Wear a dress.
And rock it.
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Wear a dress.
And rock it.
I was just going to do a quick warm up doodle and uhh.. Well I ended up doing more than just that
( @spysuggests @snipersuggests @medicsuggests @snipersuggestions thank you for this delightful lot, I love them quite a bit)
Retreat further into the base, noticing that despite changing disguises, a tear on his suit remains visible with blood trickling down from the slash on his side. He mutters a complaint to himself and limps towards the nearest closet. Upon finding nothing of use, he then makes his way to RED's spawn, relieved that the entrance wasn't locked as it would be during battle.
Rummaging through the cabinets, he snatches a pack of bandages and half-leans on one of the benches, trying to keep his weight off of that side as he tries his best to wrap around the wound.
This base is impossible to navigate… But at least I have some semblance of a plan.
(Sniper is practically leaping with how far his strides are. He’s back to the light-footed spy disguise, able to match his own speed if not swifter. It’s almost nice to feel a decade or so younger than he is now.)
(If anything, it seems to instill a bit of confidence.)
Alright. Left turn here, left, right, left, right, left, left, right, right, stairwell down, sharp backwards turn, trapdoor.
(“Spy” drops down into the depths of the basement, even further than the server rooms are, let alone anything extra beneath that. Skidding down the ladder, he comes to an abrupt stop, hopping the rest of the distance to silence the echoing creak brought by the handiwork from many generations prior.)
(And with only a lighter to break through the oppressive darkness that threatens to swallow him whole, he pushes towards the very gears that ran the metaphorical—and physical—machine.)
(Coming across a doorway, he steps through, illuminating the room with a simple flick of a switch, arms crossed.)
So.
Goin’ home, are ya?
@scarecrowsuggests
Sniper keeps a brisk pace, eyeing Veileé as they go.
It’s hard to say why he looks so unsteady already, seeing as they’re not even near the warehouse, but…
Well, he seems to carry a quiet disappointment about himself that he requires the help of some cat to keep him from freaking out, but another part of him understands why that is, and works at accepting it.
“Sorry. Bet this happens a lot for ya, huh? Followin’ some poor bloke for moral support.”
Approach a room that you haven’t ever seen in person, but know for certain belongs to somebody who may be able to help.
Sniper doesn’t hesitate before urgently knocking on the door to Spy’s room, praying under his breath that he’ll answer.
“Pleaseopenthedoorpleaseopenthedoorpleaseopentheroorpleaseopenthedoor…”
@spysuggests
Well, you may be wondering how we got into this situation. See, it all started...
Nah, I ain’t gonna do that to ya. But I will have ya know that we’re sort of stuck. Wasn’t plannin’ on ‘nother bomb goin’ off, see. Pretty sure us three’re gonna be knocked out here in... Eh, a second or two. Seems times slowed down for the moment, though.
Damn, son. Goggles man, whatever the hell your name is, not Engineer for sure.
Yeah, you. The one who blew up the base.
I guess I should be glad it wasn’t ours, but with all due respect,
really?
Hey I just wanna say I think you're cool. 👍🏾And I like your shades.
( Sniper blinks in surprise, reaching up to adjust his shades. )
Y’think they’re cool..?
You… Think I’m cool?!
( Sniper looks positively ecstatic. He’s beaming and blushing from being flustered; he hasn’t been complimented like that in a long while. )
I- Thanks!