless, Jack?

[A sharp accusation, a show of both that lingering anger and distrust he held for any that would go back.

He can't trust any of them.]

[tacticalvisor]

[Now that's just rude.
 
 
 
He might have deserved it. But can you feel that eye-roll, Gabe?]

Don't give me a reason to wonder, Reyes.

[He's serious. You're more unpredictable than ever, and about the only thing he can count on is that you hate him. It's not necessarily reassuring.]

You cause trouble, I'm looking in to it. Other than that, I don't give a shit what you do.

[gr1m]

[There was an actual scoff.]

Sounds like someone needs to take a nap, old man. [Mocking.

There's an actual touch of boredom that comes after.]

Enjoy picking me out from the other Reaper around in your little crusade, while pretending you don't care.

You wouldn't have asked otherwise.

[tacticalvisor]

 
 
 
 
[why are there two of them. He'll ask Winston, because like hell is he asking Reyes. Reyes can get a flat,] You still owe me a coffee. [Clearly, that is the only reason why he cares.]

[gr1m]

[It's the only tidbit he'll pass along, it's even something not extensively detailed in the information normally given to new arrivals here.

He knew it would provoke something.]

If I owe you one, then you owe me one as well.

[Something warning there, far too close of a reminder of their last encounter here.]

[tacticalvisor]

[You started it. But he doesn't say it, instead passing along a vague irritation-mixed-with-something-else-hard-to-pin-down. Some sort of morose reluctance?

Who knows. He's trying to think of something else to break the connection.]

[gr1m]

You, of all people, are someone I don't owe anything to.

[His voice was calm, but there was a twisting and painful spike. So very similar to the last and filled with burning pain before it's once more dead on his end.

Connection severed sharply.]