Engineerlydidit

Got so far before you had to rebuild it all. [RP/Ask blog for a TF2 RED Engineer original character. Potential NSFW, will be tagged appropriately]

[engineerlydidit]

[[your fancy degrees do not translate into kitchen competency]]

[spies-never-compromise-blog]

"Hah, I appreciate that," Berezi snorted when he offered to not give up smoking for her sake. She didn’t care all that much if he made it up or not, and she understood that not everyone was as devote as she. And even she was not all that devote, only going to church during holidays and when she’d felt she’d done something incredibly horrible.

"I was not, unfortunately," more like becoming un Hermana, “And you do not need to make eet up eef eet does not make you feel very guilty. Ees that not what they do eef you mess up?”

Berezi looked up at the sky for a long moment, listening to him speak. When he moved closer, she blinked, looking back at the Engineer. It was strangely…. for lack of a better word, intimate, directly sharing smoke like this. Her cheeks flushed, but she hoped the man wouldn’t notice.

"I suppose that does make sense…. English really ees something.” Where he came to learn more and actually work at something, she’d come to hide and utilize the skills she already had. She couldn’t do much outside the Industries, it seemed, though he certainly could. She wouldn’t voice that, however.

[engineerlydidit]

He clucked slightly at Marko's counter, shrugging a little as he brought the cigarette back to his mouth. "I do feel guilty- something about how much of God my family celebrates, it would feel wrong not to do the hard parts too. It brings appreciation for what we have." It set in his mind to choose something and make up the time for it- especially after he had filled most of their time in the kitchen talking of indulgent foods he wanted to try get his hands on for things like Christmas. Careful to keep the cigarette away from his face, the Engineer rubbed his beard as he thought on it, glancing back towards his smaller companion with a slight grin as the Spy seemed to think on his observation. Unfortunately, there was just enough lighting to light the tinge in Marko's skin and catch the shied glance in his eyes.

There  was an impression he was starting to form about the other man- subtleties pointing him towards something Miguel didn't quite have his finger on yet. He put his back against the wall and breathed out the smoke between them again, line of sight shifted above Marko's head as to not outright sure as he thought. The Engineer was certain it had been Marko who ambushed him in the kitchen... "Oh yeah- did it help any to disable BLU sentries this week? After I showed you how they were put together?" He perked up and turned the conversation instead. This early on, some lines of questioning were better unconsidered in the first place.

[engineerlydidit]

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[astrodidact]

Because nothing quite says, “I want to screw you for the rest of my life”, like the new Engineer’s Wedding Ring from Fales. And for that special lady, this will be her way of saying, “I’ve got your nuts, forever”.

[engineerlydidit]

[[your fancy degrees do not translate into kitchen competency]]

[spies-never-compromise-blog]

Berezi’s lips pursed in a teasing ‘o’, brows raising in response. So he was also Catholic. Maybe a little less stringent than she was, but it was an interesting fact to know. Where she most likely should have been upset that a fellow Catholic had forgotten such an important time, she decided it wasn’t exactly worth it. She tsked, shaking a finger.

"As she should! You should be ashamed of yourself for forgetting," she poked him in the chest, though not especially hard, before crossing her arms over her chest. She shrugged.

"I brought religion because eet was one of the only things I could bring. Eet ees a little bit of ‘ome. Like the sopaipillas are for you."

She was quiet for a long moment, wondering if she’d said too much. She didn’t talk about home very often because she didn’t like to. There weren’t many good memories there, only strife and death and leering faces, but it had been the only life she’d known. Things were so different here, maybe she wanted a little more normality in her life.

She followed after the Engineer absent-mindedly as he moved outside to light a cigarette, leaning silently against the wall and looking up at the sky. She probably should have said something, but she couldn’t think of what there was to say. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and relaxing, before opening them again.

"I keep the ‘abit because eet gives me and excuse to step out like thees. Just enjoy the quiet for some time before going back eento the crazy."

[engineerlydidit]

The expressions were what had Miguel laughing more than anything- surprised  for the reserved man to emote playfully at all. He ducked his head and held up a hand over it like he anticipated a swat, cringing jokingly. "Ayy, I am ashamed! I'll think of something and make up the time- though I'll be kind and not choose smoking." He laughed, making a show of rubbing the point on his chest- 'properly chastised'. "Don't tell me you were going to be a Padre and I won't get away with this." Though the Spy leaned back he took a few more steps out into the night as lit the cigarette, stretching out his back and shoulders before he drew near enough to share the smoke. "Mm, that is a good reason as well- though sitting and working is very much a distraction for me, too. To think and explore what I know and such." He shrugged, trailing off as he breathed in and let the smoke linger for a moment. "Everything is a distraction of sorts though, no? Being here at all is a distraction, even if I am still engineering. That is why they're called 'occupations'." He mused with half a smirk, not minding that they trailed off into quiet as he stared out.

[engineerlydidit]

Life will expire before tea-time [[rp with Voodoosnipes]]

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"Hmm." Seemingly thinking about it, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Well, well, well. An Engineer that seemed rather easy-going. A pleasant change from the more trigger happy ones. "I suppose you are right in making such assumptions. Granted, I could have been drinking tea because I felt like it." Even though she was tired and wanted something sweet before going back to bed. Running a hand over her face, thumb resting underneath an eye, a soft sigh emitted from her. "Do I really look tired?" Perhaps she was. But her determination, a.k.a. stubbornness according some people, got her out of bed and currently putting her dried tea mixture in a cup she acquired.

Well, this was different. Someone from South America. There wasn’t a lot that she heard about the continent. Except that it was the perfect location for her if she wanted to be hot everyday. Of course, she wouldn’t mention something like this to the man. It could be deemed as rude.

"La means ‘no’ in Swahili." She said, pouring the boiling water over the mixture, releasing a pleasant perform of flora in the air. "Would speak French, but am afraid that it is a mixture between Louisianian and African French. Would feel like I am butchering the language." 

Speaking of butchering, it seemed like her manners wanted to crawl away for a moment before they were reeled in, a small look of shock covering her face. “Ala! I am being rude. Have not introduced myself. I am Nashita.” She said, holding a wrapped arm towards the man. 

[engineerlydidit]

Miguel nodded his head a long with a palms-up shrug of surrender. "Indeed I could have been wrong. We can only guess so much from a person." He smiled warmly, before his eyebrows jumped and he waved his hands to the negative. "Ah, no- not like that. I mean a little, but not in the sense to insult you. You look like you have an energetic nature, but tonight like a cup of tea and some comforts would feel best." The Engineer chuckled and dropped his hands, letting her take the kettle first with no complaints.

"My assumptions getting the better of my words, again." He took a moment to try and come up with a mental recall of both accents, though he fell short and became distracted by the introduction. "A pleasure, Nashita. Either way, I think your accent is lovely, i'm sure either language would be just as nice as your English." Miguel grinned as he took her hand for a brief shake.

The bandages caught his attention for only a moment, surprised to see many injuries not taken care of by the technology available to them.. but he did not linger on them, instead letting his comments slide with a warm smile and taking up the kettle to pour into his own cup next. She was clearly up and about and doing well enough- the idea of a stranger nosing into such things didn't appeal to his habits. "Have you been away from home for long? I am still adapting, myself." He ventured instead, stirring his drink and waiting for it to cool as he glance back across to the Sniper.

[engineerlydidit]

[[your fancy degrees do not translate into kitchen competency]]

[spies-never-compromise-blog]

The Spy’s mouth twitched, and she found herself almost smiling at his words. At least he was understanding and didn’t take her refusal as an insult, as she’d feared. She did as he’d suggested and stole a few doughnuts, putting them on a plate and wrapping them in case her stomach decided to cooperate later. She was silent for a long moment, watching him.

"I am sure they will disappear soon enough," she mumbled, eyes following him to the sink. Should she offer to assist him? Was there room for her to assist him? She held her hands up, as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them. She still had flour on her vest, face, and gloves, should she wash that off? He had a lot more flour on him than she did. She should point that out.

But she didn’t.

"I gave up cigarettes for Lent," she stated, almost regretfully, "But I theenk the second’and smoke would do me well. I ‘ave been fairly… moody, lately."

That offer meant that he was still keen on being around her, which was a bit puzzling, but he’d seemed to enjoy her company so far. He was far too friendly and understanding for his own good, there had to be some sort of catch. She supposed he couldn’t be like this all the time, but what was he like when she wasn’t around?

[engineerlydidit]

Miguel was setting the last bowl upside down to dry when the Spy turned half his offer down, eyebrows going up and a laughing cringe crossed his face. "Mierda- Lent. My mother would kick my ass, I forgot this year." He grinned past his apparent guilt, shaking off the water from his hands and wiping the leftover suds on his pants along with the flour he didn't seem too aware of. "But i've already smoked and swore this month, can't say I was giving up either of those..Ah well. You went brought more religion with you here than me, clearly." He shrugged, and reclaimed his bowl of food to finish eating. He still looked amused in his good-natured way around the mouthful of food, giving his nod of approval for Marko's compromise anyway. "Mostly the reason I smoke- it helps to go through the things in my mind. And since I usually like to think i'm on top of things, I don't think it's too bad to not quit the habit." He justified, accentuating his thoughts by sparing a few fingers around his fork to rub his beard. "Otherwise I guess just keeping your mind on other things." He shrugged again, deciding to trail off there rather than offer more advice on what was not explicitly asked for. He doubted Marko was the type to seek the council of even close friends, if he had any, so the Engineer thought it more tactful simply not to ask. Soon he was cleaning out his bowl and utensil with the better half of his last donut in his mouth, stacking dishes aside and nodding for the door so they could head outside and Miguel could light up.

[engineerlydidit]

[[Sorry for the brief disappearance! I was housesitting and coffee got knocked onto my laptop so I was out of a computer for a few days! Ayy that wasn't exciting but it's running for now and I am home again. Otherwise any other delays in responses will be because of University but I should be pretty on top of it for now! ]]

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[transylvanianturncoat]

Making his way past with a huge armful of scrap metals and parts, when a piece falls to the ground in front of the Spy. He cranes his head to stare at it- clear that if he stooped in any way he would lose the whole pile- so instead he grinned hopefully at the Spy. "Do you mind grabbing that for me, please?"

Reynard considered continuing his walk and ignoring the request entirely. Probably the only thing that worked in his favour was the pleasant few days the Spy had just had, and the colour of his shirt. Though he didn’t return the pleasantries of the smile, he did bend down to pick it up, looking it over skeptically and then back to the Engineer. 

"And for what reason, exactly, is it you are carrying zhis all around base?"

[engineerlydidit]

So far the lack of enthusiasm from other teammates hadn't dimmed his own, mouth set still in a friendly curl as he turned to offer up a space for the part to be wedged under his arm. "Because it saves me time building if I use scraps from the fights. No need to be wasteful, no? Just like making use of spare hands is resourceful." He shot another grin at the Spy holding the part. "Thanks for saving me the trip back."

[engineerlydidit]

[[your fancy degrees do not translate into kitchen competency]]

[spies-never-compromise-blog]

Berezi’s eyes remained on the Engineer as she nibbled. Evidently he was thinking her words over, and remembering those he’d already met. No doubt he’d met a splice already, but that was simply the tip of the iceberg. She wouldn’t recount the vampires, ghosts, werewolves, or bear men. He’d figure it out soon enough.

She paused when he noted her reluctance to eat. No, it wasn’t too sweet. In fact, were something not wrong with her, she most likely would have enjoyed the taste and eaten far more than Miguel. But something just didn’t sit right in her stomach. She didn’t want to make him feel as if he’d done a bad job - for all her teasing, he’d done far better than she could have dreamed - but she simply couldn’t stomach it.

"I am just…. not ‘ungry right now," she murmured, doing her best to take a bigger bite and finding her guts churning in disagreement, "Eet ees very good, but I just… cannot stomach a lot."

She glanced down at her feet, knowing she’d at least been truthful. She was fairly envious of him, moreso than before, now that she’d realized even more was wrong with her than she’d thought. She lifted her gaze to watch him rifle through the kitchen, evidently for a way to store the leftovers.

"So long as there ees some sort of sugar on them, our Scout will most likely eat all of them. I can assure that."

[engineerlydidit]

The reasoning took a moment for the Engineer to register, before he raised an eyebrow at the Spy with a wry smile. "Well then, you had better hide yourself some. Trust me, there is no point to eating more than you can fit just because it tastes good. It is /not/ as delicious the second time around." Miguel laughed, though he chewed at some of the dry skin on his lower lip. If Marko wasn't hungry, had he stayed to help just out of the desire for company, then? It seemed as though he did want to be friends after all, stoic mannerisms aside. Despite the assurances he found some foil to cover the plate anyway- after serving himself the few left soaking in the pot. The leftover treacle was then put into a bowl and covered as well, stacked beside the donuts. "We will see how they go, but feel free to help yourself if there are any left over." Miguel encouraged and left his bowl to one side as he brought the rest of his used dishes and implements to the sink- the idea of leaving them unwashed far too inconsiderate for him. "Want to go smoke when i'm done eating, then? I doubt I will get up to anything interesting in the shop tonight- the tail end of a few bits and pieces." He was assuming that Marko meant to hang out with him now, but there was still a question in his inflection for it to be disputed.

[wasteland-sniper-blog]

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[wasteland-sniper-blog]

Yeah, guess yer right. Be kinda pointless if I went an’ got myself killed ‘round here anyway. 

*Eugene kicked the dirt a little, looking down at his boots. But upon hearing Miguel’s second comment, he looked up wit ha smile.*

Thanks, mate. Means a lot to know I have someone who I can trust ‘round here. 

[engineerlydidit]

"Someone you can trust not to throw you 'under the bus' for no good reason', at least- but that aside your business is your own." He held up his hands with a grin, mildly amused. "Try not to drag me into anything unpleasant and we should get along fine."

[engineerlydidit]

Life will expire before tea-time [[rp with Voodoosnipes]]

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"Not so much as being second option for settling down. Just like to drink tea whenever I want. Just have not been able to fix my own tea for a while." She did, however, chuckle. "Was I really that easy to determine which beverage I was coming to get?" Most people who knew the Sniper knew she was a tea drinker. That was a given. Another was her attitude towards people doing something for her that she was capable of doing. Not that there was ranting and ravings going on, minding you knew she didn’t go that route. Just a slight huff as she walked further in the kitchen. "La. I mean, no, I do not have a favorite cup good sir."

So, obviously, the man was cheeking her out. Nothing wrong there since everyone didn’t know each other instantly. Rather temporary or permanent stay on base, people could still miss each other. Which could say something for the Sniper as Miguel spoke. “I am Nashita.” There was a slight frown on her face before she had answered. It had to do with the few words he said before his name. There were quite a few languages she could somewhat distinguish when people spoke. However, this wasn’t the case this time. ”I…am afraid that I do not know language you used. Would I be offending if I asked what it was?”

[engineerlydidit]

He laughed a little and held his palms up with a shrug. "Well, with two options I had as much chance being wrong, since it's hard to assume with certainty when you don't have a cup of either in your hands." The Engineer chuckled and picked up any of the mugs from the drying rack to rub a tea towel over. "You look perhaps a little tired though, or at the least very comfortable. So I guessed tea." Her accent and variations between English had the same question on his lips, grinning when she beat him to it.

"Not offensive at all, I hope, since I was about to ask you the same. Spanish is my first language, and I have not had to speak English so consistently before leaving Chile. It slips in sometimes. For you though- 'la' means 'no' in what language?"

He glanced away long enough to prepare his cup for coffee, waiting only for the water, and set the pot of sugar between them on the counter though he had not used it. Perhaps she did though, so he moved it within reach.

[wasteland-sniper-blog]

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[wasteland-sniper-blog]

engineerlydidit:

Nah…I uh…got rid of it.

*He seemed uncomfortable, but allowed himself to smile a little upon hearing Miguel’s last comment. 

S’good idea. I’m not really supposed to be…uh…out, I guess. Kinda goes against the whole idea’a goin’ AWOL. 

[engineerlydidit]

The Engineer shrugged, raising an eyebrow. "No, I wouldn't imagine- somewhat contradictory. But even beyond that, I would not hang around here without that chip in you anyway. Lots of guns being swung around half the time."

He gave the ex-Sniper a curious look before he set another wry smile in place. "But I am fine to say I have not met you, if anyone were to ask me for some reason, Eugene."

[wasteland-sniper-blog]

+ engineerlydidit

Hardhat, huh? Well, s’nice to meet yer acquaintance…I guess. 

[engineerlydidit]

"Ahh, don’t force yourself too hard there." He grins anyway, sticking out a hand for a proper introduction. "Miguel. And don’t worry, if you are the kind of Sniper to make roost in high places I highly doubt we will get in each other’s way."

[wasteland-sniper-blog]

Right then Miguel, I’m Eugene. An’…uh…I don’ think there’ll be much problem with that…I don’t exactly work for RED anymore… *He rubbed the back of his neck and offered the Engie his free hand, a bit hesitant to do so. He didn’t want to be turned in for going AWOL.  

[engineerlydidit]

He gave the Sniper's hand a brief shake before letting him go again, raising an eyebrow. "Oh. Are you still in the respawn system?" He was curious, but not too concerned if this guy wasn't around to start trouble with members of both or either teams for the sake of it. "I guess we can keep it the usual Sniper way, 'I didn't see you in the first place'."

[wasteland-sniper-blog]

+ engineerlydidit

Hardhat, huh? Well, s’nice to meet yer acquaintance…I guess. 

[engineerlydidit]

"Ahh, don't force yourself too hard there." He grins anyway, sticking out a hand for a proper introduction. "Miguel. And don't worry, if you are the kind of Sniper to make roost in high places I highly doubt we will get in each other's way."

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[engineerlydidit]

Life will expire before tea-time [[rp with Voodoosnipes]]

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This wasn’t working.

There was simply no way certain people expected her to just rest in one spot for a long time. More or less for weeks on end. That just wasn’t happening. True, she could rest on one of the sofas in the rec room, but not for long. And her trip to Double Cross obtained a major scolding from two Medics and a sometimes overbearing bear. Oh, how Nashita didn’t want to go through that again. But no one, absolutely no one, was going to keep her from her floral tea!

While not as quiet as a Spy sneaking about, she could normally walk silently enough to scare people if they didn’t pay attention to their environment. However the tap…..tap…..tap sound of the cane was a dead giveaway of someone coming. Once crossing into the kitchen, there was a slight surprise to see someone there with a kettle on.

"I see I am not the only one who needed hot beverage." The tone, albeit tired, was soft in the chuckle. The attire of sweats, white long-sleeved undershirt and red shirt should’ve been enough to know this wasn’t an on duty Sniper to the man.

[engineerlydidit]

His head was already up and curious to see who would come around into his line of sight when he spotted the bundled up woman, the neutral smile on his face lifting slightly for a friendly greeting.

"Hah yes, it is the time of night you use it to commit, hm? Coffee to stay up and tea to settle down." Immediately the Engineer took the kettle off the burner to add more water despite the progress to heating up his own serve must have had. "And you look like the second option. I just cleaned everything, do you have a favourite cup?" The Engineer only looked over her briefly, the way one did simply to commit a new person to memory. They had not met, though that in itself wasn't an impressive feat, but even without the full uniform it wasn't hard to guess her class- the bright red button-downs only went to Engineers and Snipers, after all. He stepped aside slightly to give her more space in the kitchen however, he didn't know her or how she liked her drink to offer. "Yo soy Miguel- and you?"