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[araignee_du_soir]

[Either Widowmaker had managed to talk someone else into holding her omnicomm up or she managed to prop the device up and get herself exactly where she wanted to be in frame. Given her perfectionist tendencies, it was more likely the latter and she was wearing something quite different than the last time she'd been on the network. Far more practical then the violet catsuit she'd had on before, the color worked better against her blue skin and most of her tattoos were covered, leaving just the one on her right forearm visible past the edge of her glove. Sharp eyes would see the patches on her shoulders were the Legion insignia and even her rifle showed some modification.]

As it appears that purple is no longer in fashion, I decided to switch my look a bit for the field. [Widowmaker's lips curled in a smile that hinted that there was some kind of inside joke taking place.] Something that I consider a 'blast from the past'. Tell me... how does it look?

[She extended her left hand forward in a shooting motion at the omnicomm. Having been kept out of the Olum mission for obvious reasons, designing this superhero costume was how she passed the time. And she wanted to show it off.]

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[araignee_du_soir]

[Widowmaker would have replied that neither had she given any reason for Fareeha to doubt her intentions with the Legion - all she had to do was look up the sniper's mission log to see she rescued hostages and helped subdue traitors (instead of killing them) - but those words were dashed right from her mind upon hearing the ones leveled at her.

The smugness and teasing disappeared from her face. In fact, any an all emotion vanished from her face as what was left of Amélie inside the construct of Widowmaker's psyche reared its head and needed surpressed. As Sombra learned not too long ago, this was a very touchy subject. And for one like Fareeha, a very dangerous one.]

You know nothing of Gérard. Take care not to make assumptions, Fareeha Amari. You do not want me to stop playing nice.

[justice_from_above]

[To be fair, Widowmaker pushed her hotbutton first.]

[Fareeha watches the change, and takes in a slow and careful breath. She is getting the impression that she's playing with fire right now, but she's not backing down.]

Then maybe you should consider you start playing nice.

[araignee_du_soir]

[Those pale eyes were boring into Fareeha as she took that measured breath. There was so much Widowmaker could say right then, things that would cut deep and cause true pain, but the fate of Ana Amari was a card the Talon weapon didn't want to play yet. It was too valuable to use over something as insignificant as her husband... so her programming whispered into her mind as it tied off the rising grief of that fatal night that changed everything. To keep it back under control, asleep and away where Talon had wanted it to be.]

I was. [A heavy pause hung in the air before Widowmaker's face took on a bit of life again, leaving the eeriness of what she was behind.] My sense of humor has grown quite dry over the years. Perhaps it was lost on you.

[justice_from_above]

Perhaps.

[Fareeha is not going to push it. She's made her point, proved she was just as capable of cutting with words, and in her ignorance thinks that they're back on equal footing.] Let's agree not to talk about the past.

[Right now, she's not sure if she can handle why. Why did she kill her own husband? Why did she turn to Talon? Why is she blue dabade dabada. ]

[araignee_du_soir]

[There were a lot of whys that were better off being left alone. Many of them Widowmaker wouldn't be able to answer thanks to the restrictions built into the framework of her programming.

Still, she hummed a bit in thought.]

I believe you will find that quite difficult to do. Let us instead agree not to discuss Gérard. There is so much that you do not know nor understand, Fareeha. I would rather not kill you for your ignorance.

[At least not today.]

In turn, I will refrain from rubbing in your inability to join Overwatch. Clearly something about you has changed if you are cuddling with Jameison Fawkes.

Perhaps you are less uptight than you used to be.

[justice_from_above]

Don't assume you know my story, or why I do the things I do. Don't mention Overwatch around me. That's how well both survive this.

[There had been a change, but being here had helped to facilitate it further. Still, no one really talks about her 'inability' to join Overwatch and it was mostly her mother that stopped her (the layer collapse at the HQ didn't help either.]

[araignee_du_soir]

I said something must have changed. Obviously, I do not know what that is. [Yet.] But your request is easy; I do not care to speak of Overwatch outside of having to explain the Omnic Crisis to these people.

[justice_from_above]

[Fareeha is satisfied, though in no ways less agitated. She takes a couple deep breaths and seems to consider something before adding in an offhand comment,]

That outfit isn't flattering, by the way.

[Hey she's just being honest.]

[araignee_du_soir]

Any particular reason why?

[justice_from_above]

It lacks character.

[Sage nod.]

[araignee_du_soir]

Says the woman that wears a blue bird suit.

[justice_from_above]

Ugh - it's the Raptora Armor Systems and it's only fashioned after a bird. It's not like I go around wearing feathers.

[araignee_du_soir]

[Which made it entirely too easy of a target for a sniper, but Widowmaker refrained from pointing that out.]

It still makes you stand out.

[justice_from_above]

I wasn't exactly in a stealth position.

[araignee_du_soir]

Non, I do not think you are capable of that. You have too much... rectitude for that. Very straightforward.

Which makes me wonder: Junkrat?

[justice_from_above]

You can stop wondering right now; that's none of your business.

[The reasons she and Junkrat worked, or at least why he worked for her, are far too personal to share with someone like Widowmaker.]

[araignee_du_soir]

And here I thought you had standards. [She remembered those looks from years ago. Also it's Junkrat.]

You do realize that I am just going to ask him? I doubt he will tell me to mind my own business.

[justice_from_above]

I'm not sure I want to be associated with your standards, personally. [Because what could she have in common with someone who works for Talon, really?]

[As she thinks that she's dimly aware of her current marriage to one of Australia's most notorious criminals, and not for the first time. This was wreaking havoc on her morals.]

Ask him what you want, I don't own him. [But she did hope he had enough consideration to put her feelings above Widowmaker's.]

[araignee_du_soir]

...I was referring to hygiene. [Mostly.]

[justice_from_above]

[Fareeha shrugs and gives a little flip of get hair, her beads clicking softly.]

He's not so bad. So he likes to get a little dirty.

[She fixes Widowmaker with a steely gaze.]

Maybe I can learn something.

[She's not taking about hygiene.]

[araignee_du_soir]

Yes... I am certain you can.

[Righteous hero-types are always so repressed.]

[justice_from_above]

[So very repressed. So much so that Fareeha had been trying to make a threat and ... yeah that did come out vaguely sexual, didn't it? She's not good at this.]

I'm done here.

[araignee_du_soir]

Try not to be a stranger, Fareeha.

[She'll end their communication with the last word... and a better one than she could have left with.]