Right behind you.

RP blog for the Team Fortress 2 Original/1850s BLU Spy | Selective | Penned by Woody.

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There is a story here…

It involves them stealing some sort of intelligence from a town, hijacking a train, getting stranded in the desert, and getting chase by bandits as they try to reach the administrator with the intelligence they’ve stolen. 

That’s all I got.  

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“Please don’t tell me the feud between our Engineer and the Conaghers goes on three generations later.”

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#Same

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// The temptation to revive this blog is strong all of a sudden. 

You know, on top of my four-five other blogs.

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                                  If we lay a strong enough foundation                                              We’ll pass it onto you.                                   

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Which Shakespeare archetype are you?

Tagged by @originally-eccentric​

The girl who’s constantly disguising herself as a boy for one reason or another

I don’t know anything about you or your life, but I know that you will, at some point, see fit to disguise yourself as a boy. You will do this by wearing a hat or an overcoat, and everyone will be 100% deceived. See Viola from Twelfth Night, Portia from The Merchant of Venice, and Rosalind from As You Like It. Whether you are disguised as a man for all of the play or just some of the play depends entirely on if you are a shipwrecked twin, a rich heiress saving the day, or the beautiful daughter of an exiled duke.

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it - just posting this in preparation for my rp comeback tomorrow, this week has been very busy but damn, muse at its peak!

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Hiatus notice: 01/04 - 08/04

As the title indicates, I’m leaving tomorrow for a week; going hiking among volcanos. This week has been pretty hectic so I couldn’t get to threads as I wanted to, but I’m happy to get this week off the internet to recharge and come back in a better state of mind! Apologies again to my rp partners I force to wait again (looking at you specifically @hammer-fall I haven’t forgotten you!), if you still want to rp with me by the time I get back, I love you, and we need to plot when I get home. See you next week!

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Hiatus notice: 01/04 - 08/04

As the title indicates, I’m leaving tomorrow for a week; going hiking among volcanos. This week has been pretty hectic so I couldn’t get to threads as I wanted to, but I’m happy to get this week off the internet to recharge and come back in a better state of mind! Apologies again to my rp partners I force to wait again (looking at you specifically @hammer-fall I haven’t forgotten you!), if you still want to rp with me by the time I get back, I love you, and we need to plot when I get home. See you next week!

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“You clearly weren’t expecting me.”

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“I cannot say I was.” The words passed his lips before he had fully thought them through - a rare occurence for the usually careful and collected Spy, but if seeing a young woman appear out of thin air right before him was not good enough of an excuse to lose his composure for a brief second? He didn’t know what was. A doubtful glint lit up his dark gaze for a short moment, piercing irises fixed on the intruder as he swiftly drew a knife from the folds of his zhiduo. 

It wasn’t just the magical and sudden apparition. Nothing in this woman looked familiar - not her clothes, not her demeanour, nothing. Her green eyes, half-concealed behind the glasses perched on her nose, were what Jesse was paying attention to. Well. That, and her rather curious sense of fashion.

“I do not have a habit of repeating myself, so please cooperate.” He articulated. The knife rested securely in his hand - ready to be thrown or switched to stabbing position if necessity arose. “The sooner you tell me everything, the sooner we both go our separate ways. Who are you, how did you get here, what do you want - I’m sure you don’t even need a list.” He sighed. And here he thought he could finally enjoy a quiet day off. How mistaken he had been. 

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Leaning against the wall of their base, a glass of whiskey in each hand, Tobias should have looked rather relaxed. It was a pleasant evening, the beginning of a sunset already licking at the horizon in bright Crimson and deep violet hues. However, Tobias held a tight jaw and tighter eyes - obvious annoyance.

“Here,” he answered, and extended one glass of amber liquid, taking a sip of his own. God knows he needed it. “You’ve been gone just over two weeks, Jesse. Of course something interesting has happened - something is always happening here.”

Stiff shoulders were rolled, annoyed expression darkening still when Tobias motioned over to where his workshop sat- or rather, where it used to sit. Now all that remained was smoking rubble and the smashed remains of various machines. “The Demo. The other one. He thought it would be amusing to test out one of his newest creations on my space - no doubt the stupid invention was the work of that other Engineer. Damn him.”

Who else would suggest a timed stick of dynamite? Who else would want to sabotage Tobias’ workshop and all his products? “It blew up everything. I only just managed to salvage a few precious parts - thank God I had them locked in a safe. So yes, something interesting has indeed happened.”

Eyebrow arching, the Spy did not object or comment as his gloved fingers closed on the glass that was handed to him. Noticing Tobias’ closed and clearly annoyed expression, he started to wonder what could have put the good Engineer in such a bad mood. Not that he wasn’t easy to frustrate; but Tobias was not the kind to give in to anger for no reason. Taking a sip from his whisky, Jesse chose to wait for im to spill the beans.

Turning to look at the disaster, even he could not repress a grimace at the sorry sight of the ruins. Not only did that explain Tobias’ mood; the destruction of his workshop wasn’t exactly good news for the BLU team as a whole. The man had his eccentricities, but denying how useful his inventions were would have been pure bad faith or straight up lies. 

“Oh.” He simply replied, before taking another sip of his drink. “Not quite the kind of interesting I was hoping for. Sorry for your loss.” There was nothing left but rubble, dust and burnt wood. The RED Demoman had done quite a remarkable job, he could at least give him that. “If that’s of any comfort, I’m sure we can work out some kind of retribution. Wouldn’t be fair if he was having all the fun at our expense.” 

He could come up with a few tricks to get the enemy Demoman to pay for the destruction of Tobias’ workshop - imagination was not something he or his teammates lacked. “How long ‘til your equipment is replaced? Does Mann know about this?” He asked, eyes drifting back to Tobias.

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Abraham Lincoln was sitting across the Spy mindlessly and meticulously working on his flamethrower. Heh, this was something he’d never thought he’d be doing. He was born to a good family, mostly self taught himself in the art of law and politics and was soon the sixteenth President and leading the Union army to victory. And never once in his life, not even for a split second had he ever thought of violence such as this job- he always believed in mercy, violence never solved anything. But now he doesn’t know a world without violence.

He stopped briefly to look at the other man when he spoke. Ah yes, the very thing that changed everything he was and what he believed. “How did I do it?” he repeated. He shrugged and went back to his flamethrower. “Do I really look like I’m capable of pulling something like that off? Obviously I had help. A man- an engineer, Radigan Conagher built some useful inventions to help me in my escape with death.” Although one could consider it luck. If not for Radigan and his inventions he’d be dead. “Heh, it must be dumb luck, I suppose. I never thought I’d lead the Union Army to victory- I question every order I made, hoping I didn’t make the wrong decision and cost men their lives. I worried myself sick waiting for the next telegram to come in and bring in some good news.” he explains as he finishes up and sets the weapon down on the floor in front of him.

“But to properly answer your question; Yes, I do believe it was luck that saved me.”

A nod. “Ah, Conagher. I know him.” Jesse simply replied, pulling one last drag out of his cigarette before he put it out and flicked it away - a cloud of sweet white smoke escaping from between his lips. How exactly Radigan could have been connected to Lincoln in the first place was another matter of investigation, but the Spy opted for the wiser option and decided not to press the former president with more questions for now. 

Raising his knife towards the light coming through the window, he inspected the blade attentively, looking for any spot he might have missed, before deciding to test its sharpness. Swiftly, his gaze drifted to the wall on the other side of the room and spotted a rather large spider climbing across it. A quiet swoosh and the unmistakable sound of a sharp blade penetrating the wood - nailed it.

“Of course you made wrong decisions. Everybody does. But you won in the end, isn’t that all that matters?” He mused. The Civil War had been a somewhat distant event he had watched from Teufort; unwilling to sign up for the Union Army, and certainly not siding with the Confederates. How Abraham had managed to both work for Blutarch Mann and lead the Union was somewhat of a mystery to him - but after over fifteen years of working with the manical pyrotechnician? There was very little about him that could still surprise the Spy. 

“Leading an army to victory, abolishing slavery, and surviving an assassination attempt, all that while keeping your job here and setting the REDs on fire...” He listed, faint traces of his foreign accent perceptible in his quiet voice. “I must say you’re a rather interesting man, Abe. I wonder what part of your legacy will survive down history. The visionary president who set his fellow men free, or the fire-breathing dragon of New Mexico?”

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A sharp flinch followed the noise, breaking the concentration. Her gaze flew through the room, and upon spotting the glaringly obvious red pinstripe suit grabbed for the kukri perched against the wall; she didn’t take kindly to being distracted, especially during frustrating rounds like that particular one.

And what a thing to tear her away from the scope; a noisy RED Spy. After all the years fighting in the war, it was nothing short of an instinct to strike the masked frenchman down, but it was a conscious decision to do so in a notably more brutal way than one might deem necessary.

“How about switchin’ ta swiss cheese for a while? It seems to fit ya better.”her tone burnt to a cold sneer as she fought to put her breathing back to a normal pace, wiping her yellow-tinted aviators clean of little red specks that suddenly littered them. Really, that had very nearly taken a turn from ugly to grisly.

She gave one last disdainful gander at her handiwork, wondering briefly if she could snatch a cigarette off the dead man. Shrugging the thought off, she turned back to the window.

Though, a twinge in her gut kept her from just sitting down and resuming her job. No, she had just killed the spook, hadn’t she? Looking back at the bloody mess slowly getting picked back up by respawn she made note of the cloak and dagger on his wrist; Everything checks out, the snake’s dead.

Then why can’t she get rid of that glaring sensation of being watched?

After a few moments of consideration, she put a pin on the thought and switched her favorite machete for her trusty rifle, settling back down into what she did best.

Good move, he observed to himself as she sliced through his RED and more contemporary counterpart. With a gargling sound coming from his throat and blood bubbling out of it, it was unlikely that the poor man would rise from the machete strike; satisfied, Jesse watched as he quickly gave his last breath, a hint of tranquil pride glistening in his dark eyes. 

His eyes drifted back to the young woman, taking in the high silhouette, the disdainful glance at the dead body - the specks of blood on her blue uniform. She was not the first woman he had ever seen on a battlefield, but he had to admit, the flame of sheer rage he had briefly caught in her eyes was something new. 

Invisible still, he slowly shook his head - she was on edge, yet was letting her guard down. If anything outside happened to distract her, her back would once more be offered to the next RED Spy that would venture in her direction. 

“I thought sharpshooters were supposed to move spots once they’ve been detected.” The original Spy said, his tone monotonous and detached, hollow as if coming from an otherworldly dimension (which wasn’t entirely inaccurate), yet very present and audible now to the human ear. At the same time, he focused, anchoring his feet in a ground he couldn’t quite feel anymore; his body slowly becoming visible, albeit glowing a mysterious green and lifeless light. There he was again: the Spy that started it all, clad in his blue zhiduo, and of course, masked. 

“At least it used to be the ways of our sharpshooter. Considering how this RED gentleman wouldhave stabbed you if it hadn’t been for my intervention, I would suggest you come up with a plan before he comes back, wouldn’t you agree?” He added, hands crossed behind his back.

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The Magnificent Seven | clip - Billy Rocks

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