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Tradition and technology rarely make for good bedfellows and despite it's necessity, working for the Yakuza is just as terrible an idea. Sombra hadn't received a terribly warm welcome at the Shimada estate, but between her peerless work and the favor of the younger lord, she was generally left to her own devices. However, at one in the morning, there is very little interaction with the older members of the house.

Keeping such unholy hours allows her to dress as she likes, instead of kowtowing to the sensibilities of a bunch of old fogeys - the only folks around to judge her are the skeleton shift worth of guards, and in her opinion she's a little above their paygrade.

At least, that's the look she's giving the guard eyeing her down while she eats. It might also be the fact of the sweater; backless to let her augments get some sorely needed air and scandalously short, she at least has the good grace to wear it in black.

She winks at the guard who huffs and leaves her, leaning on the island with her reheated bento as she pulls up a vidscreen of a late night variety show.

Edited 2017-04-26 02:50 (UTC)

He's been on the move for a while now, keeping one step ahead of hunters, the clan, and other problems. One step ahead of being captured and forced to conform to the way they wished him to be. He moved swiftly when he could. Swam through oceans if he had to, took to the air when he wanted, and ran under cover when around others. In cities and other locations where he might be seen.

Genji wasn't sure which city he had ended up in, but the smell was good. Like candy and warm. Like spice and heat and magic. There was something about this place that smelled welcoming but dangerous. On his first night there, someone saw him, but not human him. Dragon him. He had made a mistake of not changing before landing, scarring some people. They screamed, he roared, they shot at him, he took off, shifted and hid.

Reports of a dragon were storming the local news. People claiming that it was the cause of crimes, or missing people. That the break in at the gas station was a dragon smashing in the window, not a armed man looking for a bottle of whiskey and throwing a fit. A girl went missing. Must be the dragon.

For Genji, he was still hurt from the last fight with his clan, so he didn't just leave the city. Instead he wandered it, green hair under a ball cap, body tightly bound with bandages to help his wounds, but also around his neck to hide the fade of scales at his neck. Once in a while, that smell of magic got his attention and he hated himself for searching it out. But it smelled so good...

Coding came as easily as breathing, as fluidly as thought and it had been strange to flirt with the omnic from a distance. The true identity of the friend she'd made had been a pleasant shock - A Shambali monk. They'd decided to meet in a hotel of her choosing, luxurious as if to highlight the contrast with his ascetic lifestyle.

She doesn't turn to look at him as he enters the suite, reclined on the bed in a bit of black and purple lingerie. The screen floating above her is showing off some variety show and is easily ignored in pursuit of more interesting activities.

"I hope you didn't have trouble finding this place."

Edited 2018-06-16 06:02 (UTC)

For ten long years, Sombra played the long game.

Los Muertos had grown with her knowledge and Talon's money, the sole consistent force in a country where corporations and politicians traded the governing seats like chips in a poker game. They had become too formidable and Akande, perhaps foolishly, sent Sombra in to destroy the monster she had created. It made sense on paper, at the very least. Everyone, even Talon, knew that Sombra was on her own side and no one else's.
Akande was self-reliant to a fault, and his solitary nature led him to the only assumption that he'd ever made about Sombra: that the only thing Sombra would protect with her full cut-throat deviousness was herself.

For the first time - Sombra had a chance. A single chance to tip the scales.

The squad that accompanied her to the Talon takeover of Los Muertos was quickly dispatched by some of the only friends Sombra had ever truly had. And for two whole days, the gang which Talon was so sure was unorganized held off one of the most powerful organizations in the world out of sheer territorial spite.

Three days seemed to be the limit of her miracle, but Sombra was good - best in the world at doing things she shouldn't and having things she wasn't supposed to. So she went out alone early in the morning and harassed the kill squad looking for her personally. She led them on a goose chase, parkouring, and trans-locating across rooftops until she reached her target and jumped straight through the window of the building where the Overwatch field team had been waiting for their contact.

Too many weapons were drawn and all Sombra did was offer a bright "Hola!" before all hell broke loose.

After all of the shouting and gunfighting and swearing and explaining far too many times that Yes, SHE was the contact and YES, she was defecting - she found herself handcuffed and sitting bored in an interrogation room. At least until the man of the hour strolled in.

"Jesse McCree," she began brightly. "Am I right in assuming that I'm getting lucky with you?"

[As quiet as it was kept, rep was the true currency of Night City. Eddies couldn't save you if everyone in town knew you were a fuck-up and fixers were known to cover for runners that knew how to get shit done. There was a strange sort of balance to the way of things that newcomers to the city had to experience themselves.

There were of course outliers, folks who refused to fit neatly into the ecosystem of NC and there was no one who liked being on the edge more than Sombra.

She'd established herself as a mystery and was good enough at net-running to keep it that way, only available to fixers who knew a guy that knew a guy. It was mostly a bunch of proxy identities that she used to weed out clients but the veneer of exclusivity meant that the work she did paid handsomely with the added bonus of giving her enough downtime to play with security protocols as they developed. Staying sharp in NC was as necessary as breathing, after all.

While Sombra was whispered to be as reckless and cocky as she was effective, she was not stupid. And when the message came through from a known Arasaka proxy that the corp looking for an unaffiliated netrunner, Sombra knew to throw her hat in fast.

Three proxies later Sombra had passed scrutiny and was deigned good enough to talk to an actual contact from Arasaka.

So here she was in a nice, little teahouse in Japantown waiting.]

[Rich people don't know how to party.

It was something Sombra knew when one of her few friends called in a favor. Meet with some old businessman, be his arm candy for a few days - with separate hotel rooms; it was something that should have been light work for the runner.

The catch, as it turned out, was that this whole affair was to happen in Japan, and said 'old businessman' was speedrunning his way through...what appeared to be a bit of a crisis about his age. Lovely.

Fortunately, Sombra's command of Japanese was pretty good and once she figured out ol' Yamada-san could be easily provoked into drinking enough that he needed to sleep it off, she happily made sure that her evenings were free and she was left to her own devices without too much work.

The fun of escaping Yamada wore off quickly, as did clubbing, leaving Sombra all dressed up and nowhere to go, except for the bar of the hotel. Nothing against the place, Arasaka did some preem work and if she'd come under better circumstances she would have likely loved the place.

Homesick for Night City, Sombra took her seat at the bar and nursed a beer, people-watching as the night went on. It went on like this until she spied what looked like a familiar haircut, unusual for the clientele of this hotel.

"There's no way" she muttered to herself, watching this stranger and trying to keep hope under control.]

Edited 2023-06-18 17:44 (UTC)

Lord Shimada AU (eventual NSFW)

Dragons and Witches (no doubt to be NSFW later)

Consensual hacking with Tekhartha

Defection AU

2077 AU