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[tacticalvisor]

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[tacticalvisor]

[The air was already being starved of emotion. Some was there, but it was being managed - somewhat - through the mixture of apathy and whatever else he could do. But that mention of Tracer brings a spark to the flame-

and at Winston, the backdraft ignites.

There's a swell of anger, a possessive-like rage because how dare Reaper even mention either of them - and then it twists in to surprise. Not at Reaper, but at something else, something far more immediately urgent and pressing on 76's attention. This time, the lack of response has nothing to do with wanting Reaper to go away. It's of a danger presenting itself, and 76 needing to deal with that first before he can do anything else.]

[gr1m]

[It was better than the nothing he'd been getting, there was no telling what that could do in a place that relied on emotions to not just function but keep the populace alive.

... Ignoring that it had been a sense of worry for someone he hated that drove him to push further than he might have. Jack wallowing in being left alone should be something he could enjoy, a taste of what he'd endured when he had been abandoned. Left to suffer by those he had once upon a time trusted with his own life.

It had cost him his life.

Which was not at all in Reaper's mind, since when he arrived at the location he knew that Winston and Tracer had been staying he hadn't expected to see fire inside. What the hell had jack done this time?them and any sort of burning building didn't go well together Which had Reaper slipping inside the 'Overwatch Base' without much of a second thought. Easy as one, two, Shadow Step—]

[tacticalvisor]

[Experience has forced him to memorize a building's layout as quickly as he can. Where certain things are, such as medkits or, say, fire extinguishers. He'll thank Winston's memory later, but for now, first things first- sprinting back in to the room where the fire erupted.

The pin's already pulled. All there is now is to aim and spray. The fact that there's a black figure barely has a moment to register, but for a split second he writes it off as a trick of shadow and flame]

[gr1m]

Jack—

[Next thing Reaper knows is he's getting a face-full of whatever the hell was packed into ye olde fire extinguisher in a steampunky emotional magic world. Thankfully the mask sort of

helps

prevent getting too much there but he still sputtered. Snarled a bit after.]

What the Hell, Morrison!?

[tacticalvisor]

[wait

what the fuck is he doing here? For a split second 76 wants to blame Reaper for setting this off, but - no. It's not his style.

Even so, he's still plenty ticked about all this. Entirely unamused, 76 raises the nozzle again.

Have some more you asshole. There's still some stubborn flames but they're nowhere near as intense as they were in the beginning - maybe the extinguisher wouldn't have been needed at all?

it's probably full of gears and made of brass]

[gr1m]

W- [REALLY, MORE SPRAY?! Leaving a sputtering and ruffled Reaper standing there, trying to wiped some of the stuff off and... not too worried about breathing any of that crap in. Not at all.

Ugh, great, just great-]

Stop.

[tacticalvisor]

[FFSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHSHHHHHHSHHSHH

okay he stops. For the moment. Just long enough to give a burst to the pyre that was his pillow, rest in peace you poor piece of plush. That done, he turns his attention back to the home invader, his lack of mask revealing his none-too-pleased expression.]

Get out.

[Yyyep. That's an order.]

[gr1m]

[Fucker.]

No.

[Dryly, paying more attention to where he was sprayed than the man who sprayed him. Of course he'd caught a glance at the pillow on fire and really? 76 did not give him orders.]

You set your bed on fire.

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[Refuse a direct order and mock him losing his temper?

That's a paddlin' sprayin'. FSSHHSHHSHSHSHHSHHSHHHH and he'll stop after a few seconds, just long enough to get the point across. The nozzle remains raised.]

I said get out.

[And the moment Reaper answers anything but an affirmative, he's getting another spray. 76 can keep this up for a while, as long as there is spray in the extinguisher.

Another time he might smack himself for being wasteful, but fuck it. This is cathartic.]

[gr1m]

[Well that's more ruffling and trying to just block that spray.]

I said- [FSSSSSSSSSSSSSFSSSSSSSSFSSSSSSSSSSH

He refuses to be beaten by a fire extinguisher. This motherfucker-] No.

[Even if he was wheezing and sounded like he was starting to cough, using both hands to try and block the spray from his masked face. What was this crap even made out of? Ugh.]

I'm not the [FSSSHFSSSSSSSSSSH] one who started a [FSSSSSHFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH] fire here!

[tacticalvisor]

[he's got you in his sights

76 seems pretty calm now. Fire? What fire? Furthest thing from his mind right now, this is better than the time he managed to convince Reyes to play paintball with him back during-

-well. He lowers the nozzle just a bit, tilting his head.]

This thing's only about a quarter empty. [Or it's got a quarter left. Who knows. The warning's there, anyway, and his intent clear; if Reaper opens his mouth again to protest, he's getting another spray in the face. As many times as need be until he gets the hell out.

...or until it runs out. At that point, though, 76 may just chuck it at his face.]

[gr1m]

[He is Death.

Being sprayed with a fire extinguisher in the face, and actually making an effort to bite his tongue just to not give 76 the satisfaction of having a reason to spray him again. More so with that 'warning'.

So? Reaper crossed his arms and stood silent, head tilted to one side.

Refusing to leave all the while out of sheer petty stubbornness.]

[tacticalvisor]

[A standoff between two hated rivals, either of whom would tear out the other's throats given a chance, decades of bitterness and frustration between them leading up to this, a final showdown-

...and-or just two grumpy old men staring at one another and refusing to back down because they're too damn stubborn to 'lose'. The faint bits of golden light that have formed around 76's head begin to fade as he tilts is, frowning a bit.]

...why did you come in here in the first place?

[Also isn't this. Technically breaking the truce. Should he be Concerned and reaching for his-oh motherfucker his rifle's on the other side of Reaper.]

[gr1m]

[This is why he always kept his weapons on him- not that Reaper was going for either shotgun, arms remaining folded.

Reaper could so very easily take advantage of the circumstances, wouldn't be hard at all. Pulse Rifle not within quick grabbing distance, 76 maskless and only holding a fire extinguisher. Sure he could throw it, but he was sure that it wouldn't be too hard to dodge.]

I saw the fire.

[Shrugging.]

[tacticalvisor]

[His grip on the extinguisher flexes, and he almost fires it off again- but no, that'd just be crossing the line. Reaper's...behaving. For the moment. Even if he does look utterly ridiculous drenched in foam and. Whatnot.]

So?

[Not like you to give a shit. Hell, he was certain that Reaper would dance if he saw Overwatch base's burning. Unless-]

You mad you didn't light it yourself?

[gr1m]

[It's been established neither of them give a shit about many things, including each other. That's simply how it is; if it wasn't trying to rip the other apart and end them there was nothing.

... So.]

I don't care enough to burn some sad little excuse of a makeshift "Overwatch base" down. [So take that and shove it.]

[tacticalvisor]

[You know he really isn't gonna argue that this place is subpar. Winston and Tracer made it home, but they're not here anymore, are they? Just him.

...And Reaper.]

Then leave.

[If you don't give a fuck, you got no reason to stay.

If you do stay, you care have a reason.

Check.]

[gr1m]

[Nope.

For a moment all Reaper did was wipe off a nice handful of that foam, glancing it over before flicking the stuff 76's way. The rest just falling away and leaving him clean of the stuff.

The floor around him wasn't as lucky.]

You can't tell me what to do, or order me around, Morrison. [He doesn't care.]

I came to see why you felt so surprised. Urgent concern. [Gesturing towards the

everything that had clearly been on fire.]

It would be disappointing for something else to do you in, even here.

[tacticalvisor]

[There's something to be said about his aim; even without his visor, it's not bad at all. He raises the extinguisher to catch the projectile, and by the time he lowers it, Reaper is...

...

Well damn that's a handy trick. Doesn't make up for the lack of ability to sleep that's been implied, but. He makes a note.]

Congratulations, you found out. Now you have no reason to stay, unless you decided to upgrade your nightly bullshit.

[He's gonna start sleeping with an extinguisher s2g]

[gr1m]

So you can get back to your wallowing?

[That lonely in bed, Jack? Wow.

Why he's not leaving even Reaper wasn't sure. His curiosity had been satisfied and- Well, that was the only thing that had been satisfied.]

Nothing for my trouble of coming all the way over here? [Now he was just being a shit.]

[tacticalvisor]

[One, he wasn't wallowing. Two, if you want something for your trouble?

Okay really how could you expect anything but a FSSHSHSHSHSHSHHSHSSSSSSSS. He's even walking closer with the spray as cover, and you know what, for good measure?

For good measure? He's throwing a goddamn punch, right at Reaper's face. Fuck the truce, you deserved that.]

[gr1m]

[The spray was expected, a hand only brought up to try and keep anymore of it from getting into the holes of his mask—

The punch? Not a complete surprise but not as expected, Reaper staggering back as something clattered to the floor. That bone-white mask just spinning around, his shoulders tensed and shadow pooling around his feet in wisps, curling around the edges of his coat and hood. Frozen where he stood

before Reaper was rounding right on 76, metal talons gripping that damned extinguisher to wrench the damned thing out of the old man's hands as he snarled, unfiltered without the mask, sharper teeth bared and eyes narrowed. Black smoke curling from pale and scarred skin.]

[tacticalvisor]

[ROUND ONE, VICTOhshit

It's not so much the ferocity; that's expected. His blood's up again, adrenaline fueling him in an instant, and he's more than ready to continue this fight. But what's under that mask catches him enough off-guard that his grip slips on the extinguisher, and he can't help but take a step back with a breathed curse]

Jesus, Reyes.

[gr1m]

What?

[Teeth remained bared for a moment, head tilted to the side, eyes widening as a grin stretched a little too wide to be normal. Fire extinguisher dropped to the floor, tossed away like it was nothing. Taking a step closer as fingers flexed at his sides-]

This what you wanted, wasn't it Jack? Why don't you take a good look at your work, just what you did to me. [Talons reaching to grab hold of 76, just to drag him close if he had to.] May as well, right?

[tacticalvisor]

[Even if his mind needs a second to process, that's a second too long. Luckily, his body knows what to do when grabbed by an enemy, pulled far too close for comfort-

-instinct takes over, and the soldier doesn't try to pull away. Instead he moves with the motion, reaching to grab Reaper back, plant a leg between his, twist his body and throw. Ingrained reflex that he couldn't fight against if he tried.]