Tracer's Dad(s) Day
[replay:Tracer's log; 20160619-1528-Dads_Day-no_advice_warranted]
So… so today's Dad’s day and I thought it would be super fitting if I get something for Dad since it’s not often we get to enjoy something like this init? Well I mean, he's not the real dad per se, but he's closest to one the rest and I can get. It’s also not easy that we actually found him, our ex-Commander, and sure wasn't easy to convince him to stay with us and stop being the solo vigilante he has been. And it’s been well that much I can tell you love! But he prefers us to call him ‘Soldier: 76’ now even though I told him that’s the dumbest thing I have ever heard next to McCree telling the time of the day for anyone. Hah! Get what I mean? Tell the time—never mind I said that love.
Like I said, Dad’s day init? So I remember the Commander always had a peculiar liking for something strawberry yeah? Something he once said about it reminds him of home, his mom I think, her love for the strawberry punnets she grew in her own little garden. I think he misses her a lot truth be told. After all the chaos, she's become a distant memory to him and that's his only way to remember. Like déjà vu!—wait is that the right word? And there's this one time where I remember he would just be sitting in his room... looking far into the distance as though he's lost in memory, and the look on his face... it was almost painful, you know? But then again, it was the only time I actually just caught a glimpse of him doing that. Reminiscing in the past I mean—hehe, though I think that’s rather cute of him despite the man he has become now. At least he still had some sort of emotion going on his face then, ...much much more than he does now.
So uhm, yes where was I... I was out on the street getting a strawberry pie for him to celebrate Dad’s day when I saw him dressed in a regular outfit strolling along the streets discreetly—yes I kid you not. Well I mean, discreetly from us you know, agents, not like the civilians who doesn’t even remember how he looks like back in those days other than his poster boy look on motivational banners. Aww I remember that all right! The uppers were pushing him to do the posters which he had rejected so many times though I would say they were really futile attempts to decline them because he was a fish caught in the net init! There was no one else quite quipped for the job anyways. I had to stop myself from bursting out in laughter when he was trialed for the shoot because I wanted to see it so awful bad! He tried to dismiss us from coming to the studio but that went rather well, if you get what I mean heh! Psssch—please, him stopping me. What are the chances, really! Reinhardt was there too and even he had a hard time holding back since Commander looked like he was a chicken ready to be slaughtered! Oh bollocks of course it wasn't as bad as he imagined! But he couldn't see past the motivation he was going to spread throughout the world just for being him, the only and only Jack Morrison. And the world needed him, they needed someone to believe in. Maybe... even the Overwatch agents needed it too.
[She pauses for a second here, I was not sure if I should interrupt.]
Shoots! I drifted again! Anyways I caught him cutting close to the back alley of a café, turning into the dark path and dark path I mean really dark and dirty type alley ways yeah? Yet the curious side of me just couldn’t resist finding out where he’s going especially when I have a special treat for him in my bag! Well bag— just paper bag and not that type of—never mind you get the idea.
I zipped across the road and into the alley. It was just as dark and chilly as I imagine it'd be but on top of that, something about it was way off and all the more I know he shouldn’t be here, not unarmed and in civilian. It was ghastly quiet despite the bustling street just right outside in the light! Can you believe that? it just didn't match at all! And oh lordy, the stench of the place was—let’s just say that the slosh was slashing or honking down the nitty gritty. Normally I would’ve recalled my way out of a place like this but Dad’s got me curious init? Plus I wanted him to be safe since he was unarmed—even if he is the Jack Morrison.
Had to tippytoe my way in to avoid being detected too! I skipped the puddles, trash bags until I heard a soft sputter of muffled words in a certain direction. Certain that I don’t want to miss out what I could've heard, I zipped straight past a big puddle of sewage water—and trust me it was most unbelievable distance I’ve ever blinked in a single wave!—and that's when I also discovered, second discovery darling!, I never want to be so close to something as this ever again because I really, really don’t want to misplace my head anywhere else other than on my neck.
I never thought the day would come to see Dad pressed up against a wall with someone else’s hands pinning him up. Out of good faith I’d like to think that’s possibly my other Dad—you know the one we lost in the fire and presumed dead to only come back and haunt us like the black thingy—what they’d call it—ah yes, the Reaper—and that his interest in my soldier Dad is greater than I could ever imagine possible! Oh dear, did I also mention that—mmhehe!—he actually stared at me deadpanned with his mask off and soldier Dad was as pale as a ghost when I caught him saying ‘Papi’ in the act just as my other Dad finished eating his mouth down— oh wait, but he does look the same though. Now that I think about it... wait a second, he actually didn't disfigure as badly as we all thought he'd be! I mean no one's ever seen what's underneath that mask of his init! Oh lordy I can't believe got to see it today now that I think about it! No wonder Dad's still all gobsmacked and drunk on him!
[She starts to laugh a little too much here, hugging her stomach and tapping her feet rapidly on the floor. But she looks happy. I think what Winston said could be right.]
Aww while I do believe I enjoyed this a little way too much than to confess that I shouldn’t have followed Soldier:76 in the first place and landed into something like this—bollocks! ...I have to tell Angela about this. I need to ask her why didn't she tell us anything about Reyes in the first place! Unless she's got some secrets that she isn't telling... Got to say, can't help that my charming forte to be fast on my toes and feet and hands and fingers has been exceptionally helpful today yeah!
[She got up from the chair and smiled brightly.]
Well in any case I came here and did as I was told by Winston after I told him my juicy encounter! He told me it is after all a good time that I met you and help you with your... what did he say... 'learning'? But in any case, I’m sure Dad must be having the time of his life now! Ehehee!
Time for me to go, love! Thanks for listening, Bastion! Cheers!
[I watched her zip away before I could offer any advice. Perhaps she did not want any advice from me? But before I could process everything since she was talking so fast and from all directions, she came back with a bright smile on her face before she flashes her cell phone screen at my camera functioning eye.]
Oh before I go, did I tell you I actually snap a picture of them before I recalled my way out too?
[end:Tracer's log; 20160619-1548-Dads_Day-no_advice_warranted]