alnifolia | open rp post 2.0

[ The first time McCree walked into the hangar in the mostly-defunct overwatch base at Gibraltar and saw a bright pink robot parked there, his first thought was genuinely What the shit? When he found out that said pink robot was a combat unit that was piloted by a 19-year-old girl, his thought was What the fuck?

He took issue with kids being forced to fight anyway- having been one of those himself, and none the better for it- and the way he was silently questioning the decisions of the higher ups was actually starting to remind him a little of Angie. (He loved the good doctor dearly, but he really didn’t need that kind of stress.)

Actually meeting said pilot of said robot had been a… thing. McCree didn’t like to consider himself old- not by a long shot- but it was like this kid spoke a whole different language. And that’s when she was speaking English. Video games and all involved culture hadn’t really been a part of McCree’s life when he was growing up, let alone now. He failed to really understand how someone who played games for a living could become just that famous, but at least he remained quietly confused rather than grousing about it. The world kept turning and things kept changing whether he kept pace or not, and it was hardly his place to complain about.

That was probably, in part, what endeared Hana to him. He was a “cool old guy”, or at least an old guy who didn’t bitch and moan about her chosen profession or how she conducted herself. He’s still not quite sure what to think of her, to be honest, but she was growing on him. He actually found it in him to ask about her jargon every now and then. She gave him shit for it, of course, but that was part of the fun.

For whatever reason, the way they kind of sort of got along landed him the part of being her sometimes-caretaker, such as now. Angie had shooed him down to the base’s common room to collect Hana, considering it was edging up on 2am and she was still glued to the television in there, having ignored the doctor’s every order to go to bed.

He leans in the doorway for a minute to just watch her play. He still doesn’t quite get what the hell’s going on, but it still looks cool. He knows he could never do it. ]

All right, munchkin. Doc says you gotta get some shut-eye.

[ By the time Hana was born, the prominence of Overwatch was beginning to subside, the Omnic Crisis having ended. Still, she grew up hearing stories about the brave heroes from all over the world who fought for the world and for humanity. Even when the group fell into disgrace and disbanded, Hana admired them to an extent. Not to a level of fanaticism, but a lot of them seemed so very much like superheroes in comics and stories, games and shows she would watch, except that they were real.

So when the Korean government asked her to become a pilot for MEKA, she said yes. Partly because it was incredibly flattering to have been chosen based on her status as a world gaming champion, but partly because--wow, she could use her skills for something good, just like those heroes.

And then Overwatch reformed. Hana wouldn't have expected them to ask for her assistance, but they did--though when they did, she couldn't help but think, well, why wouldn't they ask me?

Which brings her to now, staying up late in the Gibraltar base, playing games. The last operation overseas had left her a bit jetlagged, but honestly she would have been staying up playing games regardless. When she hears McCree's southern drawl directed at her, she appreciates the fact that it's McCree and not the doctor. McCree doesn't give Hana as much of a rough time about what she spends her free time doing as the doctor or 76 do. At some point she'd actually tried to pass her spending hours on end in front of a screen as training for combat, but once Angela walked in on Hana playing a farming game, the excuse stopped working. This time, at least, she's playing some sort of shooter game set in the wastelands of some desolate planet out in space with hidden treasure and robots and dog-like things that spit acid and pistols that shoot fire or something.

McCree is a "cool old guy," which is why Hana just. Keeps playing. He'll understand right. His entrance, however, distracts her just enough that she gets damaged in whatever fight she's engaged in, and she shrieks an expletive in Korean. ]

[ If there's one thing McCree learned in all his years with Blackwatch, it's how to curse in other languages. ]

Easy missy, or Doc Mercy's gonna swoop in here and wash your mouth out with soap.

[ Well now that she's died and waiting to respawn, she looks back at him with a frown. ]

You're not gonna tell on me, are you?

Don't hafta. She just knows.

[ He waggles his fingers, as if to emphasize just how spooky that notion is. ]

What ya playin'?

[ She just levels a really unimpressed look at him at the weird finger-waggling before she answers, ]

Edgelands! It's about a bunch of Safe Hunters trying to find a secret thingy on this planet in outer space.

[ He’s quiet for a beat, pressing his lips into a thin line. ]

Not sure why I asked, ‘cause I got no idea what you’re talkin’ about.

Well, now you know!

[ And knowing is half the battle or whatever. With McCree not giving her a particularly hard time about her staying up, Hana merely turns her attention back to the game, casting him only a momentary sidelong glance to ask, ]

Wanna sit and watch?

Are you tryin’ to distract me from the fact that I was sent down here to send ya to bed? ‘Cause I ain’t forgotten that.

[ He will at least come into the room and lean a hip against the arm of the couch so. There’s that. ]

[ Progress! That is infinitely better than the time(s) 76 came in and unplugged the console on her. He's the worst. ]

I mean, you could forget. I wouldn't blame ya.

[ For real though, look how good Hana is at using these ridiculous-looking pistols to shoot dudes in the face! Aren't you proud. ]

I could, but what's in it for me? 'Cause I'm in for an Angie-style scoldin' if we get caught, so you gotta make it worth it.

[ He did much worse than staying up too late when he was her age, so he's not really too bothered by it. He does mean it about the scolding though. Angie sure knows how to scold a guy. ]

[ She reaches into a Pepero box laying just beside her and pulls out a cookie stick covered in crushed almonds and dipped in chocolate, holding it out at him. ]

I'll give you snacks!

[ He just. Kind of stares for a second. ]

That ain’t a snack. It’s a stick.

[ Hana just pouts before putting the controller down so she can pull a second stick out for herself, still holding the other at McCree rather insistently. ]

Come on, just try it. Please?

[ He takes the stick- because it's still a stick- gingerly between two fingers, giving it a skeptical once over. ]

Don't see how this is supposed ta feed anybody.

[ But at last he takes a bite, starting from the chocolate end as any sane person would. It's actually pretty good- and McCree has something of a weakness for sweets anyway. Needless to say, he pretty much inhales it. ] ... It was all right.

[ Liar. ]

[ Hana pretty much inhales hers, too, which is why McCree gets a skeptical look on his face when he reacts with an "all right." With a laugh that nearly resembles a snort, she says, ]

You ate it in like, two seconds and it's just all right?

[ Which is why she pulls another one out for him. ]

Want another?

[ You know you want the Pepero, McCree. ]

[ There’s a noticeable pause on his end. Of course he wants another, but Angie did send him down here to send the kid to bed. His eyes flick from the offered snack to the TV, and he decides, you know what? Fuck it. If Angie scolds him, she scolds him, but Hana should be allowed to be a kid. She should be allowed to stay up until stupid o’clock in the morning and regret it the next day. That’s just part of it.

He plucks the Pepero from her hand and moves around to plop next to her on the couch. ]

So can two people play this game or what?

[ With her now free hand, Hana clenches a fist, because this? This is a victory. She got McCree to join her on the couch, stop bothering her about Dr. Ziegler's bedtime, and he wants to play. ]

Hell yeah! And we can even play together. Just since you hate playing against me.

[ He does not expect to be good at it- he hasn’t been at the small handful of games he’s ended up playing against her- but it’ll be nice to have Hana to help him out instead of beating the tar out of him. ]

That’s ‘cause ya always kick my butt. Truth be told, I’d rather be on the winnin’ team.

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