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Indie Team Fortress 2 Sniper Rp Blog. Mickey Mundy . Created 3.13.18

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"The fuck - - I thought you straight up died."

“Well, G’day ta ya too.” Mick smirked as he looked down at the woman. Crossing his arms as he took in the familiar sight of the half-pint ankle biter. “Awe, would ya’ say ya missed me then? That sure does bring a tear ta’ me eye fer sure. How ya doin’ kiddo?” 

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*shyly slidse out angel* 1D?

Seems pretty Brutal.... If you ask me :3c

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Squinted eyes bore in towards Mick, wordlessly. The BLU Spy just lets the wind carry the aroma of his lit cigarette towards the other. He’d wait...

He had been scanning the area around him through the scope when he smelled the scent. Although warm tobacco was a common smell on the battlefield, this one was unique. Its odd mixture of spices mixed within it reeked of pompousness. Making Mick scrunch up his nose as he pulled away from the sight. His blue-grey eyes scanning the surrounding area before landing on the lone Spy.  He smirked. ‘Playing nice today are we?’ He silently mused to himself as he pulled back the gun. Giving the man a quick nod to come up as he disappeared from the window. Finding a seat nearby on a crate away from the window. Not wanting to be shot down by the other team’s sniper while they had their chat. 

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i put a lot of effort into making another one of these

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A1 or B1 for Mick/Natasha. (I can't decide lol)

Oh man it’s been a while since I’ve drawn Mick, god I’m rusty.

QAQ I hope you like it

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a softer sequel to this

(please dont repost without credit)

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redbritishsniper​:

Questions has been flooding in her head since dinner was confirmed, wondering what kind of topics should they talk about. What does Mick like to talk about? Would he be willing to hold the conversation if she have to be the one to make them throughout the night? What should she ask him about? Would he ask her why she ask him out for dinner? All these questions are starting to hurt her head, forcing herself to lie down for a bit before it was time to get ready.

She heard his voice called out from inside. Glad he was there instead of inside of the base. Wait, of course he would be at his van of all places. Focus, think on the current thoughts now. Such as should she enter inside his van or wait a bit more till he opens the door.

It was the latter. Seeing him with a cigarette in his mouth got her raising her eyebrow again. Nothing judgemental, probably his clothes but she said nothing. Though let’s hope he doesn’t smoke like a chimney like Spy does. She’ll hate the fact that she’ll have to wash these clothes and shower to get rid of the smell. Coming from someone who had smoked in the past and on the occasionally.

“And leave you hanging and checking your clock every half and hour?” Her hands rested on her hips, her head cocked to the side. “I would have came earlier to ask for a raincheck.”

She entered into the van to witness the mess he have inside. Almost looked like a tornado happened in here. Then the sight of his clothes shoved against the corner answered her question for his current outfit.

“Lead the way, love.”

“Said I’d leave ya here if ya didn’t show.” He reminded her with a raised eyebrow. “No need ta watch’a clock then.” There was a small chuckle that left him as he tilted his head towards the front of the van. Leading her to the passenger side before unlocking it with a key for her.  Pulling the car door open for her before heading around the front to the driver side, unlocking his own door and hopping in.  “Suppose the company would be nice though. Sure the blokes in the bar think I’m some crazed loner, considerin’ they don’t talk ta me much since I ain’t a local. They probably think I got a few screws loose just showin’ up outta no where every once n’ a while.”  He was more muttering to himself than anything as he started up the engine. Letting it run for a bit as he adjusted a few things. Making sure everything looked good before he looked to the woman. “Make sure ya buckle yerself in. Don’t want ya bustin’ yer head open on the roof of me van. Her shocks ain’t what they used ta be n’ these back roads haven’t really been retouched in God knows how long. I probably need ta’ talk ta Engie ‘bout that...”

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redbritishsniper​:

His tone changed for a moment when he gave her a warning. That caught her attention and he was earned a raised of her only eyebrow at him as if she was confused why he say that. Then again, the way she spoke and her mannerisms doesn’t say ‘tough looking’. Not to mention she is an aristocrat, of course she was raised to be a lady but since her teenage years she has been playing dirty for survival.

If Mick could see the form of where her eyebrow on her scarred side when he gave her another warning, it would be raised judging by her good eye narrowing in view. Nonetheless, she agreed to his terms too.

“As you wish, lad.” It was a half roll of her eye but she still agree anyway. “See you then.”

And she did. A few minutes early from 6:30 to be safe. If Mick believes she would take her sweet time getting ready, forget it. Natasha was dressed in black shoulders to feet. The turtleneck shirt, the gloves, her pants, and the combat boots she can at last wear. The only thing that stood out was her red leather jacket. It was her favorite thing to wear. She wasn’t wearing her mask for tonight and she has pulled her hair into a ponytail.

Looking at her watch to see it was 6:30 sharp, she knocked on the van’s door to alert her arrival.

Mick would be lying to himself if he hadn’t admitted to thinking about the interaction for the rest of the day. Lips pursed in deep thought as he barely focused on the targets that were seen through his scope. Different scenarios running through his head as he sat in quite contemplation.  Why did she ask him? Why had he said yes? Most Snipers were known for their distance from the rest of the team. Finding solace in time and distance apart. To him it made no sense. Why ask him? Surely there were others she could have asked.  His own thoughts seemed to plague him as he went about the rest of the day. Trying to find things to take his mind off the many questions he had as he kept an eye on the clock. Waiting until a reasonable enough time to start getting ready. Freshly showered and dressed in more casual clothes he waited by the van. In the midst of trying to find clothes Mick had realized that he was going to need to do laundry sooner than later. He could only find an old-but clean band tanktop and jeans among the mess. He silently chided himself for his messiness as he brought the cigarette up to his lips. Taking a drag from it as he heard the knocking on the door.  “Right ‘ere, Mate.” He called out as he looked to where the door on the back of the van was. Pushing his back off the van as he slowly took the few strides to the back of the van. Peeking out to see the woman waiting by the door.  “Was havin’ a bit of a smoke before we headed out.” He explained before pulling the cigarette from his mouth and killing it with the under of his boot. Picking up the dead bud and throwing it in the trash before crossing his arms and looking at her. “M’ surprised ya made it, thought ya would’a chickened out.” He admitted to her as he looked her up and down. ‘Looks like she took me advice.’ He thought to himself, giving her a nod of approval before he nodded to the van.  “Ready ta’ head out then?” 

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“With my apologies.”

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redbritishsniper​:

While she fumbled with her words, she fumbled with her fingers too. Her robotic ones to be precise. Twisting and turning the finger she goes for while her eye rather than looking at Mick’s face but his work. She watched as he assembled his rifle back together with such ease and grace that she nearly trailed her words off. Nearly fumbling as she suggested dinner outside.

Focus.

Natasha waited patiently and quietly while Mick put the last bits of his rifle back together again. Her hands now clamped together in front of her, the cold metal pressed against the warm flesh slick with sweat. Be calm Natasha. It’s only dinner out as co-workers though she feels the potential rejection would feel the same as a rejected love.

Her ears perked at attention to Mick’s acceptance. A smile formed on her masked face quickly before it dropped midway and her eye blinking at him. Processing what he meant at first. “I…” She opened her mouth after her end of silence and close it to form her words again.

“I accept your agreement, Mick.” She nodded her head once. “Will 6:30 be alright for you?”

He couldn’t help himself as his blue-grey eyes followed the fidgetting of the other Sniper. Years of being behind a scope made you far more aware of the little things than one would imagine. There was a moment where he wondered how it worked. Her hand, that is. How it connected or if she could feel it. All of that was far above his paygrade and job description but he would admit he was curious as he watched her fidget.  “Yea sure, sounds right ta’ me.” He nods as his attention on her hand gets pulled away by her words. He looks up at her once again. “ But don’t be expectin’ me ta dress up. The place is a little dive bar in town, you wear somethin’ too nice an’ yer just askin’ fer trouble.” It was his only warning about dress code before he stood up and shouldered his gun by the strap. Stopping in front of the woman for a moment to look down at her before he began to get ready.  “6:30 sharp you meet me at the van. Any later an I’ll be leavin’ yer ass here and gettin’ a drink by meself.”

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itsvinzenzdarling​:

The Medic halted in his tracks, blood boiling to the top and threatening to explode. He was at a loss for insults, the rage inside him suggested that he just lace into him. Depending on who hit first, it’d either be assault or self defense, and Vin never swung unless he had to. But Mick was tempting him to wipe that stupid smile off of his face. He pivoted around to face him again.

“What’s the matter, couldn’t come up with something better than ridiculing me on my physical appearance? What are you, four years old,” he sneered, folding his arms tightly over his chest, swinging his hips as he strode back over to him. “Is your ego so fragile that you resort to insulting my features? That’s actually quite simple and tragic. If you want to inflict long-term damage to my pride, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

Attitude….HA! He’s the one with the problem. Vin knows about people like him, how they just sit back and watch the world silently, how they observe from afar, and only comment when spoken to. They usually had nothing good to say, especially with such a nihilistic mentality, and if they did, it was to get a rise out of their target. He had already come to him in a blaze of fury, so any kind of further provocation only ruffled his feathers. Mick was one reply away from getting slapped.

“No, don’t forget I also insulted yer personality as well.” He chimed into Vin’s monologue. Reminding him not only did he not have an ass, he was also one. He was actually smug as the words left his lips. Putting the gun down as he just watched the man. Curiously watching the high and mighty Medic to see what he would do.  He could practically feel his rage from seated position. Mick could feel the tension in the man. Yet, he didn’t get up, he sat there. Watching, waiting, even propping himself up on one of his hands as he grinned to the man.  “Ya know, fer someone who’s supposed ta be smart, yer not all there, are ya Doc?” There was a cockiness behind his words as he continued. “ But what I’m really tryin’ ta figure out is if it’s yer attention span or the fact that yer about as emotional as a teenager that just got told no.... What are ya gonna do next Doc? Start throwin’ things around because Mommy didn’t let ya borrow the car?”  

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itsvinzenzdarling​:

“Why you–” It took the last bit of constraint to hold back another insult, but the blows that the sniper dealt were quite bruising. Not only did he dismiss him again, but he took to ridiculing his body to rub salt in the wound. Vin’s confidence would cross over the line of egotistical at times, and this made him jump over said line.

“You think you’re so tough and intimidating. Well, you’re horribly mistaken because I don’t feel threatened by a man who pisses in jars all day,” the vampire practically snarled, with his upper lip curling to hide the red color of his lipstick. “The only fool that I see here is you. The next time I see you injured on the field, I’ll be sure to kick some dirt your eyes when I pass you.”

He took a step back, and turned around to stomp away, but– “Oh, and one more thing,” he swiveled back around to face him once more. “Make sure you get a good look at my ass when you peer through that scope of yours.”

The Medic pivoted again and resumed leaving. 

“Right, a bloody genius you are, what kinda insult is that? I thought ya would’a had enough cells in that pompous head of yers ta’ actually come up with a decent insult fer once.... Instead of, I dunno, copyin’ everyone else.” He’s mostly grumbling  to himself at this point. Finishing up what he was doing as Vin began to walk away.  He can’t help the chuckle that leaves his lips however as an idea comes into his mind as he pulls up his gun. Aiming it right at the Medic so he could look through his scope. Narrowing in on the ass in question as he began to walk away.  “Yup, even this close up, it’s still hard ta bloody find it.” He chuckles. “ Your ass, or any fuck I give about you n’ yer theatrical threats. Don’t worry though, ya know, I’ve heard real Doctors can help ya out with that ass as well. Although I’m not quite sure a plastic surgeon can help with yer shitty fucking attitude. ”  

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itsvinzenzdarling​:

“There are much more dignified ways when dealing with one’s anger, Herr Sniper,” he seethed through clenched teeth and widened eyes, the fingertips now pressing into the pelvic bone of his hips. “But perhaps I was silly to assume you had any dignity in the first place. Why you couldn’t think of one, I shall never know.”

So he used his precious heirlooms as an outlet for his anger, huh? Well, that’s just fine and dandy! Maybe he should ransack his truck when he’s furious, or destroy his weapons when he has to “let off some steam.” He was not to be dismissed so easily, nor taken lightly, and he planned to make him see that. Would he be petty enough to actually do it? Only time will tell.

When Mick went back to his task as if he just swatted an annoying gnat, that’s when he moved closer. He shoved his face into the latter’s, so that their noses could’ve touched if he so much as moved another inch. His brows were angled so sharply that harsh creases formed in the center of his glabella.

“You don’t seem to get it, do you,” he spat, one straw closer to breaking the camel’s back. “I’m not to be taken so casually. You don’t know me like you think you do. I came here to give you a warning that if you so much as cross me one more time, you’re going to regret it.”

“Not a big fan of personal space there, are ya, Mate?” His tone seemed to have darken slightly at the use of the nickname. Hitting hard on the pronunciation of the “T” as if to warn the man that he was already done with his shit. Completely blowing off his warning as he looked up at him not amused.  There was a heavy sigh that left the snipers lips before he begrudgingly looked at him. “Look, I know enough about ya to know I don’t fancy ya. N’ ta be honest, yer not me type. So how’s about ya pack up all this showboatin’ yer doing about how yer so scary n’ get yer face outta my face n’ take yer flat ass back ta yer little torture dungeon... Cause right now yer just makin’ a fool outta yerself by tryin’ ta pick a fight that I have no interest in bein a part of.”  “Now, shoo.” He flicked his towel again before turning his attention to his gun once again. Looking past the peacock of a man. Turning his attention back to the only thing he cared about in this moment, his gun. “Off with ya now.”

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Both hands went to his hips and he practically hunched over, with his jaw sticking out to give a sneer with his words. “I came all this way to give you a heads up, so that it never happens. I wanted to be clear about this, because judging from the past two times, you didn’t listen. Third time’s the charm, ja?”

His sanguine gems eyed the marksman up and down. He was infuriating, absolutely feral, a deviant, with his cocky attitude and condescending tone. Just being around him made the hairs on his neck stand up. He was the reason some of his father’s antique equipment was destroyed, the reason why he had to explain to him that he no longer has them in his possession, which was a painful thing to do. They were irreplaceable. To prevent any other happenstances, he wanted to make it known that he is to never set foot in his MedBay ever again, unless instructed to do so by him, and even that would be rare. If he had any ailments, he’ll make a damn house call if he has to; anything to keep him away from him, and his tools.

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‘Flamboyant little shit isn’t he?’ The thought crossed Mick’s mind as he watched the man parade around almost without a care. Like an angry peacock. It was almost laughable in a way.  “Listen Doc’ I was bein nice and stayin’ away from yer fancy office fer a while. Got all my anger out on the past two times n’ I was gonna leave it at that, but- Ya know you comin’ in here makin’ a fuss n’ threatenin’ us isn’t the best way of makin’ me stay put.”   It was a challenge in a way. As he polished the metal with the rag. His eyes going back to his work as if he didn’t give a damn about the upset man in front of him. He cleaned back in his chair. Adjusting his glasses and hat for a moment before getting back to work. “Now, go on n’ run back ta yer little Medbay  or go n’ bother someone else about it then.” He waved him off with a flick of his rag. “ M’ busy.”

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"Stay OUT of my MedBay, do you hear me? Lest you want to lose your dick, I suggest you stay away. Am I understood?"

“Says the bloke comin’ all this way ta harass me while I’m cleanin’ me gun.” He points the oil stained rag in his hand at the man as he looks to him.  “N’ fer yer information, I haven’t stepped foot in yer little Hell hole in a while, so whatevers broken wasn’t cause’a me.”

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“Lad…” There was a sharp soft hiss from her when she started off the conversation with the other Sniper. Nice… “Mick,” there we go, “I don’t know if you are busy or not today, but…” Natasha paused to awkwardly massage the back of her shoulder. Keep it calm and steady and don’t fuck up on your words.

“How would you like to go out and have dinner with me?” Once she said it, she felt her heart racing. “Not as a date!” She quickly put it, her hand shot up. “You know, two Snipers hanging out at a nice bar, having dinner and beer or two. Get to know each other more. Gossip maybe.” Everyone knows Mick tend to isolate himself unless he feels like it. Sure they have made conversation a few times but nothing further.

“What do you say?”

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There was a moment where Mick looked a bit puzzled as he glanced up from his rifle. Bits and pieces of it were scattered about on the table as he seemed to have been giving it a bit of maintenance.   His fingers nimbly working on the pieces and putting them back into place as she spoke. The Sniper only looking up when she began to fumble for a moment before looking over the gun once again. Listening quietly as he replaced the rifle piece by piece.  Silence. Mick wasn’t one for socializing, but the other Sniper seemed nice enough. It would be rude to refuse such an innocent offer. He sighed as he finished putting together the rifle and locked everything in place. Fiddling with it to make sure everything was working correctly before putting the finished product up on the table and looking the woman in the eye from his seated position.  “Alright’ but we’re pickin’ the place. N’ no complainin’ about it either.” He pointed a finger as he crossed his arms. Leaning back in his chair and cocking his head. “N’ I’m drivin’ I don’t trust ya behind the wheel quite yet.”