Six-String Stinger

Well, howdy there. Dell Conagher, at your service. (Indie semi-sel RED Engineer RP blog. 18+ Please read rules before interacting!)

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((whoopsie daisies))

((Sorry I haven’t been very active on here lately! I’ll try to do better to check on things here more often. <3))

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"Man, ain't there enough Engies around here? Can't build but so many dispensers in a finite space." He scratched his jaw with a screwdriver. "Well, at least ya look like you're mostly sane."

"Mostly?" Dell smirks, a brow cocking up, "I'm mighty interested in findin' out what makes me look a lil' less sane, then." He laughs, extending an arm out. "Dell Conagher. Good t'meet a fellow Engineer."

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Maybe you’re getting them because the only thing sweeter than Texas tea is you

“Alright c’mon now, you’re makin’ an old man blush.”

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Hey, Engie. Do you know what they do when chemists die? They barium.

“Ha! What did the thermometer say to the graduated cylinder? You may have graduated, but I’ve got many degrees.”

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Are you the Yellow Rose of Texas? Because you’re the only one for me

“Darlin’ I’m flattered. Anyone wanna tell me why I’m gettin’ all these cheesy messages?”

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“Golly, that was unexpected...!”

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I just wanted to the mod that the way you draw Engie is just great. You do a great job of his facial expressions and just how he looks.

((Thank you so much!!! Engie is my favourite merc, and I love drawing him!))

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😠 - managing with their temper

“Truthfully, managin’ my temper ain’t one of my strong suits. I can get pretty steamed pretty quick...”

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donnez-moi-vos-vivres:

René very nearly shrieked with pain when he felt an iron grip on his injured arm. He wiggled his body, trying to slither out from beneath the RED, but to little avail.

“Come–Come to taunt me now, have we?” he snarled, blinking his vision clear. The Spy glanced between the Engineer’s hands and dared to smirk smugly. “How are you going to kill me with both hands occupied? Seems to me that someone made a slight miscalculation.” His head was pounding, and his heart was in his throat, but René pushed back the growing panic to put on a slightly calmer facade. “We appear to have reached a stalemate.”

“Y’know you sure can talk for someone who just got socked in the jaw.” Engie cocks his brow up with a chuckle. He thinks about things for a moment-- Then shrugs. “Not like you can do much with that arm ‘a yours if I were to let go... I doubt you’d be able to reach that revolver in time... Still. How ‘bout a truce?” 

The Engineer offers, a smirk on his face. “I let go, you walk away, we kill each other another day.” 

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Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises

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🙊 - keeping secrets

“Conagher’s have a habit of takin’ secrets to our graves.”

😈 - manipulating others

“Always said the best way to manipulate a man is to make him think he is manipulatin’ you.”

💋 - kissing

“Well now. A lady never asks, ‘n a gentleman never tells. Guess you’ll have to find out for yourself, huh?”

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A grunt escaped René’s lips as he felt the shorter RED tackle him, hearing the crack of his rather bony limbs against the floor as they crumpled into a heap. The pain against his back was soon forgotten, replaced by the slightly more pressing pain on his face.

He felt the fist crack against his jaw and saw stars. He was pretty sure it was dislocated, but then, it was a little hard to tell. The Spy lashed out, bucking against the weight on his body and throwing a few punches for good measure. If one hit, he would have time to plan his next move, which was most likely to go for his gun.

Dell grabbed one of the Spy’s flailing fists, holding his wrist tight in his grip to pin it down above the BLU’s head. His other hand grabbed the Spy’s arm, subsequently where he had been shot, putting firm pressure on the wound. 

“Y’know I still ain’t had the chance to thank you for the nice lil’ bullet you lodged in my skull earlier.” The Engineer lets a snarky grin pull across his face. 

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🎭 - acting/performing arts

“Well, I play my guitar in front ‘a people a lot.

But… Y’know. Who doesn’t get stage fright from time to time?”

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Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises

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“AAH!” The pained cry escaped René’s lips when the bullet flew true, sinking into his arm. He shouldn’t have spent so much time thinking and more time moving.

The Spy reached rather belatedly for his gun, letting out another groan as the movement jostled the injury in his arm. It wouldn’t be a good shot, no, but he could try to use the distraction to get away. He pulled the gun out and shot once, blindly, before stumbling away from the Engineer in a wild panic.

Luckily for Dell, the injured Spy’s shot missed and wound up lodging in the wall behind him. He hurried to catch up to the Spy before he had time to cloak or fire a shot once more-- Opting to tackle the lightweight gentleman, sending them both to the ground like a sack of potatoes. 

Relief flooded the Engineer when he noticed the Spy’s revolver skid away, giving him the upper hand. He quickly sat upright, pinning the man under his own weight.

“Leavin’ so soon? C’mon, sit a spell ‘n chat.” Engie balled his hand into a fist and struck the BLU straight across the jaw. Sure, he could’ve just shot him, but wheres the fun in that?

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René leaped backwards, the disguise fizzling away as he went. He wasn’t hurt, but he knew he was about to be. The telltale beep of the sentry gun locking onto him was more than enough to force him to leap quickly behind a wall. The rocket and bullets soared down the hall, exploding against the far wall. That was most definitely not how he had planned for this interaction to go down, not in the slightest. It was supposed to be easy, but of course, he supposed that just couldn’t be it.

This didn’t have to be so difficult. The Spy grumbled a few curses to himself, taking the moment to lean back against the wall. He could take his chances again, of course, or he could cloak and come back when the Engineer was more occupied. He was sure his teammates would have to come poking around soon enough, right? Last he checked, BLU team was ready to push forward into RED’s defenses, so he could come along in a few minutes and take down the buildings for good.

Retrieving his comically small pistol from the holster around his waist, Dell chased after the Spy fast as his legs could carry him. That snake wasn’t gettin’ away this time. Rounding the corner, he was met once more with the visage of the BLU Spy. 

 “Oh, no you don’t.” The Engineer growled low under his breath, a mixture of a scowl and some sort of wild smirk stretching across his lips. He fired the gun, aiming for the slender Spy’s arm-- trying to prevent him from using it to reach for a gun or to cloak away once again.

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It wasn’t long before the Spy decided to pay Engineer a visit again. He had already paid the RED Medic and Heavy a visit whilst they were fighting the BLU Demoman, made his way into the RED team’s back line, and paid the RED Sniper a visit. All there was left to do was return to the RED Engineer to make sure to ruin his day yet again. And this time, he wouldn’t give Dell a heads up.

René refreshed his cloak at the nearest large ammo pack, made sure all of his equipment was prepared, and slipped in behind the Engineer. If he timed his decloak just right, he’d be able to stab the RED and sap his equipment before the sentry gun swiveled around and turned him into Swiss Cheese. He would have to wait until the Dispenser emitted its healing gasses, which would disguise the sound of his cloak deactivating. In the meantime, he hid and made sure he had on a RED disguise, making sure to stay near enough to be able to let his cloak charge.

Like he expected, the Dispenser soon made a low hissing sound, during which he quickly deactivated his cloak, slipping his knife carefully out of his pocket, and poised to strike.

Dell took a calming breath, trying to get his nerves down. Though, it really had been a while since he’d seen hide nor hair of the Spy... Maybe he didn’t want to risk another showdown with Dell’s over-sized wrench?

Regardless, Dell tried to focus on his work-- the dispenser was almost upgraded to a Level 3... But there was that feeling again making his hairs on the back of his neck stand on end... Like there was something behind him. He tried to shake it off like he’d done all the other times, assuring himself it was all in his head! But this time something in the back of his mind told him to look behind him, just once more.

“Holy mother of--” Adrenaline moved the Engineers body for him as his eyes focused on one thing-- the color blue. His right arm swung haphazardly, trying to defend himself against the man currently trying to put a knife in his back.