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[hellshot]

[Hello Riverview, you're going to be greeted by the friendliest face you'll ever see on the network this morning. A pale, stylized skull mask and a voice that belongs to some edgy supervillian from some futuristic videogame or something. Dressed in all black and yes--he does seem to be leaking black smoke when he speaks. It's normal, probably.]

Far from home, in a place you don't recognise. Seems like a dream, or at least some sort of really bad joke, doesn't it.

[His tone is calm, dry--almost sarcastic in nature.]

It's not. And you're going to have to get used to it. It's nice here too, isn't it? What with all the flowers and the festivities. [Yeah, definitely sarcastic.] Hoping that's enough to keep those of you who might get bored on your toes.

There's shit normal people don't need to see outside the walls of this Quarantine. So do me a favour, and don't be stupid in going to investigate what lies out there on your own because you seek adventure.
Because if you seek that alone, you also seek Death.

Name's Reaper. Not interested in making friends, but for those of you who are capable, I'm interested in looking for people. People who are capable of working in groups to pull some of the harder jobs that involve getting your hands and weapons dirty--and people who are capable of following orders.

Not a stranger of pulling idiots out of a fire, but I'm not a goddamn babysitter, either.

[Friendly, isn't he.]

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[adiuvio]

Is it a title you take seriously? Because I'm not working with, or under, death.

I'm retired.

[hellshot]

[Three months earlier, he probably would have answered this with an immediate 'yes', given he was sure he wouldn't be away from home for long. He'd return to his life as The Reaper back on Earth, against Overwatch, and those who got in his way.

Here? In space? It was starting to be a little different.]

Makes me wonder what you're retired from.

If you don't want to work with death, then we might be at an impasse.

Because it's not who I am. It's what I am.

[adiuvio]

I doubt you'd have to wonder too hard.

I've worked beside worse. So long as you're not telling me who to kill, I think we can come to an arrangement.

[hellshot]

Mercenary, Assassin, Hitman? [He waves a hand after making the list--it's not really important. Wick has the expression enough of a man who's been through shit and has done some shit. So in the end, it doesn't really matter.]

I have a feeling that if we go outside the walls to work together, I won't so much have to tell you who to kill as we'll come to an agreement for what needs to be killed.

[After all, the monsters don't much have a problem with running head-long at the first thing that looked edible.]

[adiuvio]

[ His silence regarding his previous occupation likely speaks volumes. ]

Agreeable enough for me.

If you need someone with experience in clearing obstacles, let me know. I'll adjust my schedule with the Perimeter Guard.

[hellshot]

[He'll take the silence as an answer. He's easy that way, at least.]

I'll keep it in mind.

Normally this is where I'd say I'd want proof of your skills. But I can already tell by the way you speak that it isn't necessary.

[He's been a soldier for too long, he has an ear for these things.]

I'll be in touch.