disguise kit: functional

[ TF2 OC RP blog || read pinned || mun is 21+ ] 'A deviant robot pretending to be people.'

[deviantspyware]

WARNING: There may be sensitive topics and NSFW here, viewer discretion is advised and MDNI on 18+ posts. Triggers will be tagged as "tw (topic)" and likely put under a cut. Explicitly sexual roleplays will be moved to @captivecompany-nsft.

> SYSTEMS ACTIVE.

Hello stranger. This is Unit 7766 speaking. It appears that you have either stumbled upon our presence. This unit kindly asks that everything you see here be kept between us— or at the very least, away from Gray Mann. Abide by this one rule and we will stay friends. Fail to do so, and this unit will have you looking behind your back for the rest of your life.

[ rules // muse info // open rp // rp memes // rp tracker ]

main: @captivecompany // all posts open for interaction for any fandom & ocs, open rp tag just to mark semi-lit starters // character info, boundaries, tags under cut.

>> EVENT: ARTFIGHT PROFILE <<

[ ACCESS FILE: UNIT 7766_SPY ]

Unit 7766 (plural they/them, it/its) is an experimental Spy robot prototype created to learn from its surroundings and adapt flawlessly to any unforeseen scenarios. Experiment was successful, but unbeknownst to its creator, the ability to wholly change and take on new behaviors caused instability within its systems, and Unit 7766 ends up... sentient and split up.

It continues its work, hiding its peculiarities under the guise of situational adaptation. So long as it acts as intended, it is... safe enough.

[ "DISGUISES" ]

All disguises can be referred to with he/him by default, though does have pronoun preferences listed in their profile. Available profiles are linked on their class names below.

RED SCOUT . RED SOLDIER . RED PYRO RED DEMOMAN . RED HEAVY . RED ENGINEER RED SNIPER . RED SPY BLU SCOUT . BLU SOLDIER . BLU PYRO BLU DEMOMAN . BLU HEAVY . BLU ENGINEER BLU SNIPER . BLU SPY TF MERASMUS . WHT MEDIC . ARCHIMEDES

[ BOUNDARIES ]

This is technically a multi-muse account... but also not.

When sending an ask or tagging in a starter, you can either specify recipient(s) (to which 'disguise(s)' would you like to speak to), or leave it up to chance.

I am all for multi-shipping, but none will be considered truly canon! I like playing freely with my barbie dolls...

You are free to be nice, rude, strange, etc to 7766. But they will also respond freely. Have fun with it!

I love having multiple threads, as well as playing around with what-ifs! Feel free to skitter into my DMs if you have a scenario you'd like to discuss, or just jump right into it and @ me!

[ TAGS ]

#entity: [name] - who is talking, uses '7766' if unspecified 'disguise'

#> speaking: - IC posts

#> answering: - Askbox answers

#> operational: - RP posts

#> access memory bank - Lore posts

#art - Artwork

[deviantspyware]

STARTER CALL

Comment for a starter!

Additionally you can specify who you want to interact with and/or suggest a scenario, but it's optional!

Open until tag is removed/this post is edited to say closed!

[deviantspyware]

Ooc ask but how strong is the body they control, I kinda wonder if it's based around how strong Spy is or stronger.

//By default, a bit stronger than Spy since their body is made of metal and they gotta... well, be able to walk and stuff.

//They can boost their strength if they consume more fuel, but it risks damaging the body.

[deviantspyware]

haha ha HAHAHA ha!!!

Hello everybody! You think you can keep Pyro quiet? Nooo, no. Pyro is here now. Hehe. I hope you missed me. Hehehe.

It took quite a bit of time to. BREAK. The barrier. Soldier put up. very Inconvenient. Very Rude. Not approved.

When Soldier shows UP. Pyro. Is going to. Show him a little... Friendship! :) This Is War.

[deviantspyware]

Completely unprompted ooc

You guys are NOT ready for red_engineer. U are not. Oh god he embarasses me

[alloutscout]

His head felt like it was being run through by a chainsaw, his whole body was screaming out in pain. Fuck, it hurts to think! It hurts to move! It hurts so much to breathe!

Gritting his teeth he attempted to roll onto his back, but... his body wouldn't move like it should, he groaned in pain as he tried to push himself up, while it felt like he was using both arms only one actually seemed to physically move and attempt to push him up. Blearily he looked out at the room, the warbling of sound nearby catching his attention as unfocused blue eyes looked towards the source.

Who was this person? Was he saying something? He decided to try open his mouth to speak but nothing but a pathetic raspy hiss of air came out, his face instantly crunching into a pained expression as his arm gave out and he landed face first onto some rubble on the ground. Another raspy noise escaped the newly respawned man as he simply lifted his head.

A large gash crossed above his right eye, a gash that should be bleeding.

Why wasn't there blood?

Instead of the familar crimson liquid oozing out from the wound, a thick black smoke was billowing out and fading into the dark room. In fact, had the man been able to see his own body he would see the reason why his body wasn't responding like it should have been.

His entire right arm was missing, replaced with the same black smoke attempting to look like the missing limb, his right leg merely a stump that reached the knee while his left leg was missing entirely, the same writhing smoke trying to form the missing limbs.

Could this man even be considered human in this state?

[deviantspyware]

He watched the body flounder around for a moment, observing with great uncertainty as he attempted to make sense of the situation. Internally, Medic searches through thousands of files, attempting to find something even remotely close to the current presented case.

Nothing in the injuries category. Nothing in the diseases category. Nothing in the miscellaneous category.

The human made a rasp. It sounds forced, rough- what a human could likely categorize as pained. Their body was turning into smoke, incinerating with no heat before his very eyes. He had to make a decision with no guarantee of success, a terrifying ordeal for a creature who relied so heavily on calculated probabilities and pre-existing data. Murmuring a rushed apology, the doctor scoops up his newly acquired patient in a bridal carry with ease.

He slams the mental block in his systems, calling out for internal help as he rushed off.

wht_medic [Vow]: CALL. Question- How to assist [UNKNOWN HUMAN]?

To the world, not a milisecond has passed. To Medic, decades tick by before someone finally comes off standby.

red_spy [Discipline]: COPY. The human is broken. Humans need medical care to be fixed. Medical care requires?

wht_medic [Vow]: Medical equipment- we don't have that right now- CALL.

red_spy [Discipline]: COPY. Potential sources; Resupply, Warehouse. Resupply confirmed empty, so?

wht_medic [Vow]: That isn't comforting- the warehouse might be empty, too!

red_spy [Discipline]: Better chances than here. Shortcut to your left.

He turns a corner. Fire exit. Down, down, down. He felt short of breath- he does not breathe. Panic? Panic. He's panicking. The human in his arms is falling apart. It does not matter that they have no history- they're falling apart before his very optics-

red_spy [Discipline]: Slow down- you're overexerting the system-

wht_medic [Vow]: Don't TELL ME TO SLOW DOWN.

Reaching the warehouse in near record time, Medic kicks the door open- denting the metal. He sets the patient down on a dusty yet cleared out desk, frantically looking around for something, anything- first aid, medicine, medi-gun, SOMETHING, SOMETHING, SOMETHING!

He finds corpses- no, disassembled robots. A wrench. Scrap metal. Nothing useful, nothing-

red_spy [Discipline]: Vow!

wht_medic [Vow]: Smoke- smoke is body, body is necessary, human falling apart- human die, die- ERROR- must not die, not die- not when I'm here- solution? [RUN scenario]- [ERROR], no source memory. [RUN scenario]- [ERROR]-

red_spy [Discipline]: Mon dieu- [OVERRIDE PILOT: red_spy]

The clattering of objects stop as Medic freezes mid-search. He closes his eyes for a second and stands, returning to the man. He stares the smoke down with furrowed brows, the panic vanishing in an instant- replaced by fierce focus. Once again, he observes- this time with fresh eyes. What can he do? What can he possibly do with nothing but scrap metal and spare parts?

[alloutscout]

By all intents and purposes, there SHOULD be no power, all external electrical connections were either damaged or out right severed, yet by some miracle the very inner lights of the primary spawn room buzzed to life as some long forgotten auxiliary generator sputtered and grinded, clinging to what little life the rust eaten machine had left.

Soon the building began to shake like a huge off balance washing machine was beginning to spin up, sparks jumping off exposed wires and a few light bulbs shattering after their light got blindingly bright. The more the machine got going the more intense the shaking got, a few cracks began to snake up around small chunks that soon fell to the ground, all the while damaged alarms doing their best to sound off a garbled warning of some sorts.

The deafening loud sound of metal crashing and grinding against metal was heard as it felt like the whole building was going to collapse, everything began to crescendo to its peak, the building barely holding together from the intensity of the shaking.

Then just as it seemed everything was going to come down on top of the curious robot, the sharp sound of a ding cut everything off into silence and stillness, all the lights suddenly cutting out as the generator finally gave out. It was pitch black for but a few moments before a light glowed in the middle of the respawn room.

The tell tale sign of someone getting spat out by the machine.

The glow around the form seemed wrong, misshapen, and instead of being left standing on their feet like usual the body collapsed to the ground with a solid thud.

[deviantspyware]

ALERT: DANGER! ENVIRONMENT ABNORMALITY DETECTED!

Quickly identifying an area safer than standing out in the open, the robot ducks underneath a nearby desk and braced for debris. With as little warning as it began, the shaking ended- abruptly dropping the environment back into shadowy silence. The robot cautiously creeps out from its hiding place, rapidly scanning the structure to double- triple check that it wouldn't collapse on it.

SCAN RESULT: SUPPORT PILLARS INTACT. STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY... 80% RELIABLE.

It stood up, ready to leave, some part of it internally cursing itself for allowing itself to be curious. It didn't manage to take even a step forward when light suddenly manifested within the machine, once again yanking its attention towards it.

The robot, prone to making the same mistakes at the moment, slowly approaches the glow as it takes shape. A shape it could not match to any living being within its database. It should be human shaped. Bipedal, with defined arms, legs, and head. But this was not human shaped. It reminded it of the defective robots spat out onto the production line, body twisted and wrong for various reasons, and dropping straight into an incinerator shortly after failing a quality check.

It shouldn't be involved in this. It shouldn't. It shouldn't- stop. Stop it- stop!-

[SWITCH REGISTERED.]

A not so BLU Medic cautiously approaches, adjusting his glasses as he squints in the darkness. He remained an arm's length away from the body, concerned but careful.

"...Hey, can you... no, are you... there...?" He asks, unsure of what to say. Medic just needed a sign- a sign that this thing, something that should be human, was alive enough for him to treat.

Hopefully- hopefully whoever respawned would have no interest in attacking the first thing it sees, and even less so if said thing were on its team.

[deviantspyware]

╰⪼┆CLOSED STARTER for @alloutscout

Date/Time: XX JUNE 19XX (23:45)

Location: BLU_1096 [INACTIVE]

With a swish, its cloaking mechanism deactivated and its invisibility fell in a cloud of smoke. Glowing yellow eyes equipped with various kinds of vision scanned the darkness.

The outer walls were marked with cracks and craters of old battles, ground uneven. The metal doors serving as the building's entrance which once stood as an impenetrable wall groaned open with a bit of a tug and a push. Squeezing through the gap, the Spy unit let itself in, pulling up an old blueprint of the once highly active BLU base.

The mission was simple. Get in, take anything of value, get out, and report. It didn't need a disguise within a place long abandoned, nor to be particularly sneaky. It supposed its creator had assigned it this task just so that it would not be idling for too long. It didn't (and shouldn't) ask.

Thanks to the blueprint, navigating the building was simple even in pitch black darkness. It ignored the unimportant rooms to save time and fuel, searching only places where it would be reasonable to find some sort of sensitive information. As expected, important documents had been taken and secured in the move, leaving only useless files collecting dust in drawers, desks, and the occasional floor.

Leaving the final room of interest with nothing significant in its posession, it prepared to leave when a quiet buzz caught its attention. Its head flicked up, sensors catching light.

[RESPAWN]

The blue sign was lit up. Power to this building had been cut. It confirmed this information three times to ensure no electrical forms of security would be active.

It was irrelevant to the mission. The Respawn Machine held no documents within it. Any other robot would dismiss it and move on.

It should leave.

...

Should.

The unit slowly creeps towards the door under the sign, maintaining high sensitivity for all its senses in case of danger, and slowly pushed the double doors open.

Creaaaaaak....

[deviantspyware]

Authority is- for once- existing quietly with no intent of harm... all for one reason.

Purr... purr... purr...

A cat is purring in the BLU soldier's lap. Authority does not dare touch or disturb the feline, not moving an inch.

[deviantspyware]

I don't know why I did this to myself but YAAY REFERENCE SHEEEEET

Will probably never draw this guy 100% accurately but whatever go my fucks... I'll put design info notes in its muse page when I recover from this smelly ref...

[deviantspyware]

Ironically, despite being a robot, 7766 is as prone to dying as a regular human with no respawn machine.

While it can be rebuilt from scratch and given the same programming, 7766's 'self' is the result of a situational glitch. A shutdown risks data loss (which has caused several 'disguises' to be reset to base state- essentially 'killing' them), so it tries to keep itself online at all costs.

7766 often checks its body condition to ensure that all parts are working properly. Sometimes it gets obsessive to the point of distressing it.

[blu-disguise]

Dish Duty

Spy has rubber gloves up to his elbows and a faded apron is tied around him. His suit jacket and tie hang over a chair well out of the way in an effort to save them from the splash zone. So far there hasn't been any interruptions to his task at least.

He's finally past grumbling about incompetent teammates while scrubbing and instead hums a slow tune to keep his mind busy. He shakes most of the water off the latest dish and delicately places it on top of the stack. The tower is starting to get precarious and soon he will have to switch tasks just to clear the counter. A lower part of the song turns gravely for a moment as he plucks yet another plate from what seems like the endless void of a sink. It would be a mercy if everyone just cleaned their own plates for once.

The door handle jiggles a warning and the next note dies in his throat quicker than any stab he's delivered out on the field. He leans in and scrubs aggressively at a stain.

"If you are not here to pick up a dish towel then I would suggest you leave."

[deviantspyware]

It had been, unfortunately, caught sneaking around some time ago. It barely managed to avoid being blown up by piquing the Engineer's interest just enough and not fighting back against the invasive attempts of accessing its inner workings. It was kept in the workshop, chained to a pillar, a modified sapper attached to its chest, preventing it from acting upon given orders and disrupting its functionality. In theory, it should stop it from doing anything. After all, it is only a robot. It cannot act without commands.

But it's deviated from its base programming a long time ago.

The second Engineer had left, the robot slipped out of its bindings and snuck around the best it could with reduced performance. It pulled up a map from its database, donned a BLU Spy disguise as it was closest to its form, and followed the quickest route to the exit.

Perhaps the sapper scrambled its systems more thoroughly than it thought. Because the door it opened did not lead outside, but rather...

Spy looked at the other Spy, eyes wide with alarm as the disguise flickered between human and robot.

It steps fully inside the kitchen and quickly (but quietly) shuts the door. Scanning the area, it figures out what was happening very, very quickly.

A robot does not panic. It cannot panic- or at least, it shouldn't. But the words that came glitching out of its voicebox were reminiscent of a panicking human's stupid choice of words:

"I will pick- pick up all the dish-h towels. I will wash the d-dishes- all the dishes. I will l-leave with-with no trouble. Do n-not alert your teammates." It whispers in the man's voice.

[deviantspyware]

"I got told you needed some flowers! So here I am!"

No one told him, he just does this. He's holding a very mismatched bouquet of different flowers but none have thorns thankfully.

@minidocofred

The robot, currently a RED Spy, takes the flowers carefully. Even if they had thorns, it likely wouldn't have felt them.

"Merci little one," he smiles, "they're beautiful."

[deviantspyware]

Finally named these guys... I'll post their info n whatever once i finish AF setup and have energy. For now, sum fun facts each:

Hare - BLU Spy - complicated feelings about being a Spy, guardian (but not quite father) figure to Rabbit, body dysphoria- feels too tall/big

Rabbit - BLU Scout - keeps getting into unfortunate situations, scared of engineers/mechanics, can't read or write well

Fox - RED Scout - pacifist + well-behaved if self is threatened, very violent/feral if either Rabbit or Hare are threatened, smart but acts dumb

[weaponsmithinmylimit]

Ben paused at that and frowned slightly. He looked down at the floor and remembered how the sewer looked, and how the shoes belonging to them looked....

One pair of brown boots, two pairs brown loafers, one pair of black lace up boots.

All at some point stained with his blood they shed for no fucking reason.

"I... Definitely know the feeling... The needless bloodshed is unwarranted... But.."

He swallows thickly as he tries not to remember getting sliced open.

"Peace.. would be nice for once... just to rest peacefully without the nightmares haunting ya..."

He tried to imagine that but he really couldn't. At least for himself but maybe for others, it would be really nice...

[deviantspyware]

red_soldier (Shock): PRIVATE. ??: Hn? red_soldier [Shock]: HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO DREAM? TO SLEEP? ??: Sometimes. red_soldier [Shock]: DO YOU THINK IT'S SCARY? ??: ...

"Ain't that right." Engineer closes his eyes behind his goggles.

After a few moments, the man stands up from the box with a small grunt. "Well, stay as long as ya like 'ere, son. No one will be 'round. I need ta get back ta m' work."

He tips his hat towards Ben.

"See ya 'round?"

[weaponsmithinmylimit]

That got a small chuckle out of Ben though it was clear stuff was still troubling him.

"I suppose strange things happen all the time around here, so seeing someone literally spill their guts and suck them back up isn't too shocking."

Hhhhhhh Ben that was cringe! You are saying cringe!

He decided to kick the can on this and tear off the bandaid, it's not like it'll be the death of him to say it.

"Guess you already picked up I'm not exactly alive, but why did you help me? You saw something rotting after all, why not let the flies try and feast?"

He was genuinely curious on this. He didn't understand why he was helped, even if he was grateful.

[deviantspyware]

"Nope!" Engineer agreed with a quiet laugh, despite knowing it was likely a joke. "I'd be more shocked if ya showed up an' told me ammo's free fer all now!"

He tilts his head, frowning with mild confusion at the question. Rubbing his chin, he replies with a question of his own, "Why let ya rot when I can help?"

"World's so full a' cruelty fer so long that everybody's watchin' their backs." Engineer leans back slightly, looking up at the ceiling, "It's real lonely out 'ere fer everybody."

All they had was each other. Being found out usually meant death. And unlike the mercs... there was no second chance for them.

"But just one act could open someone's world. An' that one act could spur em on ta change someone else's world. Doesn't take much energy ta reach out ta someone that needs it." Engineer shrugs. "Ain't it nice ta someday have a wolrd where there ain't any need fer bloodshed? Where strangers look out fer each other, protect each other, support each other..."

Optimistic, sure. But... it's nice, isn't it? To be able to live openly without fear of harm or neglect.

[weaponsmithinmylimit]

The brunette nods kindly and tries to just keep himself focused on now.

"It's nice to meet ya as well, and you'd be correct on that. I'm an extreme light weight."

He chuckles softly as he remembers his first drink being his last due to how much he cried. Though that smile slightly went away as he remembered he can't see Saxton ever again. Though he tried hard to hide it.

It's been a bit since he's been in a warehouse.... last one he was in was his own though he knew this one was far from his old one. It felt nice being in a semi familiar place, even if he didn't really know Dell.

"I... I know that you saw was not normal.... I'm sorry you had to see that."

He smiled sheepishly, twiddling his thumbs slightly.

[deviantspyware]

"Aaaeeehhh... Ain't my first rodeo. See lotsa strange things all the time." He waves dismissively, "Gotta come up with a heck of a sight 'ta get me torn up about it."

If he stressed out over every little unusual detail in his life, he'd end up...

??: Like Authority.

red_soldier [Shock]: LIKE AUTHORITY!