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Collared!
Despite being a Spy himself, Jacques was taken off guard when the Blu Spy snuck up on him and strapped a collar around his neck. "Mon dieu!" He yelped in surprise, turning to look at the BLU.
"What is the meaning of-" He cut himself off, seeing the handsome man before him making him blush lightly. "Ah... Bonjour, monsieur."
Collar this boi ;)]]
Cloaked and careful was how Jacques usually travelled. Sneaking passed his actors and assessing who to flip to the other team. But this time, he had other plans. His eyes locked onto his target and before he could escape him, the purple spy stepped in front of him, planted a kiss to his lips and quickly strapped a collar around his neck, a golden cross hanging in the front.
"My, my. You've been a very bad boy, mon cheri." His cloak faded as he hooked a finger under the new collar his partner wore.
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This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars
The purple Spy had observed the RED Scout for a while. She was clumsy and seemed keen on getting injured by every BLU possible. It made him wonder how she ended up here, a mercenary fighting a seemingly never ending war. He didn't typically make a habit of making direct contact with his 'actors' but he was just too curious.
He crept down to RED base and just as the young woman left respawn, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into an alcove, pinning her to a wall with one arm.
"Bonjour, mon chéri." He spoke calmly, most of his face hidden behind his odd mask. "I don't usually make a habit of interacting avec vous les chiens, but my curiosity got ze better of me." He straightened his posture. "Why are you 'ere? You don't seem to 'ave ze balance of a typical Scout." He paused to think through his wording. "Is this really a place you want to be? This couldn't possibly be what you 'ad always dreamt of doing with your life, oui?" He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.
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Let it Burn by Red
The Spy had done this job for years, all he's ever seen was RED and BLU. Blood was spilled daily. In the beginning, he didn't think he could stomach the sight for more than a day. But he'd grown numb to the nausea. Now he could stand in his perch and just watch as these men charged, chased and slaughtered each other for hours at a time. He even found himself enjoying the spectacle, watching the fear in a Scout's eyes as a Heavy bared down in him, minigun whirring in anticipation.
Though there were some days where he'd watch the colours and simply wonder how long he had planned to observe the fire burn these lives away, over and over. It almost made him wish there was another colour in the mix. A new hue to watch. A new voice to hear scream, in manic joy or in terrified fear didn't matter to him. He just wanted something or someone new to set his eyes on.
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City of Angels by Bridge to Grace
The man in purple observed the fight from a distance keeping hidden. He watched as RED seemed to be pushing harder than BLU, indicating that RED had an advantage that needed to be balanced out. He cloaked and snaked his way into RED base, avoiding all as he snuck his way through, finding himself in a sniper roost. When his duel coloured eyes locked onto the woman he primed his fingers to auto balance her but stopped. Spy crept closer and looked her over. He always made sure to research the people he was tasked to watch over and this woman, this RED sniper, had been through hell and back.
Still cloaked he managed to get a look at what was visible of her face, her eye. He could see the broken innocence of her destroyed childhood, a life she had been forced to leave behind by all the evil that had been done to her. He relaxed his hand and decided not to auto balance her. As he started to walk away, he pulled a drag from his cigarette and released the smoke through his nose, a mistake he was sure to regret if the woman detected the smell of the smoke.
"Ze Blu Scout?" He muttered before smirking. He snapped his fingers and instantly auto balanced the BLU to the RED team. "Non, ze RED Scout.”
"Come, dance wid me"
The Spy blinked in surprise. "You? Dance?" He questioned before shrugging. "Just don't step on my toes with those metal feet of yours." He joked.
Collared
Jacques froze for a moment when the collar was place around his neck. He had been surveying the BLU team for potential Autobalance targets when the Scout had run up to him and put the collar on him. He was glad they had been somewhere where not many people travelled else this could have been awkward.
Touching the collar, the Spy looked at Scott with curious eyes before a sly smirk spread across his lips. "Well, well. If jou wanted to get kinky, mon petit lapin, you could have asked~" He looked around and spotted a room with a lock. He pulled the American into it and locked the door behind him.
"Now..." He got down on his knees and looked up at the runner, a faint blush just barely visible from under his mask. "Tell me what I can do for your, master~" His voice dripped with seduction and faux innocence.
