Post by Sym on Oct 15, 2016 12:42:26 GMT
It was not the first time she had borne witness to ruins and destruction, but perhaps it was the most widespread incident she had ever seen.
A thin frown rested on Symmetra's features as the woman slowly picked her way through the shattered streets of what had once been Hollywood. Once it had been a center of... well, she didn't know. Movies. Fashion. Celebrities. That much she did know, but not enough to quite affix a single word to. Now it was gone. Destroyed. A wasteland of blasted concrete and twisted steel. It had been weeks since the frightful attack launched by Talon had decimated the place, but Symmetra still could see, hear, and worst of all, smell the aftermath of their ruinous attack.
Disgusting.
Yet as much as Symmetra wished to turn and walk away from the aging carnage before her, she could not. She had been sent, after all. Where the rest of the world saw loss and tragedy, the Vishkar Corporation had seen opportunity. While the rest of the world mourned, the Vishkar Corporation had already begun to make its moves. Symmetra had been sent, along with select other members of the corporation, to see, observe, and, should conditions prove favorable, begin to execute negotiations for reconstruction.
And what a job they had before them.
Carefully, Symmetra traipsed and picked through the rubble, careful not to sully herself or her clothing with the ashes and dust of debris. It would be hard work, she knew, but already her mind's eye was painting a---
A flash of movement out of the corner of her eye made the woman pause, her head half-turning to follow the ghost she had glimpsed from the periphery of her vision. A scavenger? A spy? Some hapless citizen? It was not one of her fellow workers. She had gone out alone on this. Hmph. This interruption to her solitary survey deepened the frown on Symmetra's dark features. How irritating.
“I see you. Come out from there and cease your skulking."
A thin frown rested on Symmetra's features as the woman slowly picked her way through the shattered streets of what had once been Hollywood. Once it had been a center of... well, she didn't know. Movies. Fashion. Celebrities. That much she did know, but not enough to quite affix a single word to. Now it was gone. Destroyed. A wasteland of blasted concrete and twisted steel. It had been weeks since the frightful attack launched by Talon had decimated the place, but Symmetra still could see, hear, and worst of all, smell the aftermath of their ruinous attack.
Disgusting.
Yet as much as Symmetra wished to turn and walk away from the aging carnage before her, she could not. She had been sent, after all. Where the rest of the world saw loss and tragedy, the Vishkar Corporation had seen opportunity. While the rest of the world mourned, the Vishkar Corporation had already begun to make its moves. Symmetra had been sent, along with select other members of the corporation, to see, observe, and, should conditions prove favorable, begin to execute negotiations for reconstruction.
And what a job they had before them.
Carefully, Symmetra traipsed and picked through the rubble, careful not to sully herself or her clothing with the ashes and dust of debris. It would be hard work, she knew, but already her mind's eye was painting a---
A flash of movement out of the corner of her eye made the woman pause, her head half-turning to follow the ghost she had glimpsed from the periphery of her vision. A scavenger? A spy? Some hapless citizen? It was not one of her fellow workers. She had gone out alone on this. Hmph. This interruption to her solitary survey deepened the frown on Symmetra's dark features. How irritating.
“I see you. Come out from there and cease your skulking."
