{ I } "Can't we talk this out, love?" Tracer calls out over her shoulder as she runs from a roaring bear in a stylish hat. Its fashion sense sadly does not mean it's wearing wingtip shoes, or anything else that might slow it down. It's keeping up with her quite well, until she suddenly disappears and reappears several yards farther ahead than her feet can run, a blue trail coming from the strange device on her back.
"Catch me if you can," she sing-songs to the bear before she turns down an even more narrow alley. She wants to get the bear away from the people at the stalls who are just doing their jobs and never expected to see a wild animal run by. The most important thing is to keep the bear's attention on her. And this point, an observer might think her mad to be teasing a dangerous creature this way, but there isn't much that Tracer fears. Especially with the tools she has at her disposal.
Less that a second after the bear follows her into the next alley, there's a loud beeping sound followed by Tracer yelling "Bombs away!" and zipping back out of the alley with that blue light trailing behind her. A moment later, there's an explosion and the belled hat -- now splattered with blood -- skitters out of the alley at Tracer's feet.
"Oof. Don't want to look at the mess left behind," she says to no one in particular. The Orlesians are looking a mixture of horrified or disgusted, and only part of that is because she just made a bear explode. The other part is because she sounds Fereldan.
Naturally, that isn't the only dancing bear to abandon its master in pursuit of the Inquisition. So if someone has just witnessed that display and are coming to congratulate her or chastise her, they'll find a second bear -- this one with a pink bow around its neck -- racing towards the both of them.
Tracer grins and salutes the bear before grabbing the arm of the person nearest to her.
Lena "Tracer" Oxton | Overwatch | rifter
"Can't we talk this out, love?" Tracer calls out over her shoulder as she runs from a roaring bear in a stylish hat. Its fashion sense sadly does not mean it's wearing wingtip shoes, or anything else that might slow it down. It's keeping up with her quite well, until she suddenly disappears and reappears several yards farther ahead than her feet can run, a blue trail coming from the strange device on her back.
"Catch me if you can," she sing-songs to the bear before she turns down an even more narrow alley. She wants to get the bear away from the people at the stalls who are just doing their jobs and never expected to see a wild animal run by. The most important thing is to keep the bear's attention on her. And this point, an observer might think her mad to be teasing a dangerous creature this way, but there isn't much that Tracer fears. Especially with the tools she has at her disposal.
Less that a second after the bear follows her into the next alley, there's a loud beeping sound followed by Tracer yelling "Bombs away!" and zipping back out of the alley with that blue light trailing behind her. A moment later, there's an explosion and the belled hat -- now splattered with blood -- skitters out of the alley at Tracer's feet.
"Oof. Don't want to look at the mess left behind," she says to no one in particular. The Orlesians are looking a mixture of horrified or disgusted, and only part of that is because she just made a bear explode. The other part is because she sounds Fereldan.
Naturally, that isn't the only dancing bear to abandon its master in pursuit of the Inquisition. So if someone has just witnessed that display and are coming to congratulate her or chastise her, they'll find a second bear -- this one with a pink bow around its neck -- racing towards the both of them.
Tracer grins and salutes the bear before grabbing the arm of the person nearest to her.
"Race ya!"