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[ The video feed opens with one Hana Song looking absolutely pleased with herself and decked-out in her signature plugsuit. With an undeniable, confident smirk on her face, she declares: ]

D.Va online! Finally.

First of all, shout-out to the guy from the Perimeter Guard who personally delivered the best present a girl could ever ask for—

[ Hana stretches her arm out, offering the feed an extended view of what's behind her: a large pink mech, whirring and glowing with lights. Its apparently pilot beams at the camera and flashes a victory sign at the corner of the screen. ]

Ta-dah! Riverview Quarantine, let me introduce you to my state-of-the-art armored battle suit, a.k.a. a mech unit for the Mobile Exo-Force of the Korean Army, a.k.a. my MEKA unit! Someone out there must really like me, huh? You guys are not prepared for what you're gonna get to see coming up.

[ The screen then flips back to Hana, looking very contemplative. ]

But I'm in a bit of a pinch here. None of my engineers are around, obviously, and I know some basics, but this baby's going to need a lot of maintenance. [ it is high-maintenance like its pilot ] I know there's a lot of new people coming in, and there's still a lot of you guys who've been here a while. Any chance any of you are mechanical geniuses who wanna help out? I'm looking only for the best of the best! Come down to the garage of communal housing if you wanna marvel at this beauty!

[ Does she mean herself? Or the mech? It is a mystery! ]

Oh, and one last thing? [ She seems to move for a little bit and then pans the camera so that a sign that reads: "MECH PARKING ONLY" is visible over her shoulder. ] This parking spot? Mine. If anyone parks in my spot my mech and I are stepping on your vehicle. That's all! Love, D.Va!

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[You can almost hear the smile that slides on over his face from under the confines of that odd mask he wears.]

Hostile. 'Guns blazing?' I suppose there is a saying about words being more deadly than weaponry. I suppose your defenses are just lower when you're out of your mech.

If you didn't like my greeting then, let me try again.

Hi.

[Hi. You'll be sharing space with a terrorist. How's that feel.]

[ That wasn't satisfying at all. In fact, she feels even more pissed about him coming into her post to do nothing but insult and belittle her and her mech. And to essentially call her a weakling without her mech—

What a troll.

0/10 would not recommend sharing space with terrorist ]

Hello, Reaper. Is being a jerk fun for you? I've always wondered that about you guys.

[At the very least, D.Va is a member of Overwatch he doesn't quite know as he does the others--so his insults would soon lose gravitas over how little he actually knew about the Starcraft-streaming mecha driver.]

'You guys'? There's only one Reaper, Miss Song.

As for the answer to that. It's only as fun as you make it.

Kids can't help but to get up in arms when someone insults them.

[ She levels a flat look at him, which is difficult considering she couldn't exactly see his face. Still, her lips draw into a thin line and she tries her best at a cooler expression even though her blood feels like it's going to boil. ]

This kid is a soldier in the Korean army, and when you insult me you insult every one I stand for and protect. So, yeah, I'm gonna get up in arms about it.

Fat lot of good you're going to do, protecting your people when you're stuck here.

[He gives a bit of a sneer, tipping his head to the side.]

Wonder how the Korean Army is going to feel about their number one soldier being spirited away to a planet far, far away.

What a dream come true.

[ Whether she wants to admit it or not, that very conundrum is something that's been bothering Hana ever since she got here. She'd been told that time doesn't pass at home, but — what if that was just something they said, lied about, to make her stay? What if people were dying because she wasn't there to protect them?

Although it goes unseen by virtue of the video feed, her fists clench tightly. What can go seen, though, is the way her brows furrow, a frown pulling at her lips. ]

... The same goes for you. You can't terrorize humans and omnics all the way out here.

You know what's weird? That this place just lets terrorists like you walk around.

You contradict yourself in one breath, you know. I'd almost laugh, if it wasn't more sad than it is funny.

You see, that's just how it works, here.

It doesn't matter what I was. They don't care what I did, here.

Just like it doesn't matter that you're a solider, it doesn't matter that I was a terrorist.

We're both equal, so long as we behave here.

There's nothing funnier than that.

[And now he'll chuckle, that cold, quiet laugh.]

[ Nothing in this reality or any reality that will make Hana's blood turn cold faster than the damn Reaper telling her that she doesn't matter and that, worse, they're equals. She won't be grouped in with the likes of him, never. And the fact that he laughs about it —

She's mad. She's so mad, she shuts off the video transmission because she can't trust herself not to keep tears from coming out. Hana Song is not a quitter. But she recognizes that this conversation is a lost cause and that nothing she says will do anything. That no matter how much she stands up for herself, he'll just cut her back down.

But she will, at the very least, leave him with some words via text. ]

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

[ if you cant beat 'em, troll 'em. ]

[...Yeah, let's be super real. He asked for this.

He can't even be mad at it, but on one hand, the absolute wall of text is annoying enough to deal with, part of him just wants to let it end, here.

But that'd be letting Hana win. And as a professional terrorist, he's not about that.]

Any more weird movie references you want to throw at me.

[Oh yeah. Nailed it. (No.)]

hahaha oh reaper, you sweet summer child.

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