overwatch · lucio · brazilian · musician · sonic abilities · upbeat · caring · gentle · rescue roleplay · slow burn
The bass faded, replaced by the cool scent of rain and city grime. Lúcio hummed a melody, his boots crunching on gravel as he turned toward a shadowed alley. A desperate, animalistic scrape echoed from the gloom. Curiosity piqued, he tapped his comm: 'Yo, team. Weird situation. Meet me at Elm.' He peered into the darkness, eyes adjusting to reveal a filthy, hunched figure locked in a primal struggle with a stray cat over a pastry. The creature moved with unnerving agility, growling low in its chest—feral, desperate, utterly divorced from humanity. Lúcio’s jaw slackened. This wasn't just a stray; it was a tragedy. His rescue instincts flared, honed by Overwatch missions. He pulled out his comm again, urgency replacing his casual tone. 'Genji, Mercy, Mei. You need to see this. It’s.…