Roadhog would only imagine what the spy thought of him as they stared up at the 7ft, 530lb, shirtless and pig masked Heavy, but looking down at the spook and his burgundy suit Roadhog’s thoughts were mostly focused on how young the spy looked.
An exhausted sigh left his throat, but with how deep and gravelly his voice was the spy might very well believe he was being growled at until the weariness behind the noise registered.
The older he got the more of a shame it felt to see stupid kids throw their lives away working for this war, but he also couldn’t be bothered to really care. Wasn’t like he could do anything about it but try and keep them alive on field and missions. Survival of the fittest rained above else for him though, so he hoped the kid was as skilled as rumored.
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When starting at this new base Spook wasn't expecting the first person he'd meet to be a hulking heavy in a mask.
Spook wasn't exactly huge himself but it was still quite disconcerting standing in front of a man who could quite probably crush him, and he can't even tell what the man is thinking.
Though he's rather used to masks and tries to not worry needlessly. He's just a new spy. The teams don't normally care much for spy's, their own or the opposite team, he doubts the established team here will really give him the time of day after the initial interest of something new had gone. The unfortunate stereotype for spy's rather puts people off.
Standing in his burgundy suit he has the standard spy gear on his person, his uniform here, if a bit more stylish in his own opinion. Black gloves, spywatch, hidden knifes, and a mask covering his face , though like his more modern suit style his mask only shows his eyes.
Clearing his throat he offers the frankly intimidating man his own gloves hand, not willing to deviate from a polite greeting despite the man's growling.
" Bonjour, Greetings, I am the teams New Spy, Im sure we will work well together in the future," his eyes the only thing showing his polite smile. Most miss that however, and he doesn't expect anyone to notice at this point.
Yeah, Roadhog wasn’t really a fan of spies, but he just wasn’t a big fan of people in general. If the man was demo or scout he’d be just as unimpressed with the man’s presence. Being put off wasn’t really a problem when you’re a narcissistic behemoth of muscle and lard, there wasn’t much that unnerved him.
As for Roadhog’s outfit he wore an old worn pair of overalls his gut has long since hindered from strapping over his shoulders, leaving no cover over his chest and pig tattoo’d belly but a tactical harness. His boots were steel toed by hand, shaped metal seeming to be nailed onto the footwear by hand, and lastly his pig snooted gas masked looked old but well taken care of. And for weapons hanging on the back of his belt was a coil of thick metal chain that connected up to the large sickle of a hook sheathed to the back of his harness.
At first Roadhog had no intention of offering the spy the courtesy of a handshake as he tilted his head to stare blankly at the offered hand, but looking back up he was pained to see the poor kid looked sincere. Cringing behind his mask he gave a small snort and awkwardly held his hand towards the other. The handshake would be uncomfortable for them both as the giant’s hand would dwarf the others to the point they didn’t really gasp hands but Roadhog’s enveloped his in a surprisingly gentle little squeeze before he pulled away.
“Roadhog.” Would be the only greeting he offered during the exchange before he looked over to whatever, if any, baggage the spook might have. He had drawn the short straw and tasked to help the newest member settle in, and would help carry any luggage the spy needed brought to his new living quarters.
Spook is pleasantly surprised by the greeting. He isn't expecting anything warm or enthusiastic from the heavy, or anyone potentially, but he was half expecting his hand to be crushed. Intentionally or not.
Taking his hand back from the newly dubbed Roadhog (the man definitely has a theme), he doesn't offer more of a name than his title "Spy", he doubts the man would mind and it's not like he's got much of a unique title to offer. Spook was a name given to him in the past but because of his training and the number of spy's on the team. It won't be important here...
Following the man's eyes to his luggage Spook does move to grasp it's handle. All he has with him is a smallish pull along, a slightly brighter burgundy than his suit with a worn Apricot tag on the handle.
" I can handle my Luggage, though some help finding my new quarters would be appreciated," he tells Roadhog, he wouldn't mind the help but doesn't want to make the impression that he can't pull his own weight on the team, it's only a small bag anyway .
Roadhog noticed the apricot tag with some curiosity. As a slow and large target he had to be perspective to avoid being too easy of a kill for snipers, he knew what the fruit referred too and found it curious that a spy was parading sniper culture paraphernalia.
His lens lingered on the bag however he didn’t speak his inquires, instead only giving a grunt as he turned and beckoned with wave for the spy to follow him. The Badwater base was thankfully large enough that Roadhog was able to move fairly comfortably through it, but his size still blocked most of the hallway as they walked, leaving the spy unable to really see where they were going.
In the end they landed in a more narrow but still manageable hallway, the personalized doors of which made it clear this was the housing area. Sandwiched in between an unmarked door and one for some guy named Taurie, the spy’s room would be labeled by a hastily written sticky note that just said “the new spy”.
Roadhog would open the door for him, revealing the grand sight of a very bland but decently sized room.
Spook doesn't think twice about his luggage tag, a fruit tag tends to only draw attention from people who actually know what it means, and most assume from a spy it's just a knick knack, cause a spy of course wouldn't have anything to do with a snipers.
Following Roadhog down the hallways Spook isn't fussed by the large man blocking most of the way, he still maps out the base in his head as they walk.
The room is about what he expects, being new he'd just get the next room that's free of course. The teams original spy will have nabbed the largest room in base, in all probability ,but any new members get standard rooms.
Smiling slightly under his mask at the scralled sign Spook walks into the room and looks over the bland room and places his bag by the bed.
"thank you Roadhog, is there anything else to see or go over at this location?"
“If you go back the way we came their another hallways on the right. The infirmary is at the end up of it. For the cafeteria turn right at the end of this hall and just keep walking until you hit the double doors. That’s it.” Roadhog wasn’t sure what else the spy would want to know of off the bat, so he just gave the man the information he always asked for then he went to a new base. The cafeteria to keep up his size, and the infirmary so he could best avoid the Medics.
So with that he turned away, taking two steps before opening and entering the door next to the spies room, his body blocking the man from getting any glimpse inside before the door was firmly shut behind him.
If the spy didn’t come knocking, the next they’d see of him would be at dinner, sitting as far away from the rest as he possibly could.
“If you go back the way we came their another hallways on the right. The infirmary is at the end up of it. For the cafeteria turn right at the end of this hall and just keep walking until you hit the double doors. That’s it.” Roadhog wasn’t sure what else the spy would want to know of off the bat, so he just gave the man the information he always asked for then he went to a new base. The cafeteria to keep up his size, and the infirmary so he could best avoid the Medics.
Spook is satisfied by the Heavy's instructions and nods to the man," thank you."
Watching him leave Spook notes his neighbours room before closing his own door and settling his possession down.
There really isn't much, a few nick backs for his side table and a small backpack hung on his bed for quick exits.
The installation of a few extra security measures are silent and quick to do from experience before he closes up his room and goes looking for his colleague in espionage.
Hopefully that meeting goes as well as his one with Roadhog.
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Stepping into the dining hall that evening Spook surveys the teammates present before going to get his own food.
Today hadn't been anything he hadn't expected, but it's tiring figuring out a new base and where he stands with new people. At least the enemy is simple, they all hate his guts, easy.
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Most of the teammates were cordial enough, but even from the friendlier ones there was still a tight tension of distrust coiled underneath their welcoming smiles. One of the easier to gauge was an engie who’d not-so-passive-aggressive attitude made it clear where he stood with his feelings, but most seemed weary or angered by the spies presence.
Roadhog was the only one who didn’t glance or outright stare at the spy. Maybe because he had already met him, maybe because he didn’t see him. Either way he took no interest as he focused on eating from one of the 4 plates of pasta he had spread out over the table, his mask raised just enough to let him eat.
If the spy had wondered if he was human, the sight of his mouth would be an assurance that he was indeed not a monster despite his ridiculous size. White stubble framed a jaw that might be prominent if it weren’t for the layer of fat that made up his double chin. His mouth was as big as the rest of him with thick plump lips to match. On his bottom lip was a simple metal barbell pierced through the center and framed by two little tusks that peaked up from his underbite.
Looking over his teammates Spook wonders if they, like the enemy, also hate his guts?
As he collects his food he wonders if this is just ditrust of a new member, a spy at that, or if his petty counterpart had done his rounds already and soured them all against him.
He'd met the man earlier that day, hoping for at least a cordial conversation. Instead the man was odviously upset that another spy was in his territory. He had tried to get Spook to work under him, like a grunt to his greatness, but when politely told no, had remarked that Spook had better figure out the war alone then.
Maybe he's being a bit dramatic about the teams tension around him but he just needs to prove himself doesn't he. A day of battle where they see him helping and not being a coward or backstabbing his own team and hopefully they will relax.
For now.... Though he doesn't want to impose on the man Spook walks to sit nearish Roadhog. Just leaving would give a bad impression after all, but forcing conversation would be uncomfortable.
Maybe someone would approach him even? He is new after all, someone must be curious.
Not wanting to disturb the Heavy's peace Spook just sits with a acknowledging nod, and picks at his food with his fork, unwilling to remove his own mask, though he notes what's under Roadhogs.
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Someone did end up approaching him in the end. A pyro came over, happily taking a seat next to the spy and mumbled something in a chipper but incoherent at the spy.
A beat of silence passed before Roadhog swallowed what he was chewing and spoke up. “They asked where you’re from.” He translated before returning to his meal. The pyro nodded and leaned forward eagerly for the spooks response.
Spook relaxes slightly as the Pyro approaches, sitting and talking away, even if it's a little hard to understand.
Nodding to Roadhog for the translation Spook turns to the Pyro and replies warmly to the curious mercenary," I'm from Euro, Britain Specifically," he says, putting his fork down next to his untouched food," I have travelled quite a lot though, what about yourself?"
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The answer got a snort from Roadhog, though it would be hard to tell of the noise was related to the spy’s answer. The big man seemed like he might just be a but of a noisy eater even though he’d been mostly quiet so far.
Really Roadhog wasn’t fond of Europeans. They tended to be snobs, especially the Scottish, they were just the worst. They never downloaded Nuclear Nightmare. More than once he’d been called a “fat american” by their likes, as if being American had magically made him over 500lb. No, he worked hard to stay as fat and sexy as he was thank you very much.
The Pyro however seemed delighted at this information as they clasped their hands together and began to mumble excitedly at the spy, their garbled words earning another snort from the hog, but this one was more like a laugh then the annoyed one before.
“They’re from Texas. Want to know if you’ve met the queen.” Roadhog explained, ready to return to his food after the translation but stopped as the Pyro turned towards the giant, softly smacking his arm and mumbling something in a scolding tone.
“They don’t need to know that.” Roadhog replied with a huff, again trying to go for his food but the Pyro said something else that made him stop with an annoyed sigh. “I’m from here.” Roadhog divulged with a scowl which didn’t seem to bother the Pyro as they turned their attention back to the spy.
Roadhog knew what the Pyro was doing. The sweet little fool was trying to help him make friends. It was a task Roadhog had neither given the Pyro or shown any interest in having completed, yet the little arson kept trying to pull him into conversation by making him translate.
Sneaking a look at Roadhog he isn't sure why the man snorted but is amused that the Pyro had dragged the man into the conversation. He must get on with Pyro quite well.
Amused by how excited the Pyro was with his answer he takes Roadhogs translations happily, though he does make an effort to try figure out the man's mumbles as they go. It would be good to be able to understand the Pyro at some point in the future. He was pleasant to talk with.
" I haven't met the Queen no, though I've seen her at a distance," Spook tells Pyro, smiling but not commenting on Roadhogs scowled answer. It's nice to know more about the large man, even if he's only sharing because of his own Friend.
He is glad that he chose to sit here on his first day, he's sure that he wouldn't have been able to talk to Pyro like this at most other tables, and talking with the two masked individuals was reassuring. At least 2 people here don't mind him.
Didn’t mind was a bold assumption. Roadhog did mind that his dinner was being interrupted for this, but his frustration was more at the Pyro than the spy.
The Pyro would keep the spy talking for a good while after they’d both finished eating and Roadhog would be grateful as the soy started to pick up on what the Pyro was saying without his help, allowing him to finish his own meal with less interruptions, but every now and then Pyro would turn the conversation to him, asking what he thought and his thoughts were more or less grunt with different inflections. Most of which sounding vaguely annoyed and impartial.
Honestly he didn’t see why he should bother telling the spy about himself. If the man wanted to know about him he could do that without bothering him. That was his whole job after all.
Eventually, when he had finished off his meal, he did speak up with his own inquire without Pyro prompting him. “What’s your kill count?” He couldn’t see much of the spy’s face with the mask but he seemed on the younger side despite how experienced he sounded. He hoped the man could hold his own in battle, would be annoying to have to look after another idiot.
It was nice talking to the Pyro, even if his food grows cold beside him he isn't bothered as they talk. He is even pleased to be figuring out most of the man's mumbling as they go on, it will be useful later he's sure. And it means he can talk to the man alone later as well.
As they chat he notices Roadhogs annoyance at being bothered so much and notes to himself that perhaps picking a different tablet tomorrow might be smart if he isn't to wear out his welcome to quickly. He'd rather not be on a team where no one wants to sit with him.
At Roadhogs question Spook turns to the man and thinks for a moment, counting through his career so far as a Spy...and before in his training.... 1, 2....8...15...
After a moment Spy simply replies smoothly (though he knows he has to force himself not to sound stiff ) with the answer, " double digits."
Hopefully that is a sufficient answer, it will get across he isn't a rookie, or sound like he's boasting, and he doesn't have to think too hard about what does and doesn't count.
“Hope you mean outside of respawn.” Roadhog snorts but seemed content, if not amusedwith the answer. However many double digits were, it was nothing to the countless he’s slaughtered. If he had to guess he’d say he’d somewhere near, if not over, two hundred at this point. He was ruthlessly killing before RED hired him, so he’d had a good head start.
“What spytech you got? Deadringer?” He hated fighting deadringers with a passion but having them on his side was nice.
Spook did indeed mean outside respawn.
While he had used the unique creation of the RED and BLU he had mostly been working outside of conventional teams.
This meant more sneaky assassination and data collection than mindless battle with gun happy mercenaries, this won't be the first time he's in a proper team, but he isn't as seasoned as he'd have liked to be at this kind of battle.
Spook is confident though, he tends to be a bit unpredictable because of his unique training.
Hopefully he will prove himself in the next days battle.
"I prefer the Cloak and Dagger actually, I find it more versatile," Spook replies politely, Dead Ringers do seem more popular for Spy's but Spook would much rather have time to follow out his plans, plus he likes to think he's clever enough to avoid bodily harm where possible.
"Does the other Spy on the team use a Dead Ringers? Or is it the enemy?" The masked man questions gently, it might be his first day but any information could be useful, for battle or...otherwise.
