"Where're my manners - the name's Nicoletta Goldstein, pleasure ta meet ya! I'm Nero's business partner - not ta mention a divinely gifted artiste and master of arms."
"Weeeell, this here's Nero's heart, right? Yanno, there's been some weird outside influence fuckin' around here lately - that's way up in the highest level."
She fishes out a cigarettes and lights it, breathing in deep.
"'Course, ya gotta make it all the way there, first."
Nico laughs, "Don't worry so much! Yer already clear of the worst of it."
On that cryptic note, the receiver on the dashboard rings, and without missing a beat, Nico picks up the phone. “Where your ass at? Yuh-huh… al’right, don’t get your panties in a twist - I’ll be right there.”
The van roars to life, rattling and sputtering, and she gives you a glance. “Well, that’s my cue t’leave. Take care, y’hear?”
She slams her foot on the pedal and the vehicle yeets itself off the edge of the roof and-- miraculously, against all sense and reason, drives down the side of the building and disappears.
The sun begins to set, painting your creation over with a wash of warm orange light. Maybe it has no audience, up here in the skyline - but you’ll know it’s there, and that small accomplishment stirs a sense of pride in your chest.
The ache in your shoulders from working, the sweat from being under the sun, the satisfaction of doing something with your hands - all that is ephemeral, in the end. But the skill remains, and the art remains, even after you’re gone.
You existed. You changed something in this city.
And who knows, maybe someone will find it someday.
The illusion around you shatters again - and you are returned to the floating platform.
D.Va’s statue dissolves into red energy, which your weapon once again absorbs. The base becomes another pillar of light, spilling out from a portal to the next level.
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Painting?
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"Not bad, not bad! Ya might have a gift for this, big bird!"
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...have we met? Or—you're familiar, I think.
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...where did you come from, anyway?
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"Pssh, don't sweat the small stuff. I'm just parkin' the old lunk up here for a spell."
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By the way—I don't suppose you know exactly what's going on, right now?
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She fishes out a cigarettes and lights it, breathing in deep.
"'Course, ya gotta make it all the way there, first."
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"Prolly. That's the smart bet, anyway."
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So—probably, it'll get a little strange the farther I go?
...but, wait, then if we can fix it, he'll stop forgetting his family?
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"Ding ding ding, give'er a prize!"
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I just have to... keep things balanced? Was what it said?
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"Honey, that balance's for your own good. You swing too hard one way or the other, who knows where you'll end up."
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On that cryptic note, the receiver on the dashboard rings, and without missing a beat, Nico picks up the phone. “Where your ass at? Yuh-huh… al’right, don’t get your panties in a twist - I’ll be right there.”
The van roars to life, rattling and sputtering, and she gives you a glance. “Well, that’s my cue t’leave. Take care, y’hear?”
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The sun begins to set, painting your creation over with a wash of warm orange light. Maybe it has no audience, up here in the skyline - but you’ll know it’s there, and that small accomplishment stirs a sense of pride in your chest.
The ache in your shoulders from working, the sweat from being under the sun, the satisfaction of doing something with your hands - all that is ephemeral, in the end. But the skill remains, and the art remains, even after you’re gone.
You existed. You changed something in this city.
And who knows, maybe someone will find it someday.
The illusion around you shatters again - and you are returned to the floating platform.
D.Va’s statue dissolves into red energy, which your weapon once again absorbs. The base becomes another pillar of light, spilling out from a portal to the next level.
Yeeeet