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And just like that, she was down - Chapter 7: what a good girl
[23 Jun 2018|10:10am]

[ mood | surprised ]

Well, it's been a while for a new chapter of this story, and to be honest, I'm as surprised as you are and am making no promises about an update schedule, but... for what it's worth, I have some idea where this is going, and I've never considered it abandoned, so... here we go!

And Just Like That, She Was Down
Chapter 7: what a good girl
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[Late 2070]

"Oh, nicely done. What a good girl!"

Widowmaker smiled, her head tilted, just a little, as she looked down the sight of her very, very long, very, very large rifle, at the blood splatter she'd made against the far floor, the body fallen beneath it, before being cleared away, by silent, jumpsuit-clad workers.

The tall woman behind her patted her head, and she smiled again.

"Are you ready for the next one?"

The young Widowmaker - only weeks old, at this point - nodded eagerly, golden eyes bright, reloading her rifle, and then, another figure ran, darting, across the wide, open floor below. She tracked, quickly, excitedly, firing, and missing, but close, just behind; she fired again, and missed as the figure jerked and she reacted, but too much, the bullet flying ahead.

"A little too much, dear. You've almost got it. Keep tracking."

"I'm so slow," she said, sadly, firing again, and just missing.

"No, no, no, dear. You're learning. And - well, we are going to speed you up again, soon. I know it's frustrating, but you're faster than you think. Try again."

The baby spider nodded, shooting the new figure down, and then, as another was thrown onto the floor, she instantly snapped over and shot them, a single round to the back of the head. Blood flew from both bodies.

"Very nice, young lady. Particularly the second shot. Note the artistry of the spray. Beautiful."

She shivered, happily, feeling, deeply, something she wasn't allowed to do, often, but which she was allowed, occasionally. When she was good. Particularly when she was very good.

They released three prisoners onto the field at once. The first fell to the ground, holding their head in their arms, shaking, and she silenced them with a single shot to the top of the skull, whispering, "Pathetic." The other two she tracked, as they ran, missing one with one shot, growling a little in frustration...

"Stay with it, you can do it," she heard, from behind.

...until they ran together, for just a moment, and she took them both, with a single shot, as they crossed her sights, and she smiled again, allowed to feel.

"Exquisite," the voice behind her said, filled with pride. "What a good girl! I knew you could do it, damhán alla."

"Are there more?" she asked, excited, but then calmed, as she felt her emotions being shut down, again.

"No, not right now. I need to analyse these readings. Stand down."

The pale woman tinged in blue nodded, emotions again disabled, unloaded her rifle and set to its holder at her side, as she'd been trained to do. It disappeared, and for just a moment, she felt enough to feel sad, before she again felt nothing at all.

The red-haired woman lowered the force field surrounding the two of them and stepped forward, removing the sensors, one at a time, from her body, as she watched, disinterested. "We'll be introducing the next round of therapy once I've studied these results."

The blue-haired baby spider nodded, but said nothing, until a thought occurred, surprising her, and so, she voiced it. "Why do they take my rifle away?"

Dr. O'Deorain looked up, a little surprised at the initiative herself. "To analyse it, dear. The perfect spider should have a perfect weapon. Eventually, it will be tailored to you, exactly." She pulled the last of the sensors off the woman's body.

"Now, Lacroix - it's time to get you back on the treadmill. Get changed, and meet me there in ten minutes."

"Acknowledged."

-----

[present day]

"Miss? I know it's none of my business, but..."

Widowmaker - non, she thought, Danielle Guillard, here - raised a single eyebrow at the older woman behind the counter. "Quoi? No, wait, I can guess."

"I really am sorry, I guess you must get it a lot... colloidal silver?"

Mon dieu, she thought. Lena avait raison. "How did you know? My parents, my father, particularly - he was a, how do you say, 'big believer?' in all of that nonsense." She shook her head. "It was not my idea."

"I knew it," said the white-haired woman, tapping the countertop with her hand. "I had a great-uncle, out in Montana, went blue just about the same way. Argyria, they called it."

Je doute que c'était la même chose, she thought. "Yes - I believe that is correct."

"Does it hurt?" asked the store's owner. "I never got to ask him, I only saw pictures."

"No," she smirked. "Though... the treatments to make it a deeper, more solid, even blue... those did."

"Well, they did a good job at least. It looks a lot better on you than it did on ol' Uncle Stan." She put the last of the items into the large cloth bag. "Thanks for stopping in again - you with Lena and Emily? Are we gonna be seeing you on the regular?"

"I am, in fact, working for them," she said, with a small and particularly enigmatic smile.

"How nice! I heard they were back in business."

"They never left the business. They simply had a long-term contract elsewhere, and it is over."

"Oh, I see! I know it's all very hush-hush, some kind of military consulting, isn't it? So I won't ask. But is that where you met?"

The blue assassin considered the question, and found it amusing. "Yes. I was with a rival company, but they made a very good offer, and I accepted. The work is different, but I am... glad... I did."

"Well then," she said, putting the receipt atop the groceries. "Hope t'see you back again soon," she looked back at the register, "Dani?"

"I prefer Danielle. But - thank you," said the blue woman. "And it is likely you will." With that, and a small smile, as she picked up her bags and left the Shaniko general store, putting on her sunglasses, and stepping out into the late August heat.

Mary picked up her phone, and placed a call. As it rang, she smiled, and when it picked up - "Hello?" - she smiled to herself. "Sylvia, it's Mary, over at the store. I was right - it was colloidal silver, just like great-uncle Stan. Her parents' fault. And you owe me ten dollars."

"It's worth it," came the voice on the other end of the line - and just across town, at the ice cream parlour - "if you'll come over here and dish the whole story."

"I'll be right over."

-----

Lena smiled at the first payment made to The Oxton Group since the Overwatch recall, from one of her old regulars, putting her back on retainer. Paperwork from four other former clients were en route. She'd explained the "non-compete agreement" that some members of her group had with those in the reformed Overwatch; it hadn't caused a moment of hesitation. I don't like how it happened, she thought, leaning back in her chair, but it's nice to have money coming back in, regardless.

She saw the proximity alert fire, and the IFF with it identifying "Danielle Guillard"'s vehicle. Emily popped her head into the office, hair finally dry. "Is that Widowmaker, love?"

Lena nodded. "Yep! Just home. And walking into the elevator right now."

"Brilliant," she said, popping 'outside' to wait by the elevator, beating the doors by only a few seconds. "Hey, love - welcome home. Hoo, that's a lot of bags. How'd it go?"

Widowmaker nodded, and her eyes widened, and she jumped forward, wrapping Emily in a tight, tight hug, nuzzling into her neck, before shaking herself, and making herself let go. "I... I apologise. I have..."

Emily smiled, gently, and took Widowmaker's hand. "Love, it's fine, honestly. You can hug me like that whenever you want." The assassin had not discontinued her conditioning medications, but she'd lowered the dose back, just a bit, feeling her way forward as the enhancer in her bloodstream ebbed down, just the slightest, after the latest injection. "I did ... not have this problem, outside."

Kestrel nodded. The strongest emotions... "It went well, then?"

"It did," Widowmaker said, picking up most of the bags. "It felt very strange to be doing such... ordinary things... as myself," she said, a little bit uncertain, almost a little bit confused. "Talon had staff for such tasks, and Amélie remembers the same for Overwatch, except at home, where they had..." She searched the previous woman's memories. "A person would deliver such things, I think."

"We're a bit far out for grocery delivery," Emily nodded. "But nothing upsetting?"

"No," Danielle said, with certainty.

"Hey, luv!" said Lena, appearing at the door. "Ooh, that's a lot, lemmie help." She jogged forward and picked up a few more of the bags. "We got paid!"

The blue assassin tilted her head, a puzzled expression across her face. "The clerk - Mary, is it? - asked about colloidal silver, just as you expected. How did you know?"

Emily laughed, and Lena rolled her eyes, grinning. "She's got about six repeating stories about her family, and her great-uncle or whatever is one of 'em. I'd've been surprised if she didn't talk about it."

The three of them made their way back 'inside,' and Lena tore into bags, putting things away, until, "Ice cream! Brilliant." And she dove for a bowl and spoon.

"Will the payment you mentioned be followed up with an assignment?" inquired the assassin, one eyebrow raised, as she watched Lena eat.

"One of my Chinese clients wants me to fly out, look at a security system up close after I audit the plans," she said, between bites of ice cream. "But that won't be for a few months. It's retainer work, but it adds up."

"Don't worry too much about it," Emily said. "I've still got the BAE gig, that money's coming in just fine."

"I do not worry about it," snorted the spider. "It has only been a few weeks, but I feel..." she said the word, with a hint of distaste, "idle, in ways I do not like."

"Does that mean you're wantin' to sign on?" Lena asked.

"I think it does."

"We'll need to keep it on the down low, y'realise."

Emily nodded. "Tight NDA wrappers, top-level clients only. Would that work for you?"

Widowmaker thought about it carefully. Her aim had not suffered, at least, not yet, from the reduced conditioning drug dose. Better training - better use - would serve her well. "Yes," she said, eventually. "I am conditioned to working in total secrecy - this would be more open than in my past. But I think it would work."

"Brilliant. I'll send some discreet notices out tonight."

Emily poked at her wife. "You gonna share that, or just eat the entire two litres yourself?"

"Oh!" She said, surprised. "Y'want some?" She teleported across to the kitchen, and grabbed two more bowls. "Wids, can you eat ice cream?"

"Yes," she said, pulling out the baguette she'd made that morning, herself, a bit of strong cheese, and the blackberry preserves, from the store. "But I prefer this."

"Y'sure? Have y'tried it?" she asked, scooping some out for Kestrel, topping it with a dusting of chocolate shavings.

"Have you tried this?" the Frenchwoman asked, archly.

"Y'offerin'?"

She tilted her head to one side, considering. The question hadn't crossed her mind, at least, not in any sort of conscious way. "I... think I am. Doesn't it.. mean something, to share food? I think it does."

"Yeah," Lena grinned, and put the rest of the ice cream away. "It does. I'd love to. Thanks!"

"Kest... Emily?"

Emily smiled. "Is there enough?"

"Of course."

"Then yeh, love. I would."

"It is best just cooled from oven, I think, but it has only been a couple of hours..." She tore off a pair of pieces, spread a little of the French-made raspberry preserves over the exposed white interior, and placed a piece of the strong Belgian goat cheese on each.

"You make something so simple seem so posh, did y'know that?" Emily said, and Lena laughed, just a little, agreeing.

The blue assassin shrugged in response. "It is how I do this." She handed each of the pieces off, one to each of her...

...que sont-ils? she thought, to herself. "Partenaires d'affaires" n'est pas la bonne réponse...

The attachment she'd felt to Emily hadn't dimmed in the least, over the last few weeks. The trust she felt in Lena hadn't, either.

"Oh, this is nice, Blue," Emily said, eyes half-closed. "Sharp, and sweet..."

Tracer nodded. "Really good. Didn't imagine you'd be a baker, luv."

"I am not sure I imagined..." She thought, for a moment, looking down at her own portion, then looking over at Lena's and Emily's ice cream, waiting, still cold on the table. Her hand darted out, grabbed the spoon sitting in the bowl, took an outsized amount, and ate it, almost before she knew what she was doing.

Emily blinked, surprised, as Lena looked back and forth between the two of them. "Well," she said, a little nervously, "we did offer..."

"...I don't know why I did that," Widowmaker said, sounding a little confused, a little lost, but feeling... satisfied, somehow, that she'd done it. "I do not even like ice cream. Amélie did not, either. And I have never had ice cream, not since..."

...depuis mon enfance? Je n'ai jamais été un enfant., she thought. Pourquoi ai-je pensé ça?

"Bits of your conditioning flaking off, like the hug, maybe?" Emily suggested.

Bien sûr, she thought, as she nodded her agreement, and drank some of her water, and returned to her bread, and preserves, and cheese, which were familiar, which tasted...

...so much better.

She looked at her two rescuers, and nodded again. "I think so. I also think I should be very careful in how I manage this... adjustment."

"PTSD survivor, luv," Lena said, offering a hand, across the table. "I know from mood swings. We'll take it slow."

The spider smiled, her head tilted, just a little, as she looked down at Lena's hand, which was joined by Emily's, and then, to her surprise, her own. "We will."

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The Arc of Ascension, Fragment s5,1: I Wish I Believed That
[20 Jun 2018|06:43pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Fragment s5,1: I Wish I Believed That

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Ana Amari's visit to Oasis has ended in anguish for her, and heartbreak for Fareeha. In the shadows, Widowmaker has been watching over their reunion, but what will happen as Ana flees, and when the Huntress returns home?

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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The Arc of Ascension, Saga 5: That’s Me Trying
[17 Jun 2018|06:03pm]

[ mood | pleased ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Saga 5: That’s Me Trying

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Ana Amari has found a way into Oasis. It is a short-lived chance, and must be taken - if it is to be taken - at once. So of course, she goes.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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a thought
[15 Jun 2018|11:03pm]

[ mood | thoughtful ]

What if all this, in part, is a dry-run for climate refugees?

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monsters
[14 Jun 2018|04:41pm]

[ mood | disgusted ]

Watching Trump supporters go about cheering concentration camps for children and attacking people who protest them for - supposedly - not protesting loudly enough during Obama just makes me go, like...

...if your reaction to bestial depravity is to cheer it because you want to think people you dislike didn't protest loudly enough at lower levels of abuse? You aren't even looking for an excuse. You're just a centreless void, a contemptible sucking ethical and moral vacuum pretending to be a person, eating away at the very idea of civilisation itself.

I don't care what your fucking political enemies did or did not say about it. If you're supporting atrocities? YOU ARE FUCKING SUPPORTING ATROCITIES. I don't fucking care why. YOU ARE SUPPORTING ATROCITIES.

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The Arc of Ascension, Fragment i1,1: Power Play
[13 Jun 2018|07:49pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Fragment i1,1: Power Play

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The gods of Oasis have launched their Concordat, offering promises of advanced medical technology, miracle treatments, sharing their advancements with the world. But as the remnants of Overwatch gather their allies to observe the proceedings, they are convinced these “gifts” must come at a hefty price.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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42,000+ and counting
[13 Jun 2018|02:23pm]

[ mood | confused ]

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascention has officially broken into novel length, and we're not ready to even start wrapping it up. Zarya's story alone is already a novelette, and - unless we break the latter half off into its own work - will quite likely end up being a novella, by itself.

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The Arc of Ascension: Interlude 1 - The Concordat
[10 Jun 2018|06:25pm]

[ mood | calm ]

The new gods have risen, ready, at last, to grapple with a world of heroes. Moira O'Deorain herself has been reborn, now made one of the creations her previous self meant to rule, and she works with her wife - the goddess Mercy - and their ensemble of new deities to remake the world, to improve it... for everyone.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension
Interlude 1: The Concordat
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JOINT PRESS CONFERENCE
OASIS | NUMBANI | 4 April 2078 (Monday)
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Ascension is a continuance of Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Creation, a side-step sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow it as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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holy hell
[05 Jun 2018|11:19pm]

[ mood | touched ]

Once in a great while, you get the kind of comment that you want to take, and build into a house, so you can live in it. This is one of those times. (It's on The Armourer and the Living Weapon, Chapter 6.)

Reshikratia on Chapter 6 Tue 05 Jun 2018 05:17PM PDT

Oh god, this is the worst thing I have ever read and I truly mean it in the most flattery way possible. This hurricane of euphoric psychopathy just makes me smile throughout the whole story and frankly this is so unexpected but blissful that I can't help but feel that this is a masterpiece, a true work of art. As much as I am shocked writing this, this might be my all-time favorite Overwatch AU.

From the deep insight into the eerie place that is Emily's mind, to Tracer's own brand of joyous and optimistic callousness, not to forget the rest of Overwatch as in-name-only heroes that are so messed up their saving the world feels like an adult comedy show. Honorable mention to Moira being extra extra and adding so much flair and gravitas to a completely absurd scenario that actually makes it that much immersive. But, in my opinion, the real star of the show, the one hogging most of the spotlight is your deliciously unrepentant Widow, free of all the angst and glitter that usually keep her company in each of her appearance in this fandom. She's just the perfect blend of cold, magnetic, and efficiently violent. Her matter of fact brutality gives such a counterpoint to the general exuberant violence that this very fucked up character actually feels like the straight (wo)man in this cast of degenerates...

Reading this feel like you've stepped into an alternate reality where up is down and right is left and the completely alien morality that rules it gives this world an almost dream-like quality you can't help but relish in. Each chapter is a nice addition dragging us further down the rabbit hole and leaves us hanging, wanting to know more about this strange universe. It feels like culture shock, like discovering a new people and learning of their traditions, and even as everything you've learnt your whole life screams at you that this is wrong, you can't help but shrug- delighted to explore a whole new world brought about by expanding your perspective- thinking 'heh, this is just the way things work around here". You've crossed the line twice, past absurdist nihilism, straight into believable setting and this kind of whiplash I get at every twist and turn keeps me on my toe and hyper aware. Your writing coaxed out of me this endless cycle of "wait, what?" to "Welp, that happened" to "well, why not?" to "Thinking about it I don't even know why I'm surprised about this..." straight into "wait, what?" again. This is my favorite kind of story, the sort where you're caught into a whirlwind of reactions, that never lets you breath, that makes you feel so happy you're almost dizzy, and as much as you think you know how things will turn out there's always a swerve that throws you off and makes you click on the next chapter with a mix of apprehension and excitation. Any story that can pull that much out of me is an instant win, but the fact that this actually makes me accept, and even crave, things that in any other setting would feel forced and ridiculous makes this a one of a kind pleasure that'll surely stay with me long after I've finished it and will provide incredible amount of reread value...

It's just so cathartic and disturbingly light, this is addictive and I can't get enough... I know the story is complete and I can binge it but your writing was so superb I couldn't hold off commenting any longer... Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for this lovely, tingling, riot of a story, you're a gem and from now on I'll be watching your work very closely.

You've won me over and in only two chapters convinced me to pull an all-nighter, if needed, on this. This made my day so extra hats' off to you!!

There are so many pull-quotes I don't even know where to begin.

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Of Gods and Monsters, Edda 8: Quicksilver-Eyed Moira
[03 Jun 2018|07:06pm]

[ mood | nervous ]

Of Gods and Monsters
Edda 8: Quicksilver-Eyed Moira
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And then, one day, one simple suggestion changed everything.


Of Gods and Monsters is a side-step/alternate-ending sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon, told in a series of eddas, sagas, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. Eddas and Sagas appear late Sunday/early Monday, fragments, texts, and standalone cantos appear Thursday and/or Friday. To follow the story as a whole, please subscribe to the series.

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Of Gods and Monsters, Fragment e7,3: Early February, 2078
[01 Jun 2018|10:33am]

[ mood | curious ]

Of Gods and Monsters
Fragment e7,3: Early February, 2078
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A new balance of power within Talon is being struck, but Sombra has goals of her own in mind.


Of Gods and Monsters is a side-step/alternate-ending sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon, told in a series of eddas, sagas, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. Eddas and Sagas appear late Sunday/early Monday, fragments, texts, and standalone cantos appear Thursday and/or Friday. To follow the story as a whole, please subscribe to the series.

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Of Gods and Monsters, Fragment e7,2: Late January, 2078
[30 May 2018|10:12am]

[ mood | calm ]

Of Gods and Monsters
Fragment e7,2: Late January, 2078
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A quiet two hundred milliseconds with Athena.


Of Gods and Monsters is a side-step/alternate-ending sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon, told in a series of eddas, sagas, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. Eddas and Sagas appear late Sunday/early Monday, fragments, texts, and standalone cantos appear Thursday and/or Friday. To follow the story as a whole, please subscribe to the series.

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tomorrow i may suck, but today, i was good
[29 May 2018|11:40pm]

[ mood | pleased ]

This video is just bots; specifically, it's all Ana, which you use because Ana has the smallest head. I do an hour of target practice a day, if I can, and while it's slow, my shots really are improving. (I set four personal bests today, and this was part of that, so.)

If I can start shooting like this continually, I'll be a threat at a higher level. I'm hoping I can get there. (gfycat version)

I also practice aerial shots in that hour, which is to say, shots taken after launching myself into the air. This highlight is from an actual game - a custom game, deathmatch FFA, Widowmaker-only, headshots only.

I landed several of these today, and took the lead here. I ended up finishing third, and high-place finishes were a thing today. It was... really nice. (gfycat version)

I even ran into sensei in a couple of those games, and was getting headshots against them. And I got DMed asking if I'd upped the sensitivity of my scope, because it was pretty fucking clear that I had. And, of course, I had. A lot.

I feel really good that it was noticed.

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some bits of fun
[29 May 2018|12:07am]

[ mood | bored ]

Triple-kill and then two more in a Pharah Play of the Game. They knew who the problem was, they just couldn't do anything about it.

Two double-kills in a Tracer POTG. That was satisfying.

Starting with three out the gate as Widowmaker let them know that I needed to be dealt with, and it took them until the final five metres to figure out how to do it, but unfortunately, they did.

I feel like I'm putting in a lot of work and not getting much of anywhere, though. I'm still stuck in silver, which is awful, half the time I'm literally trying to teach people how to play. Several people have told me you really can't climb much full-time solo-queueing, but I never have groups in which to play, 'cause mostly people I know who play are on PC.

Also, is anybody still reading any of this? Last time anybody reacted to anything I posted was.... 45 posts ago, back on March 12th, 11 weeks ago. I'd hoped Dreamwidth would take off a bit after last year, and moreso with the most recent Facebook hellstorm, but that obviously hasn't happened. Nobody really bailed on Facebook, and everybody just keeps on going along with whatever the fuck Zuckerberg feels like doing next. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Of Gods and Monsters, Fragment e7,1: Late January, 2078
[27 May 2018|08:04pm]

[ mood | calm ]

Of Gods and Monsters
Fragment e7,1: Late January, 2078
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Angela Ziegler isn't the only one who has had an eye on Michael Ngcobo, and the two intelligence agents Jack Morrison refers to as LEITER and M share some unfortunate news, in London.


Of Gods and Monsters is a side-step/alternate-ending sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon, told in a series of eddas, sagas, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. Eddas and Sagas appear late Sunday/early Monday, fragments, texts, and standalone cantos appear Thursday and/or Friday. To follow the story as a whole, please subscribe to the series.

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Of Gods and Monsters, Edda 7: Palladium-eyed Michael
[23 May 2018|06:25pm]

[ mood | pleased ]

Of Gods and Monsters
Edda 7: Palladium-eyed Michael
solarbird and bzarcher

Innovation never stops, and the medical research community is always happy to meet and discuss the latest advances on someone else’s expense account. Dr. Angela Ziegler, though, is more looking for one particular lunch date - but Dr. Michael Ngcobo would rather not stay for dessert.


Of Gods and Monsters is a side-step/alternate-ending sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon, told in a series of eddas, sagas, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. Eddas and Sagas appear late Sunday/early Monday, fragments, texts, and standalone cantos appear Thursday and/or Friday. To follow the story as a whole, please subscribe to the series.

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Of Gods and Monsters, Fragment s4,2: January 1st, 2078
[20 May 2018|06:14pm]

[ mood | surprised ]

Of Gods and Monsters
Fragment s4,2: January 1st, 2078
solarbird and bzarcher

The Weapons and their friends are hanging out together late on New Year's Eve and into New Year's Day, waiting for the ball to drop in New York, when Sombra starts asking a lot of very carefully considered questions.


Of Gods and Monsters is a side-step/alternate-ending sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon, told in a series of eddas, sagas, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. Eddas and Sagas appear late Sunday/early Monday, fragments, texts, and standalone cantos appear Thursday and/or Friday. To follow the story as a whole, please subscribe to the series.

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Of Gods and Monsters, Text s4,1: 00:00:00 01/JAN/2078 UTC +0
[18 May 2018|05:38pm]

[ mood | calm ]

Of Gods and Monsters
Text s4,1: 00:00:00 01/JAN/2078 UTC +0
solarbird and bzarcher

As the clock strikes midnight on the new year, a goddess and a thief meet, and talk, on carefully neutral ground.


Of Gods and Monsters is a side-step/alternate-ending sequel to The Armourer and the Living Weapon, told in a series of eddas, sagas, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. Eddas and Sagas appear late Sunday/early Monday, fragments, texts, and standalone cantos appear Thursday and/or Friday. To follow the story as a whole, please subscribe to the series.

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excuse me, but...
[17 May 2018|08:04pm]

[ mood | pleased ]

Excuse me, enemy Hanzo; excuse me, enemy Widowmaker; but I am the sniper who matters here.

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scope speed multiplier
[17 May 2018|05:22pm]

[ mood | thoughtful ]

I changed my scope speed multiplier from .20 to .50. That refers to how quickly you can move left/right/up/down with the rifle scope, relative to your basic speed/control sensitivity, when it's up. That's also a big jump - it ranges from .01 to 1.00, so this is kind of two and a half times faster.

After doing it, I immediately set an Annabots Nepal target count record, and, to my even greater surprise, tied my record shot percentage even though none of my sweep shots were working.

(That was in basic mode. From the perch, which I did first, I did not break the records, but did attain my second highest kill total, and a shot percentage drop of only 1, so.)

If this holds up, and if I can get my sweep shots working again - a matter of timing and highly dependent upon scope speed - then that should be a pretty significant help to my game.

Of course, that's only a couple of very specific kinds of shooting, but still. I've been feeling very slow. Here's hoping this helps sort it.

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