text, un: ogundimu //// forward dated to end of triple moons

[goldrighthand]

Looking for a technician skilled with prosthesis.

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couldn't resist: un: deorain because originality.

[biotictouch]

[ Better to bite the bullet with honey instead of vinegar. ]

What happpened this time?

voice;

[tekhartha]

Akande Ogundimu.

[It is not a question. He says it realising, belatedly, that it is an inevitability, that where Overwatch went Talon would soon follow like the phases of the moon, casting its cold, stark light across Zenyatta's heart and stilling him in its spotlight.

Mondatta would not wish him to be vengeful. He does not wish it either. But there curls within him nonetheless a quiet despair that rattles the bars of his self-control.

He does not like to think of himself as a prison.]

un: SOMBRA

[infiltrar]

need someone to kiss your booboo better too? i'm free.

[goldrighthand]

[Oh HO. This is a pleasant surprise.]

I had an encounter with a soldier.

[read between the lines, Moira.]

voice;

[goldrighthand]

[Oh. Well.

This is interesting.

He recognizes an Omnic's voice, but it's certainly not Max; a pity, that'd have made two three in a row. As it is, this actually has him switch to voice.]

You know my name.

[goldrighthand]

[-Sombra he would not be surprised if you already knew what happened. As it is, one can almost hear the deadpan in the text;]

That won't be necessary.

[tekhartha]

A great many would, in our world. You are famous. [Infamous. Though he would rather keep himself as carefully neutral as possible for the moment.] My name is Zenyatta- we have not met before, if you are wondering.

[goldrighthand]

I see. I cannot say I find that disappointing in the least.

Is there something you needed from me, Zenyatta, or are you merely confirming my identity?

[tekhartha]

[No. He wouldn't, would he?]

I only wish for you to confirm something for me. I have heard rumours that Talon were responsible for the assassination of the Shambali leader Mondatta in King's Row. Is that true?

[He has read the news, followed the threads; no organisation has yet claimed responsibility for Mondatta's death, and Ogundimu was, as he recalls, still imprisoned at the time. But if anyone should know of it...]

text | un: fantasma

[teaserving]

im sure somene cn find you a hook for a hand or a peg leg
arrrr

[goldrighthand]

[Oh, he knows. He very much knows. There's a short 'hn' in response, because, well. Something tells him that's not the question he's really being asked.]

Where did you hear these rumors?

[This isn't a matter of being coy. This is him trying to understand what the other is after.]

👀

[goldrighthand]

I'm afraid that's not quite to my taste.

[teaserving]

i cant really help you then absolutely tragic

[goldrighthand]

I'm certain I will find a way to endure.

[teaserving]

i believe in you pirate man

[tekhartha]

[If it is an explanation he seeks, Akande will have his chance to ask outright. Zenyatta is, for the most part, transparent.]

From various other omnics. Online. It is hardly a conspiracy theory.

[goldrighthand]

Hardly. It certainly fits Talon's modus operandi, doesn't it? Or of someone who simply disagreed with what he preached.

[goldrighthand]

Humor me. What makes you think I'm a pirate?

[tekhartha]

[That is true, and Zenyatta has spent many nights wondering if it might have been so- if some solitary ghost of a man had condensed all that rage and hatred into one finger on the trigger of a gun.

He is unmoved.]

Is that what you believe? [a pause.] They were a master marksman. Meticulous.

[goldrighthand]

[He doesn't believe. He knows.]

They clearly knew what they were doing. I commend their skill.

Why are you asking me if I know who was behind an assassination? Does it truly matter to you who was behind the trigger?

[You looking for a target, buddy?]

[tekhartha]

Skill.

[In Zenyatta's voice the word is hollow and flat; he would like to summon some sort of disgust for that implication of admiration, but it seems a wasted effort, and he knows deep down that expressing it will not drive back the ache that still lingers within him.]

... I cannot change the past. I seek only to learn the truth, and to look into the eyes of the one who stole my brother's life, and understand.

[goldrighthand]

Your brother.

[A repeat as his mind races. He knows Mondatta was a monk; it wouldn't be a far cry to guess that this is another, or at least one that believed enough in his teachings to consider themselves a disciple. As for what those teachings were - well, obviously, peace between human and omnic.

Heh.]

Let your rumors be confirmed, then.

[u mad, bro?]

[teaserving]

nothing honestly

w o w

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta disconnects.

Then, sat still and silent in the privacy of his room, he erupts.

It breaks across him all at once, hurt, like black ice shattering over his head, like rain lashing his back, so raw and potent and powerful that his processes stagger and his array flashes scattered warnings and the hurt in him swells dark and violet within him, a bruise on his soul he cannot help but press upon, over and over again until he can barely think. The glass in the window at his back trembles in its frame

Would you try to control the wind or the tides? it is like hearing his own ghost, only in double, Feel it. Embrace it. How will you bid it farewell, if you cannot even look upon it?

and holds.

Zenyatta's hands unfurl from their fatal grip upon the knees of his trousers. Almost carelessly, he makes a note to patch them later. Then he reconnects.]

Why?

[goldrighthand]

[That disconnection speaks for itself. Akande allows himself to imagine the reaction, and is ready to dismiss this conversation until he gets a ping that the connection's reopened.

...really?]

Why do you think?