収束ゾーンでのライフ: Life in the Convergence Zone

Well. Look who’s talking to me again.

The Arc of Dominion, Edda 25: Across All These Emptied Lines
Chapter 10: The Live Poets Society
Words: 1629
Rating: This instalment E (for Everyone); series M (for Mature)

Surprised? I am too.

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Well. Look what woke up. Hi, writing.

Thanks for your patience, everyone. You may still need more of it. But I do have chapters 8 and 9, at least in rough form.

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Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Dominion
Edda 25: Across All These Emptied Lines
Chapter 7: The Chateau

The war is won. Oasis and the Concordat are at peace. Overwatch has been folded up again, this time made into an intelligence arm for Helix, under new – and the UN hopes better – leadership. The Gods are free – largely – to do as they will.

Reminded accidentally by Lena, Danielle remembers that Amélie had a chateau, and that she had used it herself for some time as a safehouse.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Dominion is a continuance of The Arc of Conflict, The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and In the Beginning, There Was an Armourer and a Living Weapon. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

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In the Beginning, there was an Armourer and a Living Weapon is an Of Gods and Monsters prequel novel derived from The Armourer and the Living Weapon, which itself originally spawned Of Gods and Monsters. The snake eats its own tail.

Basically, it was kind of dumb to tell readers, "well, if you want the full story, you have to go read this other, apparently-unrelated novel, but don't read these bits or the ending, and also, here are some notes you'll want to read in comments." So I fixed it, making a new novel closely based on the original, but with the appropriate changes, new chapters, and a very different ending. Basically, a prequel.

Words: 57647
Rating: M
Warnings: Explicit violence, major character death.
Pairings: Gingerspider, Widowtracer, Pharmercy

Someone had to be the template for Widowmaker, and that someone was an armourer, materials engineer, and former field sniper, all for Talon, named Emily Gardner. She loves her work, just as much her blue counterpart does, and together they make one of the more formidable weapons in Talon's arsenal.

But good things can't last forever, can they?

Katya Volskaya's government in Russia has destroyed the omnium Koschei, and held their own against the Gods of Oasis. With no point to additional fighting, the overt war has paused. But covertly, the conflict carries on. The gods, after all, still have a plan, and will do what is needed - one way, or another.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict
Fragment s14,2: Homecoming
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With relations between Oasis and Russia at their worst, it's been impossible for Ecopoint: China Sea to resume full operations. But Mei-Ling Zhou has her ways of making things happen, and so, she does.

NOTE: There will be two updates this week. The next will appear Wednesday evening. We're not really back on our bullshit, it's just very small. ^_^

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict is a continuance of The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

This is the eighth story of the It's Not Easy To Explain, She Said collection of short stories. It starts immediately after the the third story (It's really not easy to explain, said Emily Oxton).

I'm surprised too. I've had the first chunk of this for a while, but I'd kind of given up on it going anywhere, but... well... here we are!

Also, once again, I'm first to an AO3 relationship tag - Fareeha "Pharah" Amari & Emily (Overwatch). Go me. [AO3 link]

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Angela Ziegler cut the connection, looking at her phone with a deeply bemused expression on her face, as she heard her wife walk in the front door. "You're not going to believe this," she called to Fareeha, as the Helix security chief threw her keys onto the table by the door and sat down on the couch in the living room.

She looked up at her wife as she walked out of her office, and the falcon's face showed a little embarrassment, and a little bit of a cringe, as she replied immediately, "Emily Oxton flew into combat today and now they want her properly trained up for it."

Angela dropped the phone. "...you just got home. How?"

"It's... not easy to explain," said the rocketeer. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," the doctor said, picking up the phone from the floor. "You most certainly do."

"I tried to talk her out of it, I swear. But she would not listen."

"Oh no." The doctor ran through schedules in her head from the last couple of days. "...that emergency security meeting early this morning?"

Fareeha nodded. "I was on her personal comms, watching through her heads-up display, talking her through it."

Angela tsked, walked over to the couch, and sat next to her wife. "That does not sound like trying to talk her out of it."

"Again, I swear, I tried. This was my backup plan. I was keeping her from getting herself killed." She took a drink from glass of water on the table next to the end of the couch, and put it back down. "Feet?"

The doctor snorted, scooted down, let the rocketeer put her feet into her lap, and started to rub around her soles and arches. "Did she listen to you?"

"Oooooooooooh, thank you." She dropped her head back against the side of the couch, and melted. "Mostly."

"Well," said the doctor, after a couple of minutes of massage, "...is she any good?"

"Hm?" replied the half-dozing rocketeer.

"Is she any good?"

"Mm." She looked up, raising her head off the pillow and armrest at the end of the couch. "Surprisingly, I think so. I suspect they talked about a particularly effective dive manoeuvre..."

"No," Angela replied, shifting to her wife's toes. "Athena didn't get specific about how the fight went, other than to assure me Emily was fine, and that Winston wants a consultation as soon as we can both get to Gibraltar."

"Well," said the flying officer, shifting to her side. "They will talk about it, and it was all her. She saw an opportunity I did not, and took it immediately." The rocketeer raised her head and blinked a few times, more awake again. "Good reaction time. She has potential I did not expect out of an engineer."

Angela gave her wife a pointedly prim look.

"Yes, like you."

Angela let herself be smug for just a moment. "But why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think she'd actually do it, not even after she called me. Emily's the sort of person to get excited about scarves and wind resistance and lift ratios. I thought as soon as she got close to actual fighting, she'd come to her senses."

"Ah. But instead, she dove in. Kestrel is an appropriate name, it seems."

"Yes. Also, she promised me licensing on her new anti-grav foils. You'll want to update your suit around them. Perhaps a whole new design."

"I will?" asked the combat medic, tilting her head. "They're that good?"

"You won't need to be linked to me to get up to full speed anymore."

"Then I won't have them," she said, primly.

"Yes, you will - because I'm not always there. Also, if you have the new foils, I'll be able to fly with you, when I'm out of fuel."

"My dear," the Swiss woman smiled, "if we weren't already married, I'd say that sounded like a proposal."

"Habibti, if we weren't - it would be."

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"It's not easy to explain," said Kestrel. Or, now, back down on the ground, Emily. But she responded to both, these days. "It's not like airplane flying. Not at all."

Lena bit on her lip as she listened. It didn't feel like her type of flying. No roar, no rush of engine noise, no leaping off the ground heading for mach 3. She'd tried one of the flight suits, once, with Emily remote-piloting, and it just didn't make sense to her. It felt - if anything - more like floating than flying, and she'd had more than enough floating in the Slipstream for an entire life.

"Ethereal." Fareeha picked up her cup, taking a sip from it, keeping it in her hands. "That's not a bad way to put it," she agreed. "It is in some ways kind of ethereal. And strangely arbitrary in how it handles. You either get it, or you do not."

She leaned back, breathing in the scent of her strong Arabic coffee. "Angela understands it. Lena does not, I don't think..."

"Got that right."

"Whereas Emily, here" - she pointed at Overwatch's newest flying agent - "does."

Widowmaker contemplated the description, and the technology. She had no interest in flying, and her chain handled every kind of up she might ever need - but... "Perhaps something that could... control one's rate of fall... might be useful? Or something to allow me to launch myself further up? Obviously, I have no fear of injury" - the structural enhancements Talon had made to her body had taken care of that - "but I could see certain advantages. A grapple is not a universal solution to problems of altitude."

"Yeh!" Lena grinned. "Like when we were tryin' to work out gettin' under that set of bridges in Germany. Remember that?"

"All too well." Fareeha responded first, shaking her head. "Being a tether point was not a highlight of my career."

"Désolée." Widowmaker shrugged. She could work with Fareeha - they had come to a sort of cordiality, within an Overwatch context - but neither one of them particularly enjoyed it.

"Hey, it got the job done," Emily insisted, and Widowmaker nodded as she sipped from her espresso. "I'll think on it, see what comes to mind."

"Regardless," Fareeha continued, picking up the previous thread of the conversation, "Ethereal or not, it's still effective, and I think Emily can be cleared for mission work in a few more weeks."

Emily beamed, entirely pleased with herself. "Perfect scores just good enough, then?"

"Flight tests are one thing. Tactical training is another. Milk runs first, until you have more field awareness."

"Still counts!" Kestrel said, proudly.

"It does," Fareeha agreed. "You're learning quickly."

"I think I've just about got the next-generation gravity blade worked out," Emily started to say before the four agents bounced a little into the air as Winston bounded over to their table, surprising them all. Emily shrieked, momentarily, but it didn't cover the actual surprise felt by Widowmaker, any more than her attempt to hide her reaction in a glare did.

"Hi there!" Winston said, smugly.

"You are a monster," Widowmaker replied, having barely avoided spilling her drink, as Lena giggled and giggled and giggled. "That would not have worked if the canteen were not so busy."

"But it did," he said, satisfaction clear in his voice. "And you're starting to let your guard down."

"That's part of the point, isn't it?"

Lena looked around the busy room as Winston and Widowmaker exchanged friendly barbs, taking it all in, realising exactly how busy Gibraltar had become. Overwatch wouldn't ever be the size it had been, of course - it didn't even want to be. But as negotiations over the PETRAS act picked up steam, more of the crew had started making their way back, and with almost sixty people on site at the Watchpoint - mostly desperately-needed support staff - the old base had become downright lively.

"Ree - I've got some news for Widowmaker, and a couple of questions. Do you mind...?"

"Not at all - I was finished anyway." Fareeha glanced over to the blue sniper, and nodded to her, once, before picking up her tray and leaving the table.

"The UN has made an offer," Winston said, as the flying agent walked away. He handed the sniper a PADD. "It's not a final disposition, but... I think it's a pretty good deal."

Widowmaker's eyes widened, as she grabbed the tablet. "What is it?"

Emily hopped behind Widowmaker, reading over her shoulder. It was in French, but she'd always been good at languages. "détaché travaillant avec la DGSE..."

She blinked, and read it again, before looking up at Winston.

"Well, that's creative," Lena said, skimming along as well. "Special forces detached duty, then?"

"That's what they're willing to offer," Winston said, nodding. "Attached to us, but officially DGSE. Most importantly, you'd be legal. You'd also be authorised to use deadly force in specific circumstances with Overwatch, particularly in dynamic situations where enemy fire has already been engaged."

"Unless," Widowmaker asked, pointedly, "DGSE call me in for something they want done. Then I would be theirs. Am I correct?"

She did not think much of DGSE's assassins. "Pathetic," she'd said, once, when asked.

"No," Winston stressed, as she raised an eyebrow in surprise. "They asked for that first, and we pushed back - as I think they expected." He took off his glasses, cleaning them a bit as she continued down the file. "I'm fairly pleased with our compromise. Keep reading."

"...will not be deployed" - she bristled a little at the word, even though it was completely correct - "for assassination missions except for operations against Talon, where..." She looked up. "According to this, DGSE would use me only..."

"Against high-level Talon, explicitly as part of Overwatch operations - and in that context, you'd have a free hand. That's what they actually want."

She blinked. "They want me to take apart Talon?"

"They want us to."

"Good." Widowmaker narrowed her eyes, her mind permuting possibilities, and reasons. "They did something new, did they not? Talon. Something... worse than what they did to Amélie."

Winston nodded. "The French haven't said that, but," he grimaced, "it doesn't take a lot of reading between the lines to think so."

"Bloody demons," Lena muttered, not far under her breath.

"Of course they did." Emily shook her head in disgust.

The Widowmaker leaned back against her chair, hiding behind impassive coolness. "And so, they want me to tear Talon into tiny and preferably dead pieces in response. Yes?"

"We're... Overwatch is less interested specifically in the dead part, even if there are times when it's unavoidable." He bobbed his head back and forth a little. "I prefer to hand people over for trial. But basically, yes. It's not official yet, but unless something changes dramatically, we're going to get official dispensation again from the UN, specifically so we can go after Talon."

Widowmaker nodded, sharply. once, pushing the PADD back across the table. "Then tell them the terms are acceptable to me. I will do my service with Overwatch, and the DGSE if necessary, against my creators - for as long as Overwatch is permitted to operate, and no longer." She paused for a moment. "...add that my acceptance is conditional, pending review of final language."

"But if nothing changes?"

"Then we have, I believe you say, a deal."

"Good," Winston said, picking up the PADD and typing in a paraphrase of her response, before turning the screen back to the sniper. "Thumbprint here, to verify?"

Widowmaker hesitated, thinking it through one last time, before confirming.

Winston grinned, as the message went out. "I think we've just about cracked this. We could be legal again in a month."

"Y'think?" Lena asked, perking up. "That'd be great!"

"I do."

"I wouldn't mind not having to worry about my security clearances anymore," Emily admitted, as the PADD chirped again, and Winston read something on the screen. "I've been nervous about losing work."

"Ha!" Winston exclaimed.

"What, luv?"

Winston took in a big breath, then huffed it back out. "Okay! While it's still considered provisional..." he said, his smile growing larger, "now that you have provisionally accepted that... I have now received approval to do hand you this."

He pulled out a brand new EU passport from his pocket, and handed it to the Widowmaker.

Widowmaker stared for a moment, and then another, and then carefully took the small booklet from Winston's hand, handling it as though it were the thinnest glass, as if it would shatter if handled too roughly. She turned backwards through the pages, slowly, checking each one, confirming each was what it seemed to be, until she reached the front, with her name. Her name.

The name she had chosen.

"I..." she breathed, "...exist. Officially, I mean. I am... French. I..." She blinked, confused by the emotions whirling around inside her. "I did not think I would care." A small huff of a laugh. "But... apparently, I do."

"I felt the same way when I got my documentation," Winston confided.

The sniper nodded, as Lena walked around behind her, and gave her a hug. "It's a pretty good photo, luv," she said, as Emily got up to help.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Winston said, as the Widowmaker nodded. "When other people decide you're..."

Winston, who had - like her - once been an asset, thought about it for a moment.

"...when they finally admit that you're a person. That you're real."

Windowmaker reached across the table, suddenly, grabbing Winston's hand, tears suddenly in her eyes - a rarity, still, for her, but no longer unknown.

Winston, understanding, gently squeezed her hand.

"Welcome to Gibraltar... Minjonet Guillard."

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"So she's legal now?" Angela asked, putting down the diagnostics PADD she'd been studying as she relaxed on the couch at home.

Fareeha nodded, sitting down beside her wife. "Scoot over," she said, really meaning "turn around and put your head in my lap," and Angela did exactly that.

"Yes," Fareeha answered, once they'd both settled in.

She started massaging Angela's scalp.

"Oh, that feels good."

"I know."

They lay together, wordless and relaxed, for a few minutes.

"A pardon, too?" Angela asked, eventually, eyes half-closed.

"Mmm? Oh," Fareeha said, reminded of the questions. "Yes. It's conditional, in exchange for her list of Talon embedded agents, agreement to work with Overwatch and the DGSE against Talon, and... general good behaviour."

"Good behaviour."

"Yes. She's going to have to walk a very narrow line for a while, but I think she'll do it."

"Mmm." Angela said. "And how do you feel about that?"

Fareeha thought for a moment, and then another. "I can live with it."

"Can you?" Angela rolled over and looked up at her handsome wife, who - she felt - sometimes kept too much inside, even for them.

"She's basically taking Gérard Lacroix's old job," Fareeha breezed. "I can appreciate the irony in that."

Angela swatted at Ree. "Be serious. This hasn't been easy for either of us."

"No, it hasn't," Fareeha agreed, looking down at her wife again. "But if it means we're going to gear up to take Talon apart? Tear them completely down and burn the remains for all they have done? Then yes. I promise you. I can live with it. I will manage just fine."

She allowed herself a little bit of a chuckle.

"I might even learn to enjoy it."

BEFORE YOU READ THIS, READ THE OTHER TWO UPDATES JUST POSTED - apparently I haven't been posting updates here! What the hell, me?

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Katya Volskaya's government in Russia has destroyed the omnium Koschei, and held their own against the Gods of Oasis. With no point to additional fighting, the overt war has paused. But covertly, the conflict carries on. The gods, after all, still have a plan, and will do what is needed - one way, or another.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict
Fragment e15,1: The woman with a hint of gold in her eyes
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Zarya has continued her walkabout, and has made her way to Brazil, still trying to figure out who she is now, and what she needs to do about the conflict growing in her homeland. Along the way, she's finding the world is already a little changed - maybe more than anyone even realises.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict is a continuance of The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

Honestly, I wasn't always sure this novel would be finished. But it is. Enjoy!

Chapter 30 of 30, as we are near the end, gets a cut. This chapter is worksafe. Click through to read. [AO3 link]

( Chapter 30 )

Alliances, it has been said, are at their weakest on the brink of defeat, and on the brink of victory. After defeating the China Sea omnium, the gods of Oasis offered their help to Russia, to defeat their own Siberian threat, and Russia accepted that offer - but made additional secret plans of their own.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict
Fragment e14c,1: Backups and the need for them
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It's been years since Sombra hung out with the rest of the Los Fantasmas hacker collective. She learned so much from them, and then, abruptly, left. But why?

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict is a continuance of The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

Alliances, it has been said, are at their weakest on the brink of defeat, and on the brink of victory. After defeating the China Sea omnium, the gods of Oasis offered their help to Russia, to defeat their own Siberian threat, and Russia accepted that offer - but made additional secret plans of their own.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict
Text e14b,1: Weekend Update for Sunday, October 1st, 2079
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Ah, Sunday afternoon. A cup of coffee, a bowl of cereal, a couple of eggs, some toast, jam, and the latest headlines.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict is a continuance of The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.

Alliances, it has been said, are at their weakest on the brink of defeat, and on the brink of victory. After defeating the China Sea omnium, the gods of Oasis offered their help to Russia, to defeat their own Siberian threat, and Russia accepted that offer - but made additional secret plans of their own.

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict
Edda 14b: What Would You Have Us Do?
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As the details of what happened in Russia begin to spread, the Gods must make a decision. Will they be vengeful? Or will they offer Katya Volskaya as chance to stop the war before it begins?

Of Gods and Monsters: The Arc of Conflict is a continuance of The Arc of Ascension, The Arc of Creation, and The Armourer and the Living Weapon. It will be told in a series of eddas, sagas, interludes, fragments, texts, and cantos, all of which serve their individual purposes. To follow the story as it appears, please subscribe to the series.