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Current Weak tea is for weak people
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Finals are finished, clouds disperse, CHRISTMAS COMES FOR US ALL
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Finals begin, black clouds gather, fridge is empty, need a rez
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Exams initiated, self-destruct protocol next in queue
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Time for placements!

Anxiety, here I go!


Good luck!
@Lmpkio
It's on the list, I assure you. But rn we're more or less running meet 'n' greets in the hallway where everyone's seemed to converge, and the raptors are training in their jungleland. That being said, the training jungle was going to be a stop on Sampson's run through the new base.

And on an entirely different note, I do look forward to hearing about how the potential scuffle with Asbjorn goes
@Solo@Jacobite@Vicier

*Sees bounties on multiple character*
*Is Playing a char heavily motivated by cash*

Sampson Dubois

Location: Talon HQ, Los Angeles
Interacting with: Peacere@Kaithas, whoever happens to come around.


For a split second, Sampson’s jaw locked as his eyes locked on the metal frame, the faint buzzing of nanites in his ears.. He had read Peacere’s file, knew what he was, knew that he was on his side. He sure as hell knew it wasn’t fair to judge people on how they looked. Still, the face was a little too close to the more recent models in Siberia for his comfort, and he hadn’t lived this long by being fair. He would reserve judgement.

The mercenary smiled a little too broadly at the omnic, resting his hand on the Jimmy’s head. “I assure you, I normally keep better hours. Only got here last night, still adaptin’. You know how it is with those of us who have to sleep.” He locked eyes with the omnic, for a moment thinking about just how many models he had seen with the exact same face, same arms, same gunmetal grey armor. The exact same neutral expression, unchanging, coated in ash and blood. The sound of screaming in Russian, gunfire, shrieking metal, the smell of cooked flesh and ozone in the air. The omnic didn’t respond, studying the Sampson with his optics. He didn’t blink. Jimmy wagged his tail nervously, looking back and forth between the man and the machine.

After a pause, he sighed. His voice grew more serious as his brows met, his mouth curling into a small frown. “Listen. I’ve read your file, and I know you’ve seen mine. I spent a solid six years fighting in Siberia and watched a whole lotta men die. Just like I know you’ve seen your fair share buy the barn.” He crossed his arms, his mouth pulling to the side as he raised an eyebrow. “I have no issues with you. But your face’s real familiar, so if I jump around ya, don’t take it personally. We’re both here, we’re both professionals.” At this, a grin snuck onto his face, growing wider as he spoke. “More than that, I’ve read about your performance and your combat specs. Bit of a loner, but you work best in groups, ambushes, targeted strikes. You know how to set up a killzone. I can appreciate that. As is, I think we could work well together.”

At a small nudge from a wet nose, Sampson looked down. Jimmy was staring him down, pawing at his leg and panting. The mercenary let out a short, barking laugh before turning back to Peacere. The smile had returned, genuine now. “Sorry, I told my buddy here we’d have a run after I get my gear. Tell you what,” he pulled a small phone from his pocket, tapping at it for a second. “I’m going to snag some supplies and take this one out and about for a time. I won’t stray too far from the neighborhood, but fresh air does ya good, and I’ve gotta talk to a contact here. After that though, I’m figuring out who’s in my squad and well...” He extended his hands in an exaggerated shrug, his eyes lighting up with a maniacal gleam. “What are your thoughts on partners?”
Again I say, furious typing. Also, @Vicier@Caits, if something's on the character sheet is it assumed common knowledge? Y'know, unless it's stated otherwise like with Ana being hidden as Shrike and all that.
Sampson Dubois


Location: Talon HQ, Los Angeles
Interacting with: Whoever's on base and cares to talk

Sampson rolled over, snug beneath his blankets. The key there was blankets, not blanket. Unlike all the soldiers that actually served the cause, the mercenary had learned long ago that having a blanket or two for deployment on someone else’s base was a good way to protect your sleep, and that was one thing he wasn’t living without.

There was a scratching noise in the distance, then a small clatter. Almost like the sound of metal against stone, just like in Russia when the omnics would try to sneak through the cliffsides...

Sampson’s eyes slammed open, muscle memory kicking his body into motion. No armor, no gear, but he had the pistol. He dove from his bed, rolling on the ground as he came up behind the next row of cots, sidearm at the ready. It was at this point that a big, black mutt came into view, his claws clacking on the hard stone floors as his tail wagged. There was a leash dangling in his mouth.

A pent-up breath escaped him as he flicked the safety back onto the handgun, laughing to himself as he stood up to scratch Jimmy. The man uttering horrid oaths under his breath, swearing at the animal as warm tones conveyed what he really meant. The pooch tried to lick his face, the dog’s tail slapping his sides.

Jimmy was not a pretty dog, but he was infinitely better looking now than when Sampson had found him. His fur was shiny and smooth, his claws clipped, and he actually had some bulk to him. If made to guess, Sampson would say he probably had a hefty dose of mastiff in him. The smashed face gave it away if the size didn’t. The very smashed face. In all likelihood, Jimmy had probably been on the receiving end of a car more than once, one eye missing and with several incorrectly healed ribs.

Looking around, the mercenary saw that he was alone in the barracks. Not all that strange, considering it was about noon. With an eleven hour difference between Moscow and Los Angeles, the jet lag was hell. Stretching, he heard his mechanical arm click several dozen times. He tilted his head for a second, making sure they were the same as usual before concluding all was well.

Grabbing the leash from the dog, Sampson looped it around the animal’s neck, scratching behind his buddy’s ears before pulling on his own clothes. Opening up his footlocker, he saw a talon uniform among his other belongings. No rank insignia, no identifying features. Nothing to let the soldiers in his fireteam know who he was. Frowning, he pulled on a pair of grey fatigues he had acquired in Russia and a simple, black tee tucked into his pants. For now, he would have to let his standard armor set him apart on missions. On base, he would wear what he damn well pleased. Jimmy already made him stand out; he may as well enjoy it.

Looking back at the tail wagging the dog, a smile pulled at the corner of the soldier’s mouth. “Well, I figure we can still get us a run in so long as we take care of business beforehand. C’mon, let’s go around and see if I can’t get some gear, eh?” Jimmy’s eyes brightened at the mention of running, a single woof signaling his approval. Together they set out into the base, footfalls mixing with the same steady clatter that woke him.
*IC Drops*

*Pretty much everyone:*



But yeah.

Don't use the talking dog and talking gorilla as a reason to deny accurate writing in a piece of fictional work, please. It gives people an excuse for lazy writing, that doesn't care for the readers or audience's own understanding. Both Winston and Lucky have been explained in a way that's in line with Overwatch's own themes.

Sorry, it's just my pet peeve when people make the argument, "It's a fictional world, so what does it matter?" A writer, RPer or not, should always do their best to make sure their audience understands what's going on in a story and why, as long as it's pertinent to the plot and the setting, itself. Allowing yourself to sink into the mindset of, "There's a talking dog and magic, so accuracy, logic, and explanations don't matter." It both tells your readers that you don't care about the story or characters enough to delve deeper into how they work, and that their understanding doesn't matter to you. ;-( And that sucks.

And I'm not saying you guys are doing that, don't misunderstand my words here, I just want to clarify why I absolutely hate when people make that the basis of their argument. It rubs me the wrong way.


Absolutely. That being said, I do think that while it's important to hold yourself to a high standard, at the same time you don't wanna be overbearing when it comes to other people's posts if they don't affect you. Especially when it opens up IC for the rest of us to start posting in, y'feel me? In fights physics, chemistry, biology, etc. will matter. But it's some NPC with a disease we're sure as hell not gonna get, so it can probably slide this time.

@Solo Wasn't trying to be rude here to you in particular, you were just the last post at the time and a good one to respond to :T
@Vicier

Took a bit of looking into? Your scenario was ripped directly from an episode of House. Season 2 Episode 17, if anyone is interested. The problem with House? It's not medically accurate. A quick wikipedia search told me that diarrhoea, bloody or otherwise, has nothing to do with Erdheim-Chester disease. It affects the heart, lungs and areas of the brain, alongside fucking up your bone marrow. Diagnosis wouldn't involve a colonoscopy either, and "Purple papules"? Papules aren't subcutaneous, they only appear on one's skin, not on the inside of their organs.

Come on, man. If you're going to roleplay a medical professional, at least do your research.

I mean, in all fairness, I don't think it really affects any of the player characters in this game. Personally, I'm just glad to have IC up. I think that maybe just this once, a little bit of inaccuracy won't kill us, y'know? Once we have chars in trouble, then I will concede that medical accuracy, physics, etc. become necessities. But I think the big point of the post is that Mercy's in the kitchen so as to start interaction with other chars, so it probably won't hurt anything.
How about this RP's ships? Those are always fun to talk about.


*Scoots closer to the computer monitor, eating popcorn*

@MiddleEarthRoze Did someone say ships?

My OTP is Widowmaker/Tracer. I love the tall femme/small butch femmeslash dynamic, and I will go down with this ship, as long as it ends in a truly tragic and bittersweet end for one or both of them. Same goes for Soldier: 76/Reaper, which is my second favourite (and honestly, their pre-canon dynamic on its own would be my favourite if that was where it ended).

I also think Blizzard should just make all the characters queer and be done with it, so my opinion clearly matters little.

Other faves, ranked in order of preference:

Ana/Reinhardt
Zarya/Mei
Zarya/Katya Volskaya
Zarya/Lucio
Zarya/Me_IRL
Pharah/Symmetra
McCree/Hanzo
Lucio/The Beat Drop


Best Grandparents make for the best ship, hands down no contest.
And so help me I will fight you for the mighty queen of beautiful Russian countryside
@Lmpkio Dude, I have seen Alpha in all his hangry glory, I assure you. Talon as of now is a horde of morally ambiguous stormtroopers, an angry cloud of hate and shotguns, his livid daughter, a gun for hire, a half-shaved hacker, an assassin who can't feel emotions, an angry robot who can't stop won't stop, an eerily cheery lightning woman, and a VELOCIRAPTOR WITH GUNS. I DON'T THINK WE COULD BE MORE METAL IF WE TRIED

...And just in case it didn't get through there, yes, I like raptors. I don't know how one couldn't.

Also, I don't mean to exclude anyone I forgot, I just copied off of the char sheet page and the three canon members of Talon :T

@Jacobite Dammit, just listened to the song. Wasn't gonna be sad rn but so much for that

*table flip*
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