As Tracer's mind raced, her body seemed to operate on autopilot. Her legs moved down hallways she was well acquainted with, but her mind was miles away, trying to parse out just exactly what had happened. In her head she still heard herself as she had always known. With that, as many people had told her at least, overdone accent from London. It was all she had ever known, it was where she had grown up.
Yet when she stopped to think about it, none of it truly came to her. When she tried to remember growing up, she remembered Paris. The beautiful colors of each season, the wonderful architecture and food and people. She didn't join the British air force, she had joined the French air force. She knew that that hadn't been the case before she had stepped back onto the transport, but the moment she had done something with the wand, everything had seemingly changed.
Finally she stopped in the middle of a hallway, and double checked to make sure no one else was around. She had to confirm that she wasn't going made. Perhaps she might open her mouth and that usual cockney tone would come out.
"Testzing, testzing," she said to herself, hand held to her throat. Her stomach dropped as soon as Widowmaker's voice fell from her lips. Not because it sounded wrong, but because it sounded right. She knew it wasn't her voice, yet again, if she thought about it she could have spoke fluent French on the spot.
She started down the hall again, not particularly thinking on her destination. It had to have been the wand. It glowed the moment she mentioned talking like Amelie, and then all of the sudden she spoke in Amelie's voice. The two had to have been connected. But that wasn't possible. Even Angela probably couldn't have come up with such a device, at least not one that could do so much in so little time. It was practically...Magic.
Before she could even realize, she had thrown open a door and stepped inside her little apartment at base, stopping in the entryway to try and steady her thoughts. She had to correct this, surely, but the thought of what the little wand was capable was almost intoxicating. Producing it from her pocket, she continued on into the apartment, setting it on a table near the entryway. Even out of her hand it was still on her mind, though not for much longer.
Another voice pulled her out of whatever plans she could make for using it. Off from the kitchen of the apartment she heard a short squeal, followed by a red head poking out from around a corner.
"I was wondering when you were getting back, Lena. Just in time, I've got tea about to come off."
Tracer stopped in her tracks, and stared for a moment. Emily didn't notice, pulling her head back around the corner. A moment later she emerged with a teapot and a pot holder, and set them both down on the counter. Two cups soon joined them, which were filled with tea, just as Tracer preferred.
Something clicked in her brain as she rounded the counter to embrace Emily, whispering into her as if on impulse, "My love, ze cavalry has returned."
Emily's face went as red as her hair as she snickered, hiding her bemusement behind her cup. "How was the mission?"
Mind racing, Tracer sauntered around the counter, picking up her tea cup. Forget the wand. This voice was intoxicating. Memories flashed of her using its lower, more seductive tones to woo Emily on countless occasions, and she started playing the part on instinct. Locking eyes with Emily, she took a sip of her tea, before adding "Oh, as per usual. I saved ze day vith a number of heroics, and captured ze villain."
Resting on the counter, Emily looked entranced as Tracer recounted the entire ordeal. Lena had to of course enhance a few sections of the story, and made sure to pepper spots with some wonderful French. When finally she finished, Lena took both of their tea cups to the sink to clink, wonder how she had ever lived without being able to have Emily so taken with her simply speaking.
Returning from the kitchen ready for round 2, Lena skidded to a halt the moment she saw Emily having moved beyond the counter. There was a confused look on her face as she looked over the wand, muttering to herself, "Where the heck'd this thing come from?"
Lena immediately retreated back to the kitchen, and began trying to plan out an explanation. From out in the living room she could hear Emily moving about, talking to herself, trying to suss out just where exactly the object had come from, a few other idle thoughts getting peppered along with them.
Finally Tracer felt prepared to retrieve the item, and stepped out of the kitchen.
She...
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