[The war, it seemed, was finally over. Mercy sat beside the mana pool in the Storyteller's ruins with her open apothecary chest and staff, focusing intently on a book. She was trying to make sure that everything she had with her would be enough to heal the wounded. Antiseptic? Check. Bandages? Check-ish. Painkiller? Check.]
[Whether she's called you over to treat obvious wounds or you've come to her for aide, Mercy is on call today.]
Welcome to the Jungle - Closed to Pharah
[After making sure she's tended to as much as she can, Mercy heads back to the islets. It's been a long day and she wants to rest, but there's still something that needs to be resolved: Fareeha Amari and Jesse McCree. She never expected to find anyone she knew way out here. Hell, she never expected to find herself here either. This island seemed to exist outside of time and space - or perhaps in its own unique space. It's own dangerous, under-supplied, space with talking rabbits and teleportation water.]
[Passing through the mana pool to islet 5, Mercy runs into Pharah standing by the water's edge. She's so grown up now...the last time the spoke, Pharah was still a kid. Now she carried herself like a soldier. Like her mother. She offers a tired smile to her friend.]
Fareeha. We didn't get a chance to talk much earlier. How are you doing? Are you wounded?
Mercy | OTA + Closed
[The war, it seemed, was finally over. Mercy sat beside the mana pool in the Storyteller's ruins with her open apothecary chest and staff, focusing intently on a book. She was trying to make sure that everything she had with her would be enough to heal the wounded. Antiseptic? Check. Bandages? Check-ish. Painkiller? Check.]
[Whether she's called you over to treat obvious wounds or you've come to her for aide, Mercy is on call today.]
Welcome to the Jungle - Closed to Pharah
[After making sure she's tended to as much as she can, Mercy heads back to the islets. It's been a long day and she wants to rest, but there's still something that needs to be resolved: Fareeha Amari and Jesse McCree. She never expected to find anyone she knew way out here. Hell, she never expected to find herself here either. This island seemed to exist outside of time and space - or perhaps in its own unique space. It's own dangerous, under-supplied, space with talking rabbits and teleportation water.]
[Passing through the mana pool to islet 5, Mercy runs into Pharah standing by the water's edge. She's so grown up now...the last time the spoke, Pharah was still a kid. Now she carried herself like a soldier. Like her mother. She offers a tired smile to her friend.]
Fareeha. We didn't get a chance to talk much earlier. How are you doing? Are you wounded?