( picture prompt meme )

[cocksocker]

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.

IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=INSERTNUMBER> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERTNUMBER>

Comments

[griefer]

[ only part of reaper is pissed that jack forced him on a three day chase through the entire country of austria. equal parts pissed and equal parts impressed, really, because jack may be old but he's still as innovative ( and such a pain in the ass ) as ever.

what really pisses him off is that he made him come to innsbruck. the austrian tourist city was nestled between two valleys, and it was one of the first cities overwatch had marched in to defend during the early stages of the omnic crisis. it was beautiful, back then, with white granite castles dating back to the 10th century and university students of all ages milling about the charming cobblestone streets. there was even a lovely view of the mountains to the south.

and because of those mountains, innsbruck had been nearly impossible to hold. half the city was destroyed before overwatch — led by reyes — pushed the omnics back into the mountains, and then blew the pass to stop them from returning. it worked. it also sparked an avalanche that buried another portion of the city beneath rubble and snow.

innsbruck is a shithole now.

fuck innsbruck.

reaper steps over the dented metal door into the gloomy silence of the warehouse and casts a look around. jack isn't on the ground floor because of course he's not. that'd be too easy. he pauses for a second, long enough to listen for any slight scuffle of sound from above, and then keeps walking, his steps slow and drifting. ]

You're hiding from me? Come on.

[ his raspy voice echoes in the large, empty space. any normal man or soldier would have stuck to the shadows and the walls; reaper leisurely strolls right into the open, to the center of the room, broken glass crunching beneath his boots as he turns in a circle and scopes out the second level. ]

I don't want to hurt you, Morrison. I just want to talk.

[ total cheater's bait, with that namedrop. come on. take it. he dares you. ]

[mylawn]

[Yeah, nice try, NERD. 76 recognizes the bait for what it is--if that means he's hiding, then so be it. Perhaps in the past he would have been more impulsive, compromised his position without even thinking, but he likes to think he's smarter now. Reaper might still be able to anticipate his movements, but he can at least engage in some psychological warfare.

Or try to, anyway. Innsbruck had just been readily available, but if Reaper thinks 76 picked it on purpose, so much the better.

Though he doesn't respond, hearing Reaper so casually use his old name wrenches something in his chest that he didn't think was still there. He tries to move as quickly and quietly as possible, circling the upper floor to try and get right above him. If he were smart, he'd be making an escape, but Reaper is cornered just as much as he is.

76 doesn't exactly want to pass that up.

He could leave. He could also leap from the rafters and bring himself right down on Reaper's head.]