I am more comfortable RPing with adults and there may be depressing things or more suggestive stuff around. + WARNING: TF2 typical violence & gore, character's canonical setting takes place in a time where homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc are rampant and mental health is not properly taken care of yet.
Was told ta go get a social life. I'm here now.
Call me BLU Scout or make up a nickname if it matters t' ya. Send me an ask, send me a pipe bomb, don't care- just bother me outside a' work an' we'll be cool.
I CAN be bribed with cigarettes, by the way. Gimmie.
[ rules // character file // art // open starters // rp memes // rp tracker ]
Main acc: @captivecompany | all posts are open for interaction, open starters tag are just to track semi-lit RP starters!
NOTES
This guy's gay but in the closet about it. He has been horrifically bullied for being gay before. Making jokes about this will probably get a negative reaction out of him, but you're free to do so!
Be nice, be mean, be cringe and free.
Check his character file to see his connections/opinions on some other mercs. You're free to play off of that, just let me know if we're interacting as if they already know each other.
CONNECTIONS / TEAMMATES
Meaning: people he currently lives with for the most of the year, not the entirety of BLU.
You are free to ask for a spot and multiple people can take the same role! We can just pretend, yannow, alt timelines and whatnot.
BLU Soldier: NPC
BLU Pyro: NPC
BLU Demo: NPC
BLU Heavy: NPC (quite close)
BLU Engineer: NPC
BLU Sniper: NPC
BLU Medic: NPC
BLU Spy: NPC (note: hates his team's spy, see backstory)
Pauling: NPC
BOUNDARIES
✅Shipping - multi-ships, none exclusive
✅Interaction from non TF2 characters - go wild
✅Interaction from doubles/Scouts - go wild pt.2
🟡NSFW - ask in DMs + we'll move it to @captivecompany-nsft
TAGS
#talkin - casual IC posts
#shits happening - third person RP posts
#go ahead - open rp starters
#copy that - askbox answers
#long post - long posts
(You're free to interact with any post even if the open rp tag is not on it, it's just to track starters. Open starters stay open until the open tag is removed, no matter how long ago they were posted.)
...OKAY?? That sucks and all but it explains NOTHING- what was this guy freakin' doing?- Aw shit.
"Uh. No."
Look. He's no saint. Very far from one. But still, he's human. And it's fucking nerve-wrecking to watch someone step closer and close to the edge-
'Them, or both of ya, boy.' Someone once said. He made his decision. Their fall was so quick yet so slow. He didn't know humans had so much blood.
Scout paled slightly, shaking his head. "Can- can you not do that? Look, won't shoot ya." He flicked the safety back on and put the pistol back into a harness on his leg, "You sound like ya havin' a moment. Believe me, pal. Been there. Maybe ya a ghost. But on the chance ya aren't, can ya. Step away from the edge," he swallows with furrowed brows, "please."
Scout lowers the gun, but keeps his hand on it. Ready to react.
"Yes. Dead civillians are still civillians. Ain't like somebody stops existing when they die, pal."
Was this a depressed fucker trying to end their life jumping off of BLU base? If so, damn. What a shitty place to die. Personally, Scout would pick somewhere either completely empty or extremely crowded. Get famous, y'know? Anyway.
"I'm no cop. But this is private property. Kinda rude, y'know." He sighed, rubbing his eye with a free hand, "If you are a ghost- which, kinda hard to believe 'cause I've seen a few but would NOT be surprised if ya ain't jus delusional- why are you here? Whaddya want?"
"Answer the question, chucklenuts." Scout frowned, not lowering the gun. On the chance that the other was bluffing, he did not want to go without a fight.
"Ya know ya tresspassing, right? In a no-civillians zone?"
The ghot still looked up at the moon with his back turned to Scout. The scars on his arms were barely visible due to the shadow casting and almost eerie look to him, though he seemed to finally register that someone was behind him and turned his head slightly.
One blue eyes stared at him, the ice color fitting well with the environment. He may have blended almost perfectly with his pale skin but due to the red and black that dotted him he kinda stuck out like a sore thumb.
It was a pretty cold night, the snow fell beautifully across the area and covered it in such a nice blanket that wasn't too heavy but not too light either. The moon overhead practically made the snow glow as it covered the serene scene, if he were alive he'd probably get frostbite given he was in a short sleeved shirt.
He walked across the beautiful white, snow crunching under his boots satisfyingly and even drawing some shapes in the snow with the chain he let hand loose from him. Eventually he found his way onto the roof of a building and stared up at the moon and falling snow. It was such a beautiful night....
It was an awfully cold night. But he was up. Why exactly was he up and about in this... balls-freezing, dicksicle ass weather?
Scout pants slightly as he continues running circles around base camp, dressed in only a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants. He's moving though, so the cold didn't bite as hard.
The nightmares are getting worse. He's not sure why. His eyesocket stings as if someone's scraping the fuck out of it again- thinking about it makes him pause, gagging slightly at the memory.
In that moment, his eye catches movement on top of a roof. Scout straightens his back, looking up at the figure and squinting, attempting to figure out who that is. Was it RED? Shit. He doesn't see any red, but...
The speedy merc runs into the building and climbs up the stairs, slowly opening the door to the roof as to not alert the other.
This was supposed to be just for practicing a new sketching style (its just thumbnailing actually LOL) but I liked the silhouette sm I had to go with it.
This actually helped me draw faster... this would normally take... what, 3-4 hours? Cut it down by half... Nice.
"i won't ruin ya clothes, mate. bushman's honor." Blu assured with a smile.
He listened to him share more about the enemy Scout. His tail wagged again after a moment. Hearing the BLU Scout did at least have someone to be close with if not his own family made that earlier revelation sting less.
"Appreciated. But really, don't worry 'bout it, Blu." The runner hums.
"Heh. Hopefully." He smiles slightly. Didn't want to keep his hopes too high, but it is nice while it's lasting.
"If we gonna play then we better get goin' before the sun goes down an' we go missin'. C'mon." He gestures, trotting off towards his room to get some pants and then get them both up to some tomfoolery.
"Sniper's probably not gonna lend any of his clothes... ya think any a' mine would fit ya? Some are pretty baggy." He's also not that attatched to anything other than his dog tags, so he wouldn't mind them getting absolutely wrecked. Preferably not, though. Getting new clothes is annoying.
"And yea, RED Scout." He shrugs, chuckling, "Don't go tellin' everybody 'bout it. We gotta blast each other in the face, for show an' all, but outside matches? We hang sometimes, go watch a' game... visited his ma once. She's real nice."
Ben nodded and tried to not yawn though it was obvious he was exhausted.
"I may try to sleep if that's alright. Climbing here unprepared left me pretty worn, hopefully my truck isn't snowed in by morning. I don't wish to cause more of a bother."
He laughed slightly at what he said before yawning. He really hoped he warmed up enough to not get sick. That would suck ass if he got sick.
Ben merely shrugged and nodded. He went over to the phone and picked it up, despite the distance he can still hear Ben.
"Hey Sax- hey hey! I'm okay! No need to worry!"
Very very faintly a worried voice could be heard, though what he's saying isn't clear.
"I'm at BLU base as it got really snowy- hey! Hey! It ain't my fault those damn delivery guys forgot the goods! Not to mention I hate when she breathes down our necks about it! Then Miss P gotta deal with all that."
Ben said and the other voice said something and laughed which made Ben laugh.
"I'll see you later man, I'll leave first chance I get. Bye bye"
Ben hung up and walked back over to Scout with a warm yet sleepy smile.
Scout plays with his hoodie strings absentmindedly, looking down at his shoes. "Ay," he nods, "no issue. You wanna lay down now, or..." He pulls his head up, "cause there's not much ta do 'round here. Half the base's asleep. Other half's probably playin' cards or drinkin'." It wasn't a strategic meeting kind of night.
*Blu could hear the jump in Scout's pulse, the way his heart tremored and beat harder due to what he assumed was a stressful memory. his head tilted slightly with curiosity, but he could sense Scout was tensing and trying not to draw attention to it. he opted to instead just watch closely and keep an ear trained to his pulse.*
*to a canine-like beast, the idea of one's own pack or family rejecting them was particularly offensive to hear. he could understand why Scout would be hurt.*
"... yeh, reckon i could."
*humid weather usually made tracking and hunting easier due to the moisture in the air, but dry winter air made for sharper hearing. it wasn't an impossible task.*
Scout chuckles, "Nah. Just imaginin' a game of' hide an' seek. I know dis place like tha back of my hand. Ya got those senses of yours. It'd be fun, y'know?"
"But." He looks out the frosted window, sighing, "probably waaay too cold for yah. Definitely is for Scout- other Scout. He complains so much I memorized the pitch of his whinin'." Despite the (ironic) complaint, the merc seemed rather fond of his RED counterpart, snickering to himself.
"ah. yeh, not a fan of too many layers. clothes get caught on everything, they restrict movement, an' tryin' t'get all the hair off 'em is a right waste of time. not to mention i tend to tear ´em with m'claws by mistake. usually just opt for shorts since the team said it's more 'socially acceptable' than bein' stark."
*he sniffs, able to tell Scout has cigarettes by the lingering smell of smoke on him and the faint notes of tobacco leaf. he's quite used to that smell by now, especially when back at the NM base with Spy. he doesn't mind it at all.*
"you can call me Blu. that's what the team called me when they found me. as f'what i do for m'team? reckon it's a whole lot of different things... sometimes yeh, I just hang out, other times i go out huntin' an' bring things back for 'em like food or wanted people."
*he picks at his claws on his fingertips.*
"i can be handy in trackin' since m'nose is stronger than a regular bloke's. got a good pair of ears too. at the end of the day, they feed an' house me while i do whatever they ask me to do. like you 've taken a likin' to 'em. there aren't many things i wouldn't do for 'em either."
*he looks up at the back of Scout's head.*
"oi, hang on now... y'said you were lookin' f'somethin?"
"Makes sense." Scout nodded. He wonders if his own team would care about a full-grown, naked man roaming around. Probably not. They'd probably be more impressed.
"Blu, huh? Nice to meet you. You sound pretty cool." A multipurpose dog... or werewolf? "Good ta hear that your team's treatin' ya right too."
Scout stiffens just slightly at the question, rubbing his neck and sighing. "Yeah... well, not anymore." He was silent for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should embarass himself. He supposed being vague would only invite curiosity. And it isn't like he isn't already an embarassment, so...
"A family member. Spent too much time an' effort ta find em. In response he tried ta gaslight me inta thinkin' I got tha wrong guy, an' when that didn't work, he just told me ta screw off." He shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant, but his mouth twitches slightly. Maybe if he weren't so annoying... no, no. No use thinking about what ifs. It just didn't happen. And now he's upset, great- was he ten or something? Stupid.
"...Ya think ya can find anythin' in this snow?" Scout changes the topic, not wanting to ruin the mood any further. "Sounds real cool, enhanced smell an' all, but does it still work in real cold places or is it kind of a pain?"
*He takes it gratefully, stuffing each arm into a sleeve with haste. He bristles at the cold again, giving another shiver before nestling into the sweater.*
yeh, how'd ya reckon that? did the tan give it away? heh heh.
*His tail gives a swish as he starts to ease from his previous shivering.*
anyway, nah, not stationed. more like... housed. 'm more of a mascot than anythin' if 'm bein' honest.
d'ya think they're punishin' you by stickin' ya in the cold? seems harsh, mate...
"Ain't so much the tan than it is the whole getup." No one sane would go naked into the cold. He's not counting Heavy that one time, that man has biological insulation and lived experience- though he supposed even Heavy goes a little crazy when you put him with Sasha.
"Housed? Eh, if it works for you." Scout found it a bit weird, but it wasn't his business to pry. Hopefully the guy's getting paid... or at least, getting free stuff.
"Mann Co.'s a company, not a hate group. They're not punishing me for anything." He shakes his head, "Was an overzealous newbie who had something to find here. By the time I realized I'm not getting it, I'm pretty fond of my team. So, well." He shrugs. "Not like they'd listen to me anyway so I never asked for a move."
He turns back to the Sniper, resisting the urge to pull out a cigarette by pocketing his hands. "What do I call you anyway? And what exactly do you do? No offense meant, just curious." Was he just a lap dog? An attack dog? Search dog? Dog dog?
"I'm not doin' this 'cause you're a princess 'm tryna impress." Scout replies, "Floor's painfully cold and I'm not throwing a good blanket down on it. I ain't sleepin' tonight, M- Ben. No point in doing all that."
The walk lasted a while before they entered BLU base, and Scout points Ben to the phone.
"Over there. Not a fan a' eavesdroppin' so I'll wait here."
Scout nodded, and opened the watchtower door for Ben to follow. He started walking, heading towards a part of the base with no sensitive information in reach... well, the entire base is supposed to be off-limits to anyone outside of BLU, but nobody genuinely cares. It's a Mann Co. employee anyway, and he was supervising.
He doesn't question Saxton's supposed concern. He doesn't care to question if the rich, bloodthirsty man had a heart. Not paid enough to ask questions anyway.
Scout noticed the expressions Ben were making. Perhaps it was an old habit he hadn't quite left behind, trying to read faces before their fists pummeled his. He could tell the other was a little annoyed, then...
"S' a little past midnight, if it matters to ya." He exhales, breath visible among the falling snow. "Might be a little late ta call 'em, but do whatever. Ah, if ya tired, I'll lend ya my room ta sleep in. Bit cramped, but better than the murder couch."
It wasn't like Scout was planning to sleep anyway. He decided to invite Ben in. He's going to get an earful if he doesn't take responsibility AND watch over the guy. Just in case.
