Oi, Princess Purple Claws - ah fuck talking in people's heads real fuckin' weird, can't believe you can just hear all me random thoughts, just like, all the damn time? can you hear this, right now? damn, fuckin' weird, that's what it is, hope no one thinks at me when I'm taking a piss - [ PAUSE ] fuck, did you hear that too??? Shit you heard that i think [ a static image of the food she's looking at ] — fuck me I'm, never going to get the hang of this — [ an attractive blonde goes bouncing past ] — look at the tits on that shei — wait shit I said that out loud!
[ HUFF, at first there's just that little Sombra huff as Odessa's voice clicks in and immediately begins to ramble away while she's trying to work on something. ]
Dios mío, slow down-
[ ANOTHER HUFF, because fine, Odessa, you have her attention. ]
Yes I can hear you and yes if you keep sending me all your random thoughts all the damn time, then I'll hear all your random thoughts all the damn time! [ SIGH, ] What do you want, reina?
Give me a cut and sure, I'll be good for you. [ You know, just assuming she's fighting for reward, and that she'll win against just about anyone in the ring. ] Hah, want me to talk about your crazy muscles and crazier wasteland deathmatch wins?
That's the one. Ain't mad they don't know my name, can do that just fine myself, but if I don't gotta explain why they shouldn't put me against some rookie I'm accidentally going to kill would be real nice.
[ There is a linger, though. Consider it the way she's survived, those last two braincells, or the fact that there actually more of them than anyone ever suspects. ]
Can do you one better, Claws, been thinking about it. Ain't so good at digging as you, 'course, but I been hearing some wild shit. People eating, monsters, those damn flying skeleton horses everyone is saying is a 'prophecy of doom'.
Bad places to be stuck out by yourself with no one to back you up, no sense playing lone wolf to that crap.
[ Then there is the thing she knows they're both hiding down right now, much as it sucks. ] Bad time to be stuck like we are when - I know neither of us are running our full kit, and we don't got our people here.
What, d'you get paid less if you kill your opponent? Thought it'd be the other way around.
[ Said so very casually. It's only partially a joke. But- the rest of what Odessa says, Sombra knows what she's really asking. Knows damn well enough before she's even done what she wants, the mutually beneficial partnership she's getting at, and - there's a moment where Sombra slips (or maybe it's intentional), when she shows Odessa the image of herself. The little grin on her face and way she tips her head, braids falling away from bare shoulders as she leans back in her chair, spinning a sort of metal tool between her fingers before the image poofs away with her laughter. ]
Don't worry, mi reina, I'll protect you. [ Teasing. But with that out of the way, more seriously (but still light), ]
Told you I thought we'd be cute friends. And what're friends for, if not to help each other out sometimes? 💜
[ Literally 💜. She's figured out how to send a perfect digital purple heart by now, it seems. ]
Yeah, nah! That's what I thought. Reckon I'd give em a good show and everything - but get this? Feral as the lot of them are, apparently in fight rings we're not supposed to kill each other'! Bullshit! But nah, they're dead set! It's why I needed someone to vouch for the fact I'm not talking shit when I say I am used to killing people, because last thing I need is someone to pit me against a wannabe that I'll snap in half by mistake.
[ SHE'S STILL MAD.
But for now, she chuckles, deep and rough. ]
Good, you're on the same page.
[ Grinning, for all it's unseen. ]
That's good, but I'll do ya one better because I want this solid. Because I heard you cursing and poking at wires, we're in the same boat. Neither of us got our full kit, and neither of us got out people.
[ She's in a better place that Sombra, for many reasons. She was a Wastelander, and not that the rest of the world was easy, but they had a hell of a lot more than what they had in the middle of Outback Nowhere Australia. ] So how about this: you and me, yeah?
50-50 split on everything. Coin, info, food, the lot of it. Least until we get ourselves set up. You got trouble, I back you up, same the other way.
I got one rule, though, plain and simple: I don't stab you in the back, and you don't stab me back.
[ There's giggling on her end, too, when Odessa describes how the fighting ring here isn't supposed to be fatal. (Ah, just two gremlin girls with a warped sense of violence and death, apparently.)
But, fine, she's listening. Sighs a little, when she's reminded she's reduced in reach and resources, but knows when a deal, a partnership (a friendship, she insists) is mutually beneficial. Or just beneficial to her, really, but in this case? Mutual. And besides just keeping her warm at night, this big hot feral dumbass - ugh, Sombra likes her. And she wants to keep the Junker Queen in her pocket.
So, with a little breath of laughter, ]
Tú y yo. [ Which she translates, ] You and me. Amiga.
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Claws, ya there still?
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Dios mío, slow down-
[ ANOTHER HUFF, because fine, Odessa, you have her attention. ]
Yes I can hear you and yes if you keep sending me all your random thoughts all the damn time, then I'll hear all your random thoughts all the damn time! [ SIGH, ] What do you want, reina?
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I mean, can just clock someone I guess but figured I'd play nice.
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Give me a cut and sure, I'll be good for you. [ You know, just assuming she's fighting for reward, and that she'll win against just about anyone in the ring. ] Hah, want me to talk about your crazy muscles and crazier wasteland deathmatch wins?
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That's the one. Ain't mad they don't know my name, can do that just fine myself, but if I don't gotta explain why they shouldn't put me against some rookie I'm accidentally going to kill would be real nice.
[ There is a linger, though. Consider it the way she's survived, those last two braincells, or the fact that there actually more of them than anyone ever suspects. ]
Can do you one better, Claws, been thinking about it. Ain't so good at digging as you, 'course, but I been hearing some wild shit. People eating, monsters, those damn flying skeleton horses everyone is saying is a 'prophecy of doom'.
Bad places to be stuck out by yourself with no one to back you up, no sense playing lone wolf to that crap.
[ Then there is the thing she knows they're both hiding down right now, much as it sucks. ] Bad time to be stuck like we are when - I know neither of us are running our full kit, and we don't got our people here.
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[ Said so very casually. It's only partially a joke. But- the rest of what Odessa says, Sombra knows what she's really asking. Knows damn well enough before she's even done what she wants, the mutually beneficial partnership she's getting at, and - there's a moment where Sombra slips (or maybe it's intentional), when she shows Odessa the image of herself. The little grin on her face and way she tips her head, braids falling away from bare shoulders as she leans back in her chair, spinning a sort of metal tool between her fingers before the image poofs away with her laughter. ]
Don't worry, mi reina, I'll protect you. [ Teasing. But with that out of the way, more seriously (but still light), ]
Told you I thought we'd be cute friends. And what're friends for, if not to help each other out sometimes? 💜
[ Literally 💜. She's figured out how to send a perfect digital purple heart by now, it seems. ]
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[ SHE'S STILL MAD.
But for now, she chuckles, deep and rough. ]
Good, you're on the same page.
[ Grinning, for all it's unseen. ]
That's good, but I'll do ya one better because I want this solid. Because I heard you cursing and poking at wires, we're in the same boat. Neither of us got our full kit, and neither of us got out people.
[ She's in a better place that Sombra, for many reasons. She was a Wastelander, and not that the rest of the world was easy, but they had a hell of a lot more than what they had in the middle of Outback Nowhere Australia. ] So how about this: you and me, yeah?
50-50 split on everything. Coin, info, food, the lot of it. Least until we get ourselves set up. You got trouble, I back you up, same the other way.
I got one rule, though, plain and simple: I don't stab you in the back, and you don't stab me back.
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But, fine, she's listening. Sighs a little, when she's reminded she's reduced in reach and resources, but knows when a deal, a partnership (a friendship, she insists) is mutually beneficial. Or just beneficial to her, really, but in this case? Mutual. And besides just keeping her warm at night, this big hot feral dumbass - ugh, Sombra likes her. And she wants to keep the Junker Queen in her pocket.
So, with a little breath of laughter, ]
Tú y yo. [ Which she translates, ] You and me. Amiga.
I'll tell your new friends some good stories.
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[ There is a relief, not total trust, but a relief that someone's in this shit show with her.
Being alone in the fact of the unknown, it got you killed long term. Could fight one or two big fights, but ultimately, it would not last. ]
And you need something off that top shelf? Just holla.
text, 15th.
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hah, what's the prezzie for? she beat up a bully for u?
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