[Venice had been the turning point for Overwatch, and for many people as well. Angela certainly still felt the bitter sting at the revelation that O'Deorain had been harbored by Reyes in Blackwatch, but it wasn't just that. Cairo, Japan, the London Uprising- Gérard Lacroix was dead. The cracks were starting to spread, and the hardest pill to swallow was that they weren't all caused by outside blows.
Like most nights recently, sleep wasn't coming to Angela. Too often these days she's woken up by an emergency call- Talon was growing more and more bold by the day. She's hovering over her desk in her pajamas, a simple tank top and shorts, several holograms hovering above its surface- news reports, several obituaries, upcoming appointments. One was a diagram of a new cybernetic suit that every now and then draws her attention away from her work.
Angela had made her feelings on Genji's recruitment into Blackwatch embarrassingly clear, but ultimately there was nothing she could do, not even when Reyes had requested a more "intimidating" look. Eventually she let it go for a time, but not without occasionally (and gently) suggesting to Genji that he always had other options. Most of the time he flat out ignored her, although on his good days he would respond with an uninterested grunt.
So it was a surprise when, as one of their more recent appointments was beginning to end, he had been the one to bring it up... in a sort of grumbling, reluctant way. Angela hadn't missed that it was around the time that the Shimada clan was officially no longer considered a threat by Overwatch.
She did her best to get him involved in the designing of his new cybernetics, making it clear that his input was the most important of all. It wasn't easy, but he eventually graduated from quiet grunts to actually saying 'yes' when she asked him a question. She also learned his favorite color is green.
She idly turns the hologram around, studying its shape. Angela could write papers on Genji- her colleagues had wanted her to. But it didn't feel right, to break a man's pain into medical jargon. It was unprofessional- borderline unethical- of her to feel the way she does about Genji Shimada, but it's been year since they first met. Whatever was felt between them had gone nowhere, her professionalism and his desire to keep the world at arm's length working together, for once. It's just something that was, that Angela thinks will go away once they were removed from each other's lives... an idea that hurts her more than she'd like.
It's late and she should go to bed, but the sudden feeling of another presence has the hair on the back of her neck standing up. She turns around in her chair, hands fumbling for her blaster, the red glow in her window sending a jolt of panic through her-]
Genji? Scheisse- [She doesn't drop her blaster but she looks visibly less panicked.] What's going on? Is there an attack?
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Date: 2018-04-07 09:41 pm (UTC)Like most nights recently, sleep wasn't coming to Angela. Too often these days she's woken up by an emergency call- Talon was growing more and more bold by the day. She's hovering over her desk in her pajamas, a simple tank top and shorts, several holograms hovering above its surface- news reports, several obituaries, upcoming appointments. One was a diagram of a new cybernetic suit that every now and then draws her attention away from her work.
Angela had made her feelings on Genji's recruitment into Blackwatch embarrassingly clear, but ultimately there was nothing she could do, not even when Reyes had requested a more "intimidating" look. Eventually she let it go for a time, but not without occasionally (and gently) suggesting to Genji that he always had other options. Most of the time he flat out ignored her, although on his good days he would respond with an uninterested grunt.
So it was a surprise when, as one of their more recent appointments was beginning to end, he had been the one to bring it up... in a sort of grumbling, reluctant way. Angela hadn't missed that it was around the time that the Shimada clan was officially no longer considered a threat by Overwatch.
She did her best to get him involved in the designing of his new cybernetics, making it clear that his input was the most important of all. It wasn't easy, but he eventually graduated from quiet grunts to actually saying 'yes' when she asked him a question. She also learned his favorite color is green.
She idly turns the hologram around, studying its shape. Angela could write papers on Genji- her colleagues had wanted her to. But it didn't feel right, to break a man's pain into medical jargon. It was unprofessional- borderline unethical- of her to feel the way she does about Genji Shimada, but it's been year since they first met. Whatever was felt between them had gone nowhere, her professionalism and his desire to keep the world at arm's length working together, for once. It's just something that was, that Angela thinks will go away once they were removed from each other's lives... an idea that hurts her more than she'd like.
It's late and she should go to bed, but the sudden feeling of another presence has the hair on the back of her neck standing up. She turns around in her chair, hands fumbling for her blaster, the red glow in her window sending a jolt of panic through her-]
Genji? Scheisse- [She doesn't drop her blaster but she looks visibly less panicked.] What's going on? Is there an attack?