genessia | ten consciousnesses.

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ten consciousnesses.

WHO: Sertoria & Angela!
WHAT: Two angels stuck in their house during the blizzard. Shenanigans ensue.
WHEN: Blizzard event.
WHERE: Their house in Genessia.
WARNINGS: Possible sad stuff being discussed? Will update as we go along.

It had become commonplace for the mornings to comprise of Sertoria always being the first to greet Angela with a cup of coffee and breakfast already made for she didn't require sleep. And really, what else was she to do in the meantime beyond occupy her time with chores around the house to busy herself?

"Good morning, Angela. How did you sleep?" she spoke, a smile crossing her features while she looked at her. She strolled over to the table, placing down the plates of food that she made while still wearing that smile on her face.

There was a pause as she strolled over to the oven, looking out the windows as she saw naught much but sheer whiteness. For all the time she spent in Genessia, she never experienced a weather quite like this here. In her mind, she wondered how her friends were faring and if she should go out there and see what she could do to help out. Perhaps in a bit...

...when she's had some breakfast perhaps. She was still insistent that it was a waste of food to have her eat when she didn't require nourishment in the first place.

"Would you require anything else to eat? I would not mind making it for you if you do."

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Angela has always appreciated when Sertoria did that for her. She wasn't always the best at getting to bed at a decent time, due to work, she tries though. Although there are times when she did intentionally wait up to make sure that Sertoria wasn't all alone sometimes. Sometimes she felt a little guilty that she was doing most of the housework when Sertoria was busy with work, so she did what she could. Today was much like the same, but seeing how they were snowed in, she doubted that she wasn't going to be able to leave.

After thanking her for the coffee, she looked out the window while taking a sip of it, "I slept okay. It's a little cold, but not too bad otherwise." She would have asked Sertoria as well, but seeming as she didn't sleep, she refrained from doing so. After studying the outside, she went to go sit down at the table to eat breakfast.

"I'm okay with this, but I'm not sure if I can actually get to work like this. We'll have to see what happens," she'll have to call in later if she has to.

It doesn't take her long to decide to at least eat something -- if not for her sake, but for Angela's own. There has always been guilt from the older female for knowing that she usually didn't require food, and yet, when they went out, she often didn't order something to enjoy alongside her. Perhaps... Yes, perhaps she can start off again by trying to be human around her.

"That is good. I am glad that you were able to sleep well," she replied, still wearing that smile on her face. After she made some toast and helped herself to some leftover eggs, she walked over with her own cup of coffee.

"Since we are hospital staff, I am sure that we could find someone willing to take us in so that we can help patients if you would like to go to work today in this, Angela."

Honestly, if she didn't require it, was there harm if she didn't eat? As long as Sertoria was okay and not in any serious shape, she could probably deal with not seeing Sertoria eat or sleep. Normally if that were the case, she'd worry about the person, but since Sertoria didn't need it, she wasn't as insistent and she usually would be.

"I suppose. I guess I wouldn't mind, but if we can't leave than there's not much we can do about that," she shrugged. Maybe if nothing else, this could be a forced vacation on Angela's behalf. She didn't take enough time for herself as it was. It was still nice to spend time with Sertoria as well. "Hopefully things will die down soon."

Still, though, there were times that she did genuinely enjoy eating, especially when it was done with friends. She ate at her food a little, sipping at the coffee she had made for the both of them.

"I hope so too, especially for everyone's sake." Even now, she placed others before herself as she was often known to do. She took a moment to glance outside the window, noting that the conditions didn't seem like they'd be dying down any time soon. "Hm... Is there anything that you would like to do around here, Angela?"

Angela didn't particularly have anything in mind, but she was okay with spending more time with her angelic housemate. After all, she doubted that the storm would let up any time soon.

"Hmm... Nothing really comes to mind," she said until she realized with an "oh!" and got up to grab something. She came back with Bankruptcy and set it on the side of the table. "How about this?"

Azure eyes glanced up at the younger woman when she returned and she merely smiled, nodding in affirmation.

"I would love to play that with you," she said, finishing off her food. She pursed her lips together in thought and got up, going over to the pantry to get them some snacks and more to drink.

"Would you like some hot chocolate?"

Thankfully she'd already finished her food, so she cleaned up the plates and took them over to the sink, glancing over. She gave her a nod, "That would be great, thanks." After she was done with putting them in -- she'll wash them later -- she returned back to the table to start setting it up.

With a nod, Sertoria went to work on making them some hot chocolate along with some marshmallows in it. It doesn't take her more than a few minutes to make the drinks as she carried them over to the table.

"It has been ages since I played a game like this. I hope that my skills are satisfactory."

Again, she thanked her for making her hot chocolate and took a small sip of it to keep from burning herself. She shook her head lightly, "I don't really think you need skills for this game. Anyone could play it. What piece would you like to use as a token?" she asked, showing them to her. She was going to take the cat if Sertoria didn't, but she was going to let her choose first. In the end, it didn't matter what Angela had.

Her eyes shifted over to the tokens that were available and picked out the ship once she placed the mugs down on the table. "I shall take the ship," she stated before taking her place once more at the table. A thoughtful hum passed from her lips as she pondered on what else they could do while playing...

Well, there was always that.

"I realize that while I know the basics on you, you hardly know anything on me beyond my name and the fact that I can heal people with the use of my powers at the hospital. Would you like to know more about me while we play this game, and if you would like, you could divulge more about yourself?"

While she set the ship down, she rolled to see who would go first. Of course it was her luck to only get 4 upon initial roll. Oh well, she'll just hand her the dice to roll as well.

Oh, that's right.

"Oh! I'd love to know more about you. We could get to know each other better while we play," she said with a smile and a small nod, "What should we talk about first?"

Sertoria's hand grabbed the dice when they were passed over to her and she shook them a bit, throwing them as she awaited to see what would be her result.

A six. Not too bad, she supposed.

"It might be better for me to start off at the very beginning for myself," she began while shaking the dice again, this time getting a twelve. Her fingers wrapped around her piece and she started to move it over to where she landed at the Electric Company.

"I do not recall the exact date of my birth, but what I do know is that I was brought into the world via someone else's will and not my own. At first, I was a completely blank slate because it took a while for my personality to develop by it own. Anyway, my 'creator' took me under his wing to see if he could have the perfect biological weapon at his disposal and because I did not form the ability to question things since I did not have a free will at this point.

"At the time, I believed him to be kind because he was taking care of me. However, that was my naivete getting the better of me since what I did not know is just how vindictive he could be once I started to have my own thoughts and feelings develop thanks to my greatest friend and ally, as well as the one who I call my true father."

She decided to stop here for now so as to let Angela ask her any questions that she may have regarding how she was created, or who her creator was -- she figured that she might have at least a few.

Angela nodded for a moment, listening quietly as she rolled and moved her ship. A biological weapon... That was something that rubbed her the wrong way. Not that she'd exactly been in that position, but it did make her think about how Overwatch wanted to make Genji into something of the same sort to disband the Shimada clan. She may have had some part of it, but her intentions were to save his life, not turn him into a weapon. He was still a human and deserved a chance to live, even if it meant becoming 90% metal. She just felt bad for the way he had to adjust. Biting her lip at the memory, she silently listened onward.

It was easy to assume someone cared if you were brought up that way, so she definitely had her sympathy. The important thing was that Sertoria was able to grow from that and become her own person.

"I'm... sorry to hear that. So if you were brought into the world that way, what would you consider yourself to be?" no matter the answer, there was no wrong way to answer. She was just a bit curious. Rolling the dice on her turn, she rolled a five to land on the Reading Railroad.

"An anomaly."

The words came out almost instantaneously with no kind of emotion behind them. Despite how many times she had been told that she was just as human as everyone else, she didn't feel human, considering her origins. How could she with how easily she could heal from life-threatening injuries that ordinarily would kill a normal human? And yet, people still considered her to be as human as they were. While their words touched her, she still always questioned if she was truly as human as they claimed her to be.

"See, my father encouraged me to change my ways and become my own person since because of him, I realized that I was unhappy fulfilling the orders my creator gave me, which were to simply kill people. At first, before I met my father, I would follow my creator's orders unquestionably. However, when I ran into my father, it was because of him that I started to think for myself and figure out what I was doing was wrong and that was the start of developing my own will and thoughts."

There was a sigh as she took her turn, this time rolling a one. Although Sertoria's expression remained, for the most part, neutral, she couldn't help but feel tickled at the sheer irony of this.

"...My creator didn't like this when he found out about this. My father was one of my many targets to kill, and since I did not follow through on killing him, as well as me beginning to form my own thoughts and opinions, he saw fit to punish me. Before he managed to find me, I promised my father that I would not kill anymore and try to atone for the lives that I took."

It was here that after she put her piece down on States Avenue that her gaze was cast downward. No matter how long it had been since then, she always hated what followed after. She took a few moments to regain her composure, her sight still avoiding Angela's own. "However, on the day my creator managed to track me down, he forced me into a deadly gladiatorial battle where only one person could survive. The entire time during the fight, I kept on apologizing to those who I killed and when it was all over to where I could 'go back', I just...collapsed to the ground, covered in their blood and started to cry."

Even now, she was struggling to not break out into tears. She could still hear their screams and cries of pain, them pleading with her to spare their life... This very memory continued to haunt her, since she often wondered what gave her the right to live and them to die by her hand alone. Maybe it was what her creator was intending to happen all along so that she still could be reminded of what kind of monster she still was.

An anomaly....

It's.... a word that sort of bugs her to hear her reference herself as, but she has no reason to say anything so she'll remain silent and listen. At least she was able to follow her heart and her own desires to change who she was; Having the opportunity to act on your own accord.

The next portion made her heart sink though. To be forced against your will to do something like that... It clearly hurt Sertoria on an emotional level. At least Genji still had a mind of his own and Overwatch -- as militaristic as it was -- gave him the freedom to act on his own, so as long as he followed their primary objective. She stared at the dice for a moment, realizing it her her turn to roll, but instead she stood up from her chair and walked over to her. Without any warning, she embraced her, figuring she probably needed it after telling Mercy something as traumatic as that. There wasn't much Mercy could do about the past, but maybe the comfort would be enough to showed that she was there for her?

"I'm sorry," was all that she said, barely making it out trying to figure out how to follow, "I... know it doesn't mean much now but.... I'll be here for you for as long as you need me."

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