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bakerstreet2018-03-07 07:55 pm
youandmeme) wrote in bakerstreet2018-03-07 07:55 pm
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minor injuries meme
You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.
INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.
HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.
WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.
loving reposted from here.
actually helping with her will come soon i promise lasfhasdf
He steps down a ramp that curves against the wall and follows the direction he saw her disappear. Who knew what would happen, he figures, but his sentry was still in sight. He wasn't worried about an attack from behind.]
You're takin' that real literally, huh.
[That accent couldn't be more Texan if he had a straw sticking out the corner of his mouth. Which... he does, sometimes.]
no worries! it might be a little difficult since she's trying to be sneaky :)
Trying to ignore the throbbing in her temples, Sombra detaches one of her translocators from her belt. Small and sleek, its familiar weight in her palm is a comfort, especially when she sees it's undamaged by the blast that knocked her briefly unconscious. If she can just toss it somewhere out of the sentry's range...
But as soon as she looks up to scan the nearby structures, a wave of dizziness hits her, blurring her vision and driving the breath out of her with a pained gasp. The translocator slips from her fingers. It clacks against the ground. Too loud for someone attempting to stay hidden. ]
excellent
... huh.
The merc stares Sombra down for a moment, quiet, the shotgun in his other hand propped against his knee - just to let her known it's still there. He wouldn't lie, she's not what he expected. He was familiar with a very particular rotating door of people, all gunning for the briefcase in the back of the base. This kid, though... was she a new recruit for the other team? Or someone else entirely?]
... Ma'am.
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Despite her grimace, her lips twitch into a smirk. If she can keep him off balance enough, maybe she can get out of here and get to her target. As long as she doesn't end up staring down the wrong side of a gun barrel. ]
... Guess you're another part of the welcoming committee. [ she makes a careful nod in the direction of the sentry. ] Thanks for not shooting me on sight—even if you are making me feel old, amigo.
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[Don't worry, he means it well for a 1970s-era Texan mercenary. As for the gun... he glances down at it.]
Yeah, well... tell you the truth, that's what I normally do. [He looks down at the translocator between his fingers for a moment.] But I ain't decided if I should yet.
[He's not the type to shoot a woman, but he's not stupid either. All politeness aside, he didn't trust her. But it was giving him an idea.
First, he notices the way she squints, the way she holds herself.]
Hit your head, I'm guessin'.
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Usually. Her machine pistol rests in its holster on her back, cloaked in thermoptic camo, but Sombra makes no motion to reach for it. Like him, she hasn't decided if she should yet. Or even if she could in her condition, with the rest of her surroundings wavering in and out of clarity with each pulse of her headache.
Still, as long she's vulnerable ( though she wouldn't admit it to anyone but herself ) she can use it. ]
Yeah. [ she winces, not entirely feigned. ] Is there a medic nearby who takes walk-ins?
entirely optional ftr sombra can do whatever
Don't move.
[That's the only warning or ceremony Sombra gets before he takes off his single work glove, revealing a skeletal-thing robotic hand. It's crude compared to anything McCree or Symmetra would have, but with a flick of his hand it produces a mini-sentry that tumbles upright onto the concrete next to them.
Engineer looks over his shoulder with a lopsided grin as it beeps to life.]
Cute little feller, ain't he? [He glances back at Sombra before tossing the translocator in his hand.] Sorry 'bout this, but like I said. I don't entirely trust ya. If you stay put, it won't shoot. Be right back.
[Again, about all he explains before he stands and disappears back behind the pillar, toward the upper level.
Should Sombra decide to wait, he'll eventually be back with a red, beat-up toolbox and a beer cooler. He'll explain.]
hope this is okay then!
[ and he's gone, leaving more questions than answers behind him. Sombra scowls but doesn't call out again. For all she knows, he left to get reinforcements, and she doesn't particularly want to attract any more attention to herself. Although, since that possibility exists...
She turns her attention to the mini-sentry. Compared to the turrets that studded the snowy expanse of the Volskaya complex or even the old-fashioned ones built by Overwatch's little engineer, this one looks like a few good shots can bring it down. The spinning light on top whirls fast enough to worsen her headache if she stares at it too long. Cute? Maybe—for someone with a mechanical hand. Not that she's judging. Beneath her skin, her cybernetic implants thrum in time with her heart, a quiet reminder that she hasn't been completely "human" for a long time.
Or defenseless when faced with a hostile machine within arms-reach. Watching the mini-sentry, Sombra waits until it rotates fully away from her before she lunges forward, stretching out on her stomach to grab its base. A flicker of bright violet flares from underneath her fingertips and up the mini-sentry through its circuitry. Adrenaline spikes in her when its gun snaps back towards her face—but that's about all it manages before her attack overwhelms its simple programming. See enemies, shoot. See friendlies, don't shoot. A single touch is all it takes to make it consider her part of the latter group without disabling it entirely.
A few seconds tick by. The mini-sentry swivels away from her... and back... and away as if nothing happened. Sombra lets out a short sigh. She pushes herself into a sitting position and edges back to her original spot. Leaning back with her hands pressed against the ground, she shuts her eyes briefly to stave off the rush of dizziness in her wake of her movements. For now, just neutralizing this one threat is enough. Anything more drastic will depend on what happens after the man returns. ]
perfect!!
Thanks for waitin'.
[Implying he gave Sombra a choice. He pops the cooler open and pulls out a beer. He hands it to Sombra before sitting on the cooler himself.]
For your head.
[He taps his temple from under his hard hat, implying he's offering it as a makeshift icepack. Of course, she can just drink it too. Red Shed's a good brand, in his book.]
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Still, she nods to show her thanks and raises the beer in a mock toast before gingerly pressing it to her forehead. If nothing else, at least the cold wet glass is soothing. Her gaze strays to the ( currently ) defunct mini-sentry. ]
Do you usually drink on the job?
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[Engineer grins and shifts on his makeshift seat. Because speaking of interrogations: that's a pretty good guess.
See, this woman could be tight-lipped on a normal day for all he knew. But he also knew that he might not get an accurate answer out of a head injury. So, he settles for an in-between.]
I'm the engineer around here. Lotta folks just call me that or "Engie." So... I guess I can start by askin' for your name.
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Sombra. [ she offers as her own alias, her voice almost deadpan. Her nails click against her beer as she shifts it to her left hand, extending her right towards Engineer to shake. ] Pleasure meeting you. Even if it's not under the best circumstances.
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Sombra. [He gives a short nod, taking her hand with a firm shake.] Spanish word, right?
[He knew a little. Anyway.]
Not exactly. So, I'm gonna have to ask what you were doin' here. You ain't my usual kind of intruder... 'less you're a new hire.
[Names were easy. Now came the meat of it. He wasn't expecting much of an answer this time, unfortunately.]
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Nope. Your color doesn't look good on me. [ even all of Talon with its dreary black couldn't get her to give up her favorite purple. ] But—maybe you should pay a little more attention to the next one you get.
[ here goes nothing. Sombra sets down her beer bottle. Oh, she isn't worried about pulling this off, even with this headache. With her capabilities, she's always going to be one of the first picks for this type of mission. But stealing actual papers inside a briefcase, like the ones carried around in some old spy flick? If anyone on the council actually had a sense of humor, she'd think they were making fun of her.]
They're going to have their eyes on this. [ Sombra snaps her fingers. A violet light sparks into the air above her hand and bursts into a small glowing holoscreen. Only one image shows: a flickering camera's-eye view of this base's briefcase inside its safe. ] Look familiar?
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How did you... ah, hell.
[Well. It's not like she was sneaking around for a friendly reason.]
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So I guess it really is something important, huh. That's from one of the cameras in this place—but I'm sure you knew that already. [ she picks up her beer and presses it against her head again, watching Engineer all the while. If he wants to change his mind about shooting her, wouldn't this be a good time for him to try? ] You should probably tell whoever's in charge of that one to put a password on it or something.
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Honestly. He should shoot her. But...]
You're talkin' like I'm supposed to convince you not to.
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You're not accusing me of trying to steal that thing, are you? Why would I do that after you've been so kind to me?
[ but her demeanor soon settles into its usual confidence. This guy seems like the sensible, down-to-earth type; dramatics won't get her far. ]
Believe it or not, I came here to help out. These holes in your defenses? I can close them up well enough that you'd swear they were never there in the first place. And you wouldn't even have to pay me.
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Sorry, sister.
[He shakes his head. Meaning: he already doesn't believe her. Once she goes back to "normal,", though, he listens a little more closely.]
And how am I supposed to believe that?
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[ Sombra tilts her head back and draws a finger across her throat. The motion brings the dizziness back, and she shuts her eyes for a second, exhaling. ]
I don't really want to think about it, you know?
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Sorry, amigo. Can't tell you. When you're working covert ops, you don't exactly make a habit of handing out business cards.