#tf2 verse

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@klein-klaus

Klaus had run out of cleaning supplies in his office. It was just a quick trip to the supply closet to grab some more off-brand cleaners. 

When he opens the door, he gets more than his cleaners. There’s…a boy and Misty inside the closet. 

Klaus blinks. “Are you lost?” he asks, wondering who this boy could be. A family member of one of the mercenaries? A child that somehow wandered onto the base? It’s strange to see Misty perched on the boy’s shoulders – as far as he knows, the cat only does that with Russell. Come to think of it, that boy does resemble Russell. Perhaps it’s a younger brother of his. 

Russell has the briefest spot of hope that maybe he hadn’t been spotted and whoever was in the hallway would leave.

But that’s quickly dashed when he hears the footsteps move closer. He frantically gazes around, but then freezes again. 

“Um, uh, ehehe, uh, ehehe, I uh, I guess...” he said, shrugging. Well, wherever he is, he isn’t supposed to be here. That would rule out his mother leaving him. It must have been David, Travis, or Bradley. Assholes... “I was uh, I was uh, ehe, I was just looking for the way out...”

Misty looks up at Klaus and gives him a delighted ‘meee’ on seeing him.

“Pl... please, d-don’t be mad, I uh, I really didn’t mean to be here...” he said, “I’ll, uh, I’ll leave, and I’ll keep this all real, real, ehe, real quiet...”

[teamechelon]

RED and BLU no longer are united under MannCo. Saxton Hale is no longer the big man in charge. Instead, each corporation has new leadership, and the companies are divided and become sworn enemies. Any who work for each company must swear ultimate loyalty to each company. The leaders will do whatever it takes to make sure they have all control.

This isn’t just a corporate hatred. This is a world war, waiting to happen. Resources and funds are pooled into RED or BLU to ensure they rise to the top, and only one can remain.

Friendships are tested and ended, families are torn apart, and the world is fast sinking into chaos. Life has become a dystopia, and it doesn’t look like there’s an end in sight. Only a select few who still have their free will can only hope to save the day. Will they rescue their friends, or will people die?

It’s a whole new take on RED vs. BLU. The question is, who will survive?

RULES:

This is strictly a Team Fortress 2 verse. Human mercenaries are strongly preferred.

A good variety of roles is encouraged. For example, loyal soldiers to their companies, or rogue mercs trying to save the day/their friends. 

This is a dark verse, so dark themes will happen. It is going to involve lots of torture, psychological abuse, mind control, blackmail, and probably other stuff. Do not join if any of this bothers you.

Relationships may happen, but there is no multishipping.

To apply, you MUST submit an application to me. Once accepted, a bio (at least a couple of paragraphs) should be posted by you to let others know your role.

There is really no limit on how many people apply, but for people with multiple blogs/muses, please try and limit your characters to 2-3, max.

One application per character.

To keep this separate from other writings, please tag your posts with “uprising verse” so I can keep track.

APPLICATION

Blog account: Player Timezone: Character name: Character Age: Alliance: (RED, BLU or rogue?) Class:  Small bio: (Longer bio to be posted later.)

[walridernightmares]

But like Miles being a reporter who snuck his way into Tuefort and now both teams wanna kill him before he reports something outlandish but true about the mercs and their war to the general public.

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@klein-klaus

“And how are you feeling? Are you well enough to fight, or will you be taking a few more days off?” 

“Well, you see, they’ve told me to take it easy and it could take a while before everything’s fully healed, ehehe...” he then fidgeted, “But... I don’t think many mercs would have all that time, so I was just wondering, if it’s not too trouble, if you could please blast me with the medigun to heal the rest of the damage?” 

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@donnez-moi-vos-vivres

It was a combination of bad luck and Will being distracted that caused him to accidentally spill his drink across one of the other patrons at the cafe he was visiting during the weekend ceasefire.

“That still doesn’t excuse me from paying attention, I am so sorry,” he continued, frantically searching for some napkins to help clean up the mess. The mug, now half empty, was set on a nearby empty table. The same table yielded the napkins he was looking for. Pulling several sheets from the napkin dispenser at the center of the table, he handed a few to Russell and reached over to help dab off some of the liquid. At this point, he was so busy worrying about the accident that he didn’t realize that the two of them were, in fact, on opposing teams in the gravel wars.

Russell had been rather surprised to have suddenly been covered in what he could only assume was some kind of drink. The wet feeling on his hair and shoulders was definitely enough to confirm as it soaked through his shirt. 

“Please, it’s, it’s okay, accidents happen. I, I, I know you, ehehe, didn’t mean it really,” Russell said. He didn’t really have it in him to feel angry or upset about it. 

Even if he did, the guy genuinely seemed sorry about it, and he didn’t want to make him feel worse about what had happened. He took the napkin he had been given with his own drink and wiped at his face.

“I guess you could say you’ve, you’ve made me look a right mug,” he said. He hoped that the guy would think the pun was funny and perhaps feel somewhat better about it.

He even made a finger gun for effect. It seemed he had yet to realise that the man was on the rivalling team when it came to their respective jobs. 

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@pinion-shafts-and-flanges

“Hey.” Abigail entered Russell’s hospital room with a colourfully decorated cupcake. Glittery sprinkles fall off of it as she walks over to Russell’s bedside. “It’s my birthday. Thought I’d bring the party to you.” 

She noticed the presents, but didn’t mention them, assuming they were get-well presents for Russell. It would be unfair to expect him to get her anything while he was still unwell. 

Russell gave her a small smile as she came in. He glanced at the cupcake. It looked really nice. 

“Aww, is that for me? That’s really kind of you,” he said. It was especially sweet that she had taken time out of her birthday to see him, “I uh, I got a couple things here for you. I had to ask Bro to drop ‘em down just in case I didn’t get out the hospital in time. Good thing I planned ahead, huh?”

He then smiled and took the parcels off the nightstand before holding them out to her.

“Here you go. I hope you like ‘em.”

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@killersolo

Eugene pulled out his smg that always hung on his side and pointed it at Russell, "Time to die Frenchie!" he almost shouted and started laughing his ass off

Russell is briefly startled by the machine gun being aimed at him. But he quickly regains his composure. It isn’t all that unusual. 

“Um... right... if you really wanna kill me for that, then just, ehehe, just make it quick... okay?” he only says. He hasn’t had a Bonk, so he knows he can’t dodge.

“I uh, I got shit to get on with.”

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Doctor’s Orders (closed for klein-klaus)

@klein-klaus liked my previous starter call. 

It was just his luck. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now he was paying the price.

How was he supposed to know that a violent fight would have broken out? How was he supposed to know he would have gotten sucked into it? How was he supposed to know he would have come close to death so dangerously far from respawn? 

So here he was now, in a hospital and not in a base like he should have been. At least he wasn’t dead. He had been about to get a bit more sleep when he heard a knock.

“Come in, not locked,” he softly called out.