prologue

Oasis is known for being a place where amazing scholars went to study, converse among themselves, and learn from the teachings of others. It was bound that with such immense amounts of intelligence located in one area that brains would clash. And that's exactly what happened, brains did clash. Vigorously. Both Angela Zeigler and Moira O'Deorain were known throughout the globe for their intellect at such young ages and bountiful discoveries that changed the way war happens forever. Everyone who knew Angela and Moira though knew that there was an unspoken rivalry between the two. During seminars in their early years, they would clash as if they themselves had been on the battlefield. arguing over the littlest things. Their own friends who were similar due to the nature of their respective fields would know to always keep them far apart if you didn't want any turmoil over a pot of stew. The Omnic crisis happened. And then the fall of Overwatch. As what happens to many, they lost all trace of another. 6 months after everything had finally cleared up, they found each other in Switzerland by mere coincidence, spending a night at dinner catching up. Surprisingly, war stories and research analysis goes well with chocolate! Of course they bickered slightly, but now it felt flirtatious rather than passive aggressive, Angela's hands frequently reaching across the table to plant themselves on Moira's shoulders. This was the most physical touch she had in months. Instead of Moira's face becoming heated with anger, she found herself becoming bashful in the presence of this now older and more refined Angel. The war had surprisingly treated her better than most, her hair now grown out slightly past her shoulders, her face framing layers being unkempt but still beautiful for her sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes. For Moira, it felt like she had only seen her for 10 minutes when the blonde woman grabbed her belongings, kissed her cheek, and thanked her for the splendid night. "We truly should do this more often, Doctor O'deorain~"She would flip her hair as if it were a cape, signaling she wouldn't turn back again. This would be the last words Angela had told Moira. This would also be the beginning of Moira's obsession.