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Ana Amari ([personal profile] goesawol) wrote in [community profile] starhuevalley2018-07-17 05:57 pm

.1 caliber [Intro]

[ACTION]

[She steps down from the bus and tugs at the strap around her shoulder tighter - she travels light, but there's something rather long, carefully wrapped, strapped between her bag and back. Squinting lightly at the warm summer sun, she sighs. Mixed feelings, all in one breath. This lady travels light except for the baggage in her mind.

Still, as she treads through the beaten paths towards an x in a map (excellent orientation skills, for one), she looks around carefully with what seems like a half smile in her piercing gaze. Yet, when she finds the place in the map, she keeps walking around, checking the Community center, the city, - greeting a couple of kids playing outside with a smile - walking through the beach... ending up finally at the Saloon around the evening, asking for a cup of tea at the counter.

Where do you meet her?
]


[VIDEO]

[That's exactly where she is when the video feed opens up. She's looking down at the screen, kohl rimmed eyes scrutinizing the device with a somewhat disappointed expression to them. She tsks.]

So unintuitive. How old is this?

[Dexterous fingers reach the screen and blip! goes the feed

Ring ring?
]
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[personal profile] deadouttalock 2018-07-18 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[McCree's introduction to Blackwatch came with the caveat of simmering bitterness, cynicism and frustration. He was doing well in Deadlock and he'd gotten used to how things worked in the gang. It took a while for him to find his place in it, no doubt with aggressiveness leading the way as the gang was probably comprised of mostly Omnic-Crisis displaced children, but once he did it was comfortable. Not the best thing in the world, but it was all he knew.

Then it was all swept right out from under his feet. Join Blackwatch or go to jail. What kind of choice was that, really? What kind of fool would choose otherwise? If afforded him the opportunity to reflect on his other life choices and realize he hadn't been making the best ones. That process of course involved working out the aforementioned bitterness, cynicism and frustration. He got his ass handed to him a lot.

Still did, though now it was because he transitioned fully out of his Deadlock roots and was just finding his place in Blackwatch. This was a place he wanted to be in, doing right by the world and fixing his own fuck-ups.

Now he's farming until they can figure out how to get back to their "prime" universe, but hey, at least he's not alone. He was happy to come across Jack and Gabriel, but Ana really balances out the sometimes overwhelming levels testosterone the three of them suffer with, and McCree knows that. Having a good maternal influence in his life was not something he ever got to understand or appreciate until meeting her.]


When'd you get here? You see Jack and Gabe yet?

[She already looks comfortable with her tea, has she been here long?]
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[personal profile] deadouttalock 2018-07-25 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Gabe's on his way? Oh good. Sort of. McCree suddenly can't decide if he's miffed he's not going to get to be the first person to meet her in person or relieved because Gabe would probably handle it a lot more professionally than he would. Then he gets mad at himself for thinking that because he knows he's plenty professional when he needs to be...!

Just... Ana's something special to see.

He reassures himself he'll see her anyway in short time.]


Ain't been long. Two weeks, give or take? [Because we're kind of flubbing the timing of Gabe's arrival so eeeehhhhhh RP time] We've been hard at work on Jack's farm. Place came like a mess.

[He shrugs, mostly a show of exaggerated exasperation.] Guess it's hard to complain too much when it came free.
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[personal profile] deadouttalock 2018-07-25 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Great thing to hear, 'mam. [He squints a little like maybe he's trying to parse something out on her face--for a brief moment he thinks she looks a little different, maybe older, but like with Angela it's a really hard assessment for someone like him to make who fancies both dearly. He decides to not think about it too much further and chalks it up to the video quality on the jpad being unreliable.

As for her question... ah, it's briefing time, isn't it. He straightens up, subconsciously falling into a more formal speaking tone, as if he were coming to her with fresh recon.]


Strange place. Not bad, [Certainly being condemned to an idyllic farming town free of international strife and politics and Omnics was not the worst fate... McCree has always wondered what it'd be like to start with a completely clean slate, even if another part of him isn't entirely sure he'd get to keep it even if given every opportunity to.] but strange. Jack and Gabe are convinced there's some big conspiracy going on and I don't rightly blame 'em.

[McCree's also sure something weird is going on but he's not sure it's the result of some malicious hand at work. Tracer's problems were the closest comparison he had to something like this, and that was just an unfortunate accident.]

Wishing Winston was here to make sense of all this. I bet he'd know what to make of it. Maybe he'd even be able to build something like a stable gateway, or somethin' like how he did for Lena.

[He rubs his hand over some stubble on his chin.] Haven't seen hair nor hide of Marjorie lately, now that I think of it. Might be the weirdest thing worth a note.
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[personal profile] deadouttalock 2018-07-25 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[McCree watches her eyes scan outside of what the little jpad shows. He naturally grows quiet while Ana surveys, respectful of any concentration she's putting into the task, as natural as it is breathing air. All habits they picked up in being in covert for so long. He continues once it seems like Ana's comfortable enough with who's milling around her.]

Briefly. She was pretty helpful by all accords. Answered questions. Bit strange, in her manner of speaking.

[Like how she generously straddled the fourth wall, but I digress.]