#alloutscout

[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....

[stop-pressing-e]

@running-in-blind requested me to draw their OC with mine in his alter ego side and I enjoyed it. Thank you darling!

[mrbluspy]

The greyish blue clad masked man tilted his head as he examined the Spy from about 10 meters away as he squatted ontop of the fence, his bloodied spiked bat resting on his shoulder.

@alloutscout

Masked Spies are a regular occurrence, one more regular than his unmasked Spy self, same with masked Pyros, but... Scouts? Lazare eyes the man's bat. He has to be a Scout.

A nonstandard uniform doesn't tell him much, either, plenty don't stick to what they're "supposed" to wear, but Lazare swears that something is off here.

Slowly, he raises his hand, chancing a wave, though the look on his face is one of mild confusion more than anything else.

"Hello?" He calls.

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

(Alloutscout)

@alloutscout

Somehow this person has managed to entered into his room without startling either the Sniper himself or his dogs without alerting them to the stranger's presence. Nathan only stirred awake because he has the sudden urge to go to the bathroom. Once he switched on the light, a scream was nearly made to the sight of a person in his room.

"Who the hell are you?"

[diannabridden]

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse (alloutscout)

Going up against red's were already stressful enough, but truthfully it was the clunky metal bastards that Dianna hated more, that usually set her on edge. Their spies weren't human, which meant they didn't have the human flaws that the brunette relied on when watching her back, they were silent killers that usually sent her through respawn more than she sent them. The only thing she looked forward to was the fact their snipers were morons, with their stupid Machina's and their stupid lazar sights, that gave them away every time. All together though, there was nothing fun about going against these bleedin machines. There was some satisfaction in watching how her jars of liquid glitter or paint would jack up a few of the metal heads below, though most of her craft inspired arsenal was used to keep paint on the floor near the doorway of the room she was in, to better help her keep an eye out for spies.

She could hear the pitter patter of scout feet coming zooming in her direction, the surly sniper turned on the crate she had made her seat, just in time to have a bat aiming in her direction. A set of dark ocean blue eyes glared daggers over the grinning skulls mouth printed across her veil, as the woman took a hold of her gun in a firm grip at the barrel, like she was a scout herself. There was no point in trying to no scope the scout at this range, when she would have better chances of hitting him at close range like this. With the tribalmen's shiv strapped to her thigh Dianna was more than prepared to go ape shit on this scooter, though after a second it was his odd appearance that put a pause in her step. He sure as shit didn't look like the scout she was expecting. She was facing robot's right?

"Yer...not a robot....?" Her words bounced back and forth between a question and an observation, as she kept herself in position to strike, but not jumping to do it just yet as she assessed her opponent. She had seen enough mercs with mechanical parts before, that Dianna didn't want to mistakenly take down a new team mate, if that's what this guy was. It wasn't as if she went around getting to know the new people that were moved to the base, seeing as she was more likely to bite them, than to make friends.

[redbritishsniper]

Send a ◉ for my muses reaction to yours sneaking into their bedroom and putting a knife to their throat. (Alloutscout)

Strange, thought she locked her door as she always do. This doesn't sound like Soldier who would have bust down her door and this was not Spy who's looking for a nightly fuck since they would have planned it and she would not have locked her door.

Instead she was woken up by a sharp cold blade pressed against her neck near her scar and saw a glowing text over where the eyes is.

"What the...fuck?"

@alloutscout