Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ

|❄️| You all know what time it is.~

❝ Everyone has a price placed on them . . .

. . . Would you care to learn what yours is? ❞

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❝ When needing to see a mission through, there's no time for slip ups, let alone any that might cost someone a valuable asset. ❞

Reyes would have smiled if his features allowed for it, though it likely wouldn't have reached his eyes.

Far from her, he was equal parts Angela's monster as Moira's. It was Mercy's technology and will, yet it was Moira that helped stabilize his condition after the fact.

❝ I'd rather take a certainty than a gamble, at least for now... ❞

❝ I didn't /ask/ to be "saved" by you. Then again, you always /did/ have a bleeding heart... ❞

The wraith scoffed, his masked visage seeming to somehow harden.

❝ Placebos or "liquor logging" my body aren't exactly options I can deal with and you know it. ❞

The man sighed, some of his "mist" leaving him with a red hue mixed within the smokey black.

❝ Sometimes I wonder if I'd be able to become even a /fraction/ as whole as you are though. ❞

❝ It was /your/ technology that damned me into this existence. Consider yourself lucky we are allies /for now/, Zeigler... ❞

❝ Needing to siphon vs not being able to do anything is far from useless. Take it from the man who's very /existence/ depends on taking from others. ❞

A dry chuckle left the man's non-existent lips.

❝ At the very least, you can take comfort in a bottle. ❞

Reyes walked to the bottle, taking it in hand and examining the brand. Then he handed it to the drunken mess that was the doctor.

❝ I would have though you'd have other experiments to tend to than seeing how functional your liver is. ❞

The man folded his arms as he sat on the couch's arm.

Reyes was in his quarters, looking at a few reports sent to him via Talon's networking.

❝ So /that's/ where they've been hiding... Interesting. ❞

❝ As if you're one to talk about boundaries or privacy... ❞

The mist takes the form of Reyes, unmasked and with his cowl down.

❝ I don't imagine you've had any progress or breakthroughs if this is the state I'm finding you in. ❞

<<< news like I have with you. Granted, I don't suppose you'd ever have the attention span for it given... /This/. ❞

Cue the wraith gesturing towards the other and the bike as a whole.

Nevermind the junker's rather... Eccentric personality and actions, the wraith observed the motorcycle's newfound "improvements."

Reaper /could/ mention just how he knows about Junkrat, but he'll keep it vague for now.

❝ Surprised you haven't seen any reports about me and my appearances in the >>>

Cue a particular wraith coming from the vents in his mist-like form.

❝ Now isn't /this/ a sight. Having extra problems tonight, O'Deorain? ❞

From last night's isolation, Reyes is still without his mask on or cowl up. It felt nice to simply exist as just himself, especially since nobody was around to see it.

Seeing as how no one is around, Reyes takes the time to take his mask off and put his cowl down. He still looks horrible, a red-ish black mist coming from what remained of his cheeks and mangled fang-like molars.

❝ Becoming this... /Thing/ wasn't part of the plan, yet here I am... The Reaper. ❞

If she isn't drunk, then perhaps she wouldn't mind the image of death effectively materializing right next to her.

|☠️| Had to redo that because I noticed a grammatical error... I'm a bit pre-occupied with making dinner on top of all this lol

❝ It doesn't matter how fast you run or how many times you can have a redo just as quickly... One day, you'll make a slip that involves someone other than you.

Death is patient... Death is calm... Death is a /mercy/ upon us all... ❞

❝ For the sake of your own safety, I agree... The "innocent" have no place on a battlefield, waging a war they know nothing but the basics on. ❞

Cue Reaper taking off his mask, revealing the sickly grey skin, lack of cheeks, jagged and mutated teeth, and what wasn't rotten was burned. He was, for all intents and purposes, a living dead man.

❝ Just how do you intend to fix /this/ then? ❞

|☠️| Yoink~!

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❝ Another day, another migraine... ❞

Seems Reaper is up.

Reaper looked at a holo-projector with the Overwatch operative known as Tracer as the subject for study.

❝ I shouldn't be surprised that Oxton would find herself as a priority target. I don't see it though.

She's always been nothing more than a mosquito buzzing around at the end of the day... ❞

❝ Never killed someone who didn't deserve it. I don't intend to start now... ❞

Reyes was back at HQ, looking at a polaroid. It was the last picture taken before the rebellion Gabriel led against Jack's vision.

❝ To think that everyone else on my side was putting things into motion at that time... We should have acted then and saved ourselves the trouble. ❞

“𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒏'é𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆 à 𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅.”

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Regardless, the wraith seemingly vanished from the area as a whole. No more sensors were triggered, it was almost as if he just... Disappeared entirely, like he teleported.