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Soldier: 76 ([personal profile] mylawn) wrote in [community profile] aperture_high2016-07-24 11:40 am

got my knife got my gun let's see how fast you can run

[76 knows every base like the back of his hand. It's something he imagines makes him very frustrating when it comes to the hired security details stationed at some of the larger, more important Watchpoints. This is not one of those. This is an old, decrepit outpost that will likely have some supplies and not much more, unless he counts privacy.

But that's not what he's looking for, at the moment.

It's a flimsy lead, but it's the only one he has right now, so it's what he'll have to work with. 76 makes his way through broken chain link and forces his way through a rusted entrance. Glass crunches underneath his boots. He knows he'll be chastised for busting in the front door as usual, with little regard but he's not exactly looking to be discreet. Likely the person he's looking for is already aware of his intrusion.

So he might as well just make himself known. If it turns out he's wrong, and he's alone in the base, that's probably for the best. He's ready to take the chance.
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I know you're here.
tinkerhell: (i saw them rushing to your car)

[personal profile] tinkerhell 2016-07-24 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[The lead was planted, like everything else. If times had taught him nothing, they had at least taught him that the bread crumb trail would never be left alone if it was made appealing enough. Reaper doesn't need supplies, he doesn't need shelter or anything else. He wants for only one thing -- and just as he'd planned, it had come knocking right on schedule.

The chatter on the frequency 76 may or may not be listening on is nothing more than a distraction, directions and strike patterns for another location entirely. He is hardly about to allow someone else a shot at what rightfully is owed to him, but that doesn't mean he is about to let Jack think he is that fucking special

As always, his entry is too silent for someone of his size, a miasma that floats from somewhere in the rafters and coalesces on the ground in the dark to the right of Soldier: 76. If he's too slow to react, he'll end up in a choke hold.]


You didn't even let me say 'surprise'.
tinkerhell: (until the darkness killed the light)

[personal profile] tinkerhell 2016-07-25 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He is an incredibly solid man when he is corporeal, much like 76 himself. Reaper's reply is little more than a furious growl, deep and graveled along damaged vocal chords. The push back immediately turns into Reaper scrabbling for the other man's visor, knowing too well what an asset it is to him. It wouldn't blind Jack, and it wouldn't necessarily cripple him, but it would be annoying enough that he'd be satisfied for a few minutes.

His laugh is slightly unhinged, skips a few notes from the effort he exerts trying to overpower the other enhanced. He remains fixated on that stupid visor, ignoring how open he leaves himself.

After all, it wasn't as if he could die. He would always come back to haunt him.]


And you still came. Should I be flattered?
tinkerhell: (i saw them rushing to your car)

[personal profile] tinkerhell 2016-07-28 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Body armor is a blessing, but it doesn't stop blunt force. After his claws scrape across the other man's visor, he gets a solid knee right in the groin, incapacitating his ability to follow up. When was the last time anyone had gotten close enough to him to remind him that death didn't actually stop everything?

Reaper's otherwise solid muscles go completely rigid and his nonexistent breath catches behind a snarl of pain and a nauseous groan. Clawed gauntlets clench in 76's grip, and he momentarily struggles to stay standing before dropping heavy to one knee. Below his hips, nothing wants to function.

Instead of fighting the pain, a wheezy and unhinged laugh escapes his chest. Its only half genuine -- most of him seethes with anger, jealousy, and many other unsavory emotions.]


Clever.

[He tries to summon enough strength to throw 76 off of his wrists and into the nearest wall.]