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[For a very brief moment there was what looked like a severe scowl there, none too happy about... anything going on. No words, eyes not focusing on the camera, before within seconds it simply goes dead.

Not doing this today, thanks.]

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[The phone had been pocketed after Gabriel had given it a once over, familiarizing himself with what was very much a low-tech sort of phone to him. Wasn't even about to willingly mess with it until he had to, because at the moment there was something more important in mind. Gathering as much information about this predicament as he could.

The hologram had been helpful enough, but he wasn't just going to stop there, oh no.

The Black Ops commander was going to do one of the things he did best; observe and listen to those who were already here. Tuning out most every day conversation that didn't seem important, hood pulled up over his head and walking. Never staying in one area for too long, since he was also familiarizing himself with layouts. Mental mapping. Remaining on his guard all the while.]

As if I didn't have enough weirdness to deal with, had to throw in the strangest abduction I've ever heard of.

[Talking gorilla from the moon was one thing, so was the girl that had to wear a device strapped to her chest to keep firmly planted in their time and reality. Magic dragons.

Now this.]

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[hardlightitect]

Good to know I'm not the only one.

[The voice coming from a woman sitting nearby, looking at a very similar phone in front of her. While she's reading, she's playing with some structures on her prosthetic hand.]

Then again, it seems this might happen a lot.

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[watchesoveryou]

[You know... Mercy has made it a habit to check the Bay and since she goes by it for work, why not. With how many friends or new comers that were arriving recently, she paid close attention to it. She expected to find maybe a stranger, but who she saw was... no stranger. She stopped abruptly upon seeing the familiar figure, trying to take in what was going on.

He was back. But not like.... as the "Reaper", but actual Gabriel Reyes. She had a lot of mixed feelings upon seeing him. Fear being the one the stuck out the most. Fear that she'd lose him like how she was unable to save him. Survivor's guilt to some extent; she was only human and even someone who was on top of her field could make mistakes in times of crisis. He was dressed like his Blackwatch days though. There was no black jacket and hood, and either he had that ridiculous skull mask on with his beanie, or it was like he was wiped clean.

He likely had no memories of being here, so she's not going to even bother bringing that up and it was probably better that way. Once she finally took a deep breath and exhaled, she finally forced her legs to move slowly over to him, lightly tapping his shoulder.]

Gabriel...?

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[hammernhasslehoff]

[It was a pretty usual trip in.

This morning had been a little more... somber, than usual. He spent a little time out in Fayren, a little longer than he'd intended, but then, the privacy was necessary.

If only for a little bit.

At the very least, he knew from personal experience, that she'd be alright. Nothing will have changed, he had nothing to worry about. But it hadn't stopped the pang of loneliness, nor the need to keep to himself for a time.

Still, he had things to do. Food to get, clothes to wash, odd jobs to attend to. Genessia City was a good place to find some temporary work, so there was multiple reasons why the old Crusader was out and about today, armor left behind in the van for now. After all, it was a bit unnecessary to wear it all the time.

He'd paused on the sidewalk at some point, squinting at his phone to check a few lists he'd jotted down, with the very last bits of a sentence, spoken with a very, very familiar voice, prompted him to quickly jerk his head back up, staring down that sidewalk.

Hood or no hood, there was no mistaking that voice, that walk, the way the other man held himself-]

...Herr Reyes...?

[Spoken in such a way that he was sure this... ghost would vanish into thin air the second he made a sound]

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[whiskeydad]

[Sometimes later, after they had ran into each other at the pods. after Robert wandered around enough to hate the place more, he comes almost face to face with the man again.]

[Pausing, his head tilted, then he snorted.] Hey. It's you again. Guess this is a small enough city, huh?

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[stillplayingsoldier]

[ Gabriel Reyes. Not the Reaper.

Funny how the man looks exactly how Jack remembers Gabriel being. Back when the man was still his best friend. Before Oslo was blown sky high. Before the world knew about Blackwatch and threw all of them under the microscope and started questioning if Overwatch truly was meant to be for the best of mankind.

...Thing is about memory and looks. It can be faulty.

He really shouldn't comment. He shouldn't. But, he has to know. ]

Not even going to bother asking any questions about anything. Real impressionable guy you must be.

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[mcscuseme]

[ McCree has been here long enough to know how things work. How fucked up shit is. People come from random points in time with no rhyme or reason — ghosts from the past he'd like to avoid show their faces and taunt him. He's been doing his best to avoid most of them.

He moves a lot from city to city, does some bounty hunting or odd jobs on the side and then wanders off to the next job. He's passing through just as Reyes comes up the road, catching the other man's eye without a second thought as they walk right by one another. He stops a few feet away, once his brain catches up to what his eyes just saw, and dares to glance back - thinking, perhaps, it was just figment of his imagination. ]

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[astralera]

[ Era has taken to spending an hour or two each day in Genessia near the Bay, hoping that someday soon Aymeric will emerge from one of the pods and they might be reunited. With every passing day she finds her hope waning, but Era ignores the festering doubt.

Today she has found a bench to sit on, keeping her tail curled against her side rather than hanging through the slats behind her. It taps a steady, calming rhythm against the wood as she writes out new geometric equations in her grimoire. She keeps her head tilted slightly in a way that leaves one of her horns with more surface area toward the Bay, giving her a better range of in that direction. If her husband arrives she wants to know right away, after all.

Her Emerald Carbuncle ^{(1, 2)} lingers near her, remaining on the ground as opposed to forcing its way onto her lap like a stubborn cat. It's quite clearly keeping guard for its mistress, knowing that when she's focused on arcanima she has a harder time acknowledging her surroundings in a timely manner.

Emmy notices Gabriel first. It lowers itself to the ground, getting into a position that would make it able to jump more quickly if need be while still remaining non-hostile. Emmy hasn't the anatomy to make any sounds but does alert Era of the nearby presence via the link they have as summoner and summon. Era looks up from her grimoire, blinking at the man who is a reasonable distance away.

It's very easy to recognize that he's some manner of warrior, or soldier. It's just as easy to recognize that he's a new arrival. She hesitates to call out a greeting. Normally she wouldn't bother at all, but it's hard for her to ignore someone who may need some assistance. Worrying her bottom lip as she considers what she should do, Era finally decides to offer a greeting when he acknowledges her presence. When and not if, because given the way he holds himself it is an inevitability. ]