OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[vata]

"Maybe I don't need to ask." Is the response that comes naturally, her thumb reaching up to wipe a touch of chocolate from the corner of her mouth.

This is, after all, a vacation— she chose to come here, and her reasons for anything, observation or otherwise, are personal. Even in boredom or isolation or restlessness, whatever has her here, curled up in slowly-spreading warmth, Sombra always has a reason for taking action.

Or, in this case, not.

[araignee_du_soir]

That garnered a slight tilt of Amélie's head and a raise of her eyebrows. "Suit yourself. You are the one that likes to talk." Almost as though Sombra simply liked hearing her own voice. "Silence is an old friend of mine."

Even on this particular day, Amélie was comfortable without conversation. She was used to having no one to speak with - she didn't even talk to the headstone - though usually she was just sitting by the window watching the snow fall and the rest of Paris pass her by, continuing on its way as though she had never ever existed in the great city, had never danced under the lights.

But that was all so long ago. She should stop wondering what things could have been like. The thoughts always made her feel wrong in a way she couldn't explain.

[vata]

"Wasn't always."

There, at least, is the point of her observation, revealed at last. As usual, Sombra takes to the indirect path— the most nebulous tactics— to get what she wants.

It'd be easy to believe she slipped the translocator into Amélie's pocket, hoping for it to be found.

[araignee_du_soir]

"Incorrect. Silence always has been an old friend. It just used to be a different kind of silence."

The silence of intense focus on something, so much that all outside distractions faded away and it was just the music, the moment, the beauty. Amélie had the discipline to shut everything outside of herself away and excel. Now she shut everything inside herself away behind a locked door that she didn't have the key for, able to hear it from the other side if she focused hard enough, was in a place where it had a little life to it.

Much like Sombra had been before she knocked, cheek against the wood while a claw-like nail scraped along the grain...

thanks DW I never got this notif and I've been dying of thirst for the last three days.....

[vata]

Another long sip, sweetness coating the back of her tongue— she was always prone to bitterness and spice, but there's something addictive in the richness of this drink, and though Sombra's slow to finish it, she hasn't put it down just yet.

"Different how?"

She has to ask. Wants to see it for herself: the microexpressions— or the absence of them— what still lives beneath the surface of Widowmaker's thoughts, and how close they come to breaking through. Cold and aloof, she pretends to feel nothing.

Sombra knows better.

bad DW no biscuit

[araignee_du_soir]

It wasn't so much that she did feel something as much as Amélie knew how she was supposed to feel in various situations, could remember what it was like, that the abject disconnect she experienced between what she knew and what was could only be dealt with through bypassing the emotions. Only such a flawed and experimental procedure could produce something of such bizarre beauty. Talon really did craft the perfect weapon at the time, for no one picked at the edges, worried the loose threads... no one cared enough to look at the woman the weapon had been crafted from.

Clearly, Talon hadn't predicted the problems in their design that would come with placing Sombra and Widowmaker in close proximity, in having them work together for more than a mission here or there.

Amélie took another sip of the hot chocolate, licking the liquid off her lips as she leaned forward to set the mug down on the low table in arm's reach. "It was temporary. Situational. A..." She folded her hands in her lap, one finger worrying the groove between her knuckles. "...an exertion of my will. Like a moment in time and then I would let it all rush back in again and surround me."

She only felt that now when she killed. That moment as the life left her target was like the invigorating deluge of a waterfall. Breathtaking and refreshing. Powerful. Highly addictive if it wasn't for that vast well of willpower Amélie possessed.