"Overwatch has such a mundane way of thinking."

Closing her book that she was so invested in just moments before, she waves the thought away. "A ring leader for a circus?."

"I was simply observing the situation and formed a plan of action. I had an inkling that things would not go. . .as planned. Impeccably I was not wrong." x.com/DeathBecomeYou…

"I am an asset when I decide to take matters personally. Venice was one such matter. I can assure you, without my assistance. . .the success of the mission would of looked bleak." x.com/DeathBecomeYou…

"Your decision, however, led to consequence. Of course. The men who sit in higher places within Overwatch, appear to know little of what common sense is. I , however, stand by the rational decision that you made." x.com/DeathBecomeYou…

"There is work to be done~."

"Will you be careful with that Machete, Reyes?." @ReapersBloom

"Soap. Now" She barks at McCree

//I welcome any ideas in the DMs for RP. Just send me a message and we can get started. Don't let Moira fool you, I am a very friendly mun <3.

“. . .My aunt. . .?.” x.com/vigilantgun/st…

Snatching the photo away from him, she shook her head. “Then perhaps not. Forget you ever saw this, McCree. I recommend looking into Overwatch’s database for the information you seek.” How embarrassing. She would never show the face of her Aunt Barb again. x.com/vigilantgun/st…

“An odd smell is afoot...” Eyes watch McCree walk past the window of her office. “—Ah~.”

This was all a bit odd. She couldn’t really tell why he was standing so still...so abruptly still. Had his cognitive functioning ceased?. A single glimpse of her aunt had caused such uncomfortable dismay... “McCree?. Are you feeling alright?. Would you like a cracker?.” x.com/vigilantgun/st…

Frightened by this sudden bird cry, she takes a step back. Shielding her face, in case he threw himself upon her. Could it be?. This panicked and delusional change of persona...PTSD?. “Stop this flapping about!. You’re squawking like a bird!. Before long you’ll grow feathers!” x.com/vigilantgun/st…

The scientist remains silent as McCree loses another sliver of his sanity. His arms flail around so violently, she had to move several things out of his path of destruction. But all seemed to settle as his attempts to fly cease. “. . .Are you quite done?.” x.com/vigilantgun/st…

/A CHICKEN NUGGET IM—

“Ah~....Yes. Now. Jesse. How about you go sit down for a while. Have something to drink, particularly Not alcohol.” A moment passes by. “Maybe even see a therapist?. I would hate to see that happen on a mission...It’s a bit...squawked up.” She let out a soft giggle. x.com/vigilantgun/st…

"Moira, you keep talkin' 'bout birds and pokin' fun, but wait till you're intoxicated and they visit while you can hardly stand. Trust me, they'll cluck you up."

“Coo coo”

//For the people who wanna know. My muse is Triston (Draca) 😆