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The pleasure has been mine. Goodbye. Deactivated 12-2-17

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The Conclusion

It was dark. The only light came from a small fireplace across the room and a dimly lit cigarette dancing on his lips. Spy was tired... He had tried and enjoyed the time he had spent meeting others but he just couldn't take it anymore. "It's been a pleasure. I'm so glad to have met you all," He said to the empty room, "But I don't belong here, I can't fight anymore." He looked down towards the revolver in his hands. The ivory grip felt smooth against his hand. He carefully pulled his mask off and let it drop to the floor. He stood up, balancing his weight between his prosthetic leg and real one. He turned around and looked at where his prosthetic hand was sitting on the side table, then to the fleshy nub that remained a part of him. He had always hated that hand. Spy slowly brought the gun up and pushed it against the side of his head. Audric pulled the trigger.

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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* Inside, was probably the least fitting room in the entirety of the compound. Sure, there were the underlying structures of concrete walls, a twin-sized bed, and a separate chamber ( that likely contained a bathroom )–but there was a metric ton of civillian ‘contraband’, covering it. The concrete was plastered with posters, stickers and flags, the bedding was plush-looking –and contained a celestial print; and even the floor had fallen to similar depths… At the moment, it was crowded with an open-trunk full of women’s clothing, an over-stocked bookcase–and even a half-painted picture;  was propped up on an easel in the corner. *

“… Ta-Daaa.” ^^; * The woman managed to chime ( if sarcastically ) , inwardly grateful to have the excuse, to change the former subject.*

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Spy glanced around the room taking everything in at once. "Well." He threw out his hands and waved them about, "I certainly wasn't expecting all this." His toned seemed genuine enough as he stepped into the room, picking his way through the clothes and mess that had accumulated on the floor. He stepped when he arrived at the easel and examined the painting closer, "I did not know you were an artist."

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The Thing in the Lake

He was pretty proud of himself for catching this bird, considering that birds tended to quickly fly away at the smallest noise or suspicious movement. Admittedly this one probably had not been the brightest of his kind so maybe this catch was less owed to his hunting skills and more natural selection at work.

The fact that he had caught something was the most important part anyway.

Not much later his hands and the ground near him were stained with fresh blood. Loose and pretty roughed up looking feathers lay strewn about on the rocky lake shore.

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It was rare that Spy left the base, except for the occasional bar he mainly kept to himself in his study. But, he had heard rumors, and rumors are half truths. Spy wandered through the forest until he found himself standing on a rocky lake shore. He flicked open a lighter and lot a cigarette, breathing and exhaling the smoke.

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Upon hearing the telltale sounds of someone approaching he quickly slipped back into the water.

It had sounded like a human, although those didn’t come here too often. Humans were… dangerous, so he would rather not be seen by one.

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Spy looked around the lake. Quite. Too quite. He didn't hear any birds. Not even the chirp of a cricket. He took another drag on his cigarette and stuck it between his lips. He sat down on the shore and meditated in thought. Listening, waiting, and thinking.

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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* She folded her arms around herself almost protectively, at the gloom and particular wording he used, intentionally avoiding his gaze– for as long as the subject stood.*

“…In a couple of decades, I might agree with you. “ * Alex reckoned, just as uncomfortably.* “–But until then, I’d rather stay the ‘course‘–if its all the same; thank you.”

“ ….‘Just up on the left.” * She answered his next question, anyway, trying not to be rude. Sure enough there was a door, but it was intentionally painted gym-mat grey, and was marked with a faux ‘janitorial’ label–just to seem a smidgen more bland.*

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Spy kept his distance and knew she was not very comfortable with the situation. But Spy was curious now more than anything. "Ha. Classy." Spy said sticking his thumb towards the Janitorial sign. He pulled out the card and looked it over once more for good measure. He pushed it into the slot and pulled it out hearing a high pitched beep. Spy pushed the door open.

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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“ That’s the idea.” * The woman remarked, following him at a reasonable page.* “–It’s not even painted special, so the other side would find it unimportant, too.*

“ …And not enough, unfortunately.”  * She sulked from there, folding her arms. Apparently, despite Scouts ‘methods’, she wasn’t in the least happy with having to admit he was right:* “ –I do what’s necessary, but to someone who’s actually expecting it, or knows better, it certainly wouldn’t be much a threat.”

“– To top that off, I don’t even have reanimation privileges yet, so I have to be extremely careful…The ingredient for the machine, is apparently very pricy, so they’re still bickering about having it ‘in the budget’–somehow.”

* She shook her head rather ruefully, rolling her eyes, in turn .* “…The two of them combined are richer than God. I hardly see what’s left to debate.”

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"So long as I am getting paid, I do not care if they are fighting over Rainbows and Unicorns." He rolled his fake around for the added gesture and kept walking. "And trust me, sometimes I feel it would be better to stay dead. No worries, no stress. Plus it hurtz like hell to get reanimated." He said with a solemn grimace. "Which way do we go?"

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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“ Yes.” * She responded, matter of factly, tipping her gaze away from Scout‘s prone form. * “–I was hired for catering, not warfare…And since it’s an hour away from the closest town, it just makes more sense to live on-site, rather than commute.”

* The woman then turned slightly, and gestured to the band of fabric covering her upper arm. Despite it bearing the ‘company’ colors, as well, her symbol seemed to be a spatula of all things–rather than an ordinary weapons class.*

* She looked a tad annoyed, however, when she further noticed him pocketing her belonging . But, as this all seemed like news to him,  she also supposed it wasn’t an completely unfounded thing to do –without proof…For all he knew, she might’ve been one of the other fellows doing one of his ‘cloning’ tricks, afterall.*

“ …If you insist.” * She replied, to that end, shortly gesturing to the secondary threshold the room possessed.* “– Its around the corner, and to the left.”

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Spy looked and noticed the other doorway. "Huh, I've never noticed that." He motioned to the threshold. He started walking that way, assuming she'd follow him. "And I do insist," He said over his shoulder looking back at her. "But I'm sure you can take care of yourself in a real dangerous situation."

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The Thing in the Lake

He was pretty proud of himself for catching this bird, considering that birds tended to quickly fly away at the smallest noise or suspicious movement. Admittedly this one probably had not been the brightest of his kind so maybe this catch was less owed to his hunting skills and more natural selection at work.

The fact that he had caught something was the most important part anyway.

Not much later his hands and the ground near him were stained with fresh blood. Loose and pretty roughed up looking feathers lay strewn about on the rocky lake shore.

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It was rare that Spy left the base, except for the occasional bar he mainly kept to himself in his study. But, he had heard rumors, and rumors are half truths. Spy wandered through the forest until he found himself standing on a rocky lake shore. He flicked open a lighter and lot a cigarette, breathing and exhaling the smoke.

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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“ Mine.” * She agreed, before releasing the hand he’d picked her up with. She neglected to reach for the item, however, unfortunately not so sure he was going to give it back either.* “…It’s to the saferoom, off this wing, so I don’t get hurt.”

* The closer examination revealed it had the team colors, as well as the proper Mannco logo, but the strap she’d most likely added to it – was a glittering; multicolored chrome.*

“ –‘Engie has the other one, in case of emergencies,” * She added, after a moment, gently pulling him from the various observations.* “– but I didn’t want to bother him, if it was just coz’ ‘Skinny’ was bein’ a pest.”

* She then folded her arms, and turned towards the heap of twenty-something , still laying at their feet. He’d stopped gagging by now, but the brunette wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to get a word in edgewise, before his ‘sass’ returned it –to its former ‘glory’.*

“…PS: The next time you get another ‘bright’ idea, ASK first.” * She insisted.*  “–It’s not a race, monkeynuts.”

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"A safe room...? Really." Spy flipped the card over then stuck it into his pocket. "I didn't know we had a safe room." Spy looked up and down. He had lost his Banana in the chaos of the short lived fight. He sighed. "Well. I plan on holding onto zhis for now," He looked her over then held out his arm, "At least until we get to zhis saferoom." He wasn't sure how'd she'd feel about Spy escorting her, but if Scout managed to recover quickly, he'd be looking for them.

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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* Alex hesitated for a minute, rolling over onto the concrete and massaging one of her rapidly bruising hips, before actually taking the stranger’s glove-sheathed hands.*

“ …I’m 5’2, and I’m technically all of you, are my bosses.” * She responded rather bitterly, despite the truth of what she was saying.*  “–So no, not if I could help it.”

“…I will admit, he’s not wrong, and it wouldn’t KILL me to learn how to spar…But I’d rather do it with some warning , and not anywhere you are in danger of cracking your head on something, preferably.” * The girl soon added, eventually making a knowing eye contact with her volentarily suffering ‘client’.*

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Spy pulled her up and held her hand. He looked down at Scout then back up to her. "Touche, this is not the most ideal place to learn is it?" Spy looked down at Scout then noticed what he held. Spy reached down and picked up the plastic key card and looked it over. "Yours I presume?" He held the card at an arms length and ran his finger over the front.

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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“…‘Give him a minute.” *The brunette surprisingly requested, before then adding:* “–If he pukes on my floor, I want him to clean up his own damned mess.”

* Scout had fallen like a lead weight, and was unfortunately coughing and gagging quite a bit now. And ( since holding onto his ‘hostage’ was apparently more than the instinctive part of his brain could handle ), the woman was currently lying amongst his rapidly crumbling body like a load of debris, waiting for her various body parts to stop stinging.*

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Spy looked over towards the sputtering Scout, but more closely what he'd brought down with him. Spy extended his hand out for the Brunette. "Fair enough, you didn't start zhis I presume?"

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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“ True, but–Anh!” * She was cut particularly short as the hand that wasn’t giving the far side of the room a false-gunshot, then seemed to be creeping fairly quickly up the back of her smock. That seemed to tear her argument in one fell swoop, and thus, a second later both her elbows were sunk as deeply into his ribs– as she could possibly muster.*

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Spy whirled around, and barely was able to catch what happened as Scout doubled over. Not many things put a smile on Spy's face but that, that made his night. He could only hope it would get better. He walked over to Scout and grabbed the back of his neck. Spy bent down and whisper into Scout's ear, "Tsk. You should know better than to try that." He pushed Scout over and laughed. "Leave."

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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“ ‘Juuuust ‘testing’ something.” * The boy replied, with a superior tinge in his own voice.*

“…Like what?” * Alex replied, rather saltily:* “–You push the cart with the explosives all the time. That’s like 4 of me, combined.”

“– That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” * Scout corrected, pointedly:* “– Everybody has to take basic training, and that includes you, ‘Betty Crocker’…And If you can’t get past the smallest guy on the team, what luck d’ya have against everyone on the other side?”

“–I don’t want to kick the shit out of you, because you haven’t DONE anything to me, dingus.” * She pointed out from there, with a slight gesture of her hands…Not that he could even see it, from such an angle.* “ –Whereas ‘everybody on the other side’, actively wants to blow me up, or kidnap me–rather than feel me up in the kitchen…Or at least I don’t think they do, anyway.”

“…B-besides,” * She shook her head, trying not to expand on the thought that she was pretty much the only woman around for miles, since Miss Pauling only stook around–once in a blue moon.*  “–I do my part once a day. I even have my own gun, now…Mr. S lets me knock over cans in the parking lot. Even when he’s not around,even.”

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Scout grew impatient, and Alex started to feel heavy. Never the less he wouldn't want to seem weak so he kept her on his shoulder while he spoke, "Yeah Yeah, anyone could hit some stupid cans. See it's different when the cans shoot back!" He made the effort of pointing a finger gun out into the darkness and pulling the trigger.

Spy slowly peeled the Banana and threw the peel behind him. He walked out from behind the fridge towards the other exit. He knew once he stepped out he'd be in plain sight. Maybe they'd be to caught up in talking to even notice him. He'd deal with Scout later. He needed something to drink.

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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“–Scout, I swear to God…”  * The woman cautioned for the thousandth time, marching across the combination kitchen/break room and seizing the youth by the ear, only to receive nothing but a stiff yelp of protest.*  

“ It’s not funny!” * She insisted, growling slightly .*  “–I need to get to bed sometime tonight, and failing that, avoid being shot tomarrow!”  

“ –If you want it, come’n get it…” * The taller boy whipped out the laminated keycard to her room, on a cord , seemingly from nowhere–twirling it intentionally just out of reach.*

*After a few desperate grabs, Alex managed to snare the very end of the strap with one of her hands, but seemingly had to surrender the grip she had on his ear– to gain some sort of leverage . And, it was in this moment, he seized his opportunity to not only rip it out of her grasp with a single tug– but lunge for her waist; soon after. Quite unexpecting it, however, she went fairly limp as he then picked her up– and threw her over his shoulder ( more scared in that moment that he’d drop her onto the concrete , than she was that he was annoying the shit out of her ).*

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Spy rounded the corner and stopped to rest. He wasn’t used to being out this late but unfortunately some business had kept him out in the field. The Pyro had him cornered but eventually gave up. Needless to say, Spy was lucky and out of breath from running. He looked up and saw Scour and a woman. She seemed familiar. Spy straightened up, fixed his tie, and started to approach. What had Scout gotten himself into this time?

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* Alex sighed to herself, unaware either of them were actually being watched despite Spy’s heavy breathing. The kitchen was well connected to almost every other part of the compound, so the other residents came and went as they may, pretty much around the clock.*

“ ……………..What the hell are you doing?” * She asked instead, her tone soft with defeat, after lying still for a long moment–her hands dangling freely down Scout’s spine .*

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Spy stopped. He wasn't sure if this was something he wanted to interfere with. He'd seen the woman around before but wasn't sure what she actually did. He was curious to say the least. Now. It was still probably Scout's doing but this might be something interesting to watch while he regained his composure. He leaned against a fridge and grabbed a Banana, peering over his shoulder he watched the event unfold. Hopefully he wouldn't have to interfere and could just head to bed after this cleared up.

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“ A ‘quiet’ night at home” ~Closed RP with  ask-disabled-spy

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“–Scout, I swear to God…”  * The woman cautioned for the thousandth time, marching across the combination kitchen/break room and seizing the youth by the ear, only to receive nothing but a stiff yelp of protest.*  

“ It’s not funny!” * She insisted, growling slightly .*  “–I need to get to bed sometime tonight, and failing that, avoid being shot tomarrow!”  

“ –If you want it, come’n get it…” * The taller boy whipped out the laminated keycard to her room, on a cord , seemingly from nowhere–twirling it intentionally just out of reach.*

*After a few desperate grabs, Alex managed to snare the very end of the strap with one of her hands, but seemingly had to surrender the grip she had on his ear– to gain some sort of leverage . And, it was in this moment, he seized his opportunity to not only rip it out of her grasp with a single tug– but lunge for her waist; soon after. Quite unexpecting it, however, she went fairly limp as he then picked her up– and threw her over his shoulder ( more scared in that moment that he’d drop her onto the concrete , than she was that he was annoying the shit out of her ).*

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Spy rounded the corner and stopped to rest. He wasn't used to being out this late but unfortunately some business had kept him out in the field. The Pyro had him cornered but eventually gave up. Needless to say, Spy was lucky and out of breath from running. He looked up and saw Scour and a woman. She seemed familiar. Spy straightened up, fixed his tie, and started to approach. What had Scout gotten himself into this time?

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Hey! If you're still interested in doing some pallette challenges perhaps a Spy smoking in 22?

That hopeless scheme only the lonely scheme

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“The Watering Hole” ~ Closed RP with ask-disabled-spy

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“ …You’re not the one who did it.” * She quickly absolved him, before sitting up straight again , though briefly glared at the thought– none the less.* “–Though to be perfectly honest, I hope Jimmy overdosed, and died in the gutter, for this little ’ tantrum ’ of his.”

“–But,” * She then shook her head, effectively dropping the subject. * “–they’ve certainly got no ‘prospects’ in a town this far south, yet alone this small– so fuck em’.”

* When at last the bartender returned, however, she offered her order–before deferring to Spy for his own:*

“ …A black opal for me , and…what is it this time ?”

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Spy stares the bar tender down while he thinks. “Normally, somezhing smooth but strong, tonight however, Vodka will do nicely.” Spy grins a little mischievously and leans back, rocking the stool on two legs.

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“…Easy on the ‘equipment‘, son,” * The bartender rolls his eyes at his obvious ‘mating’ display–before retreating to the bottles lined up nearby.*

* Alex laughed again, nonetheless, however– but hunched into herself while doing so, as if they’d both gotten into trouble.*

“… You’re smooth enough for 5 people. “ * She teased back, though far quietly, likewise:*  “–I don’t know for ‘strong’ though.”

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Spy smiles towards her, confident in his ruckus, but sits regularly in the chair now due to the bar tender staring him down. Spy chuckles a bit when he hears Alex laugh. “Perhapz I am slick enough for 5, what about zhe 1 in front of me?” Spy leans his elbow on the counter and smiles mischievously.

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“ This one,” * She replied, shyly touching her rapidly burning cheek.* “…Is flattered…But she isn’t a very good judge, I‘m afraid.”

“…She’s only had one, to call her own, before.”

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Spy sat comfortably but semi spaced out. He had not really known what to reply so he just sat back and listened. After she spoke, Spy simply asked, "And how did zhat turn out?" Stupid. Stupid. Stupid question. The Spy was tempted to slam his head into the bar and just leave. "I- I mean, how did you feel about it all?" Spy was losing his touch. He made a mental note to prepare more for these types of conversations on the future, he was simply used to just doing as he pleased.

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Do you have any robotic limbs?

"Robotic limbs? Hpm. No, just custom fitted prosthetics for my leg and hand. However, I have recently been looking for someone to help me create a more... functional hand."