blood and ink

They're just about the same. Guntram Korbinian, administrator of PLR Nightfall--questionably at your service.

[tentadministrator]

[A̧͘͡ ̴͘m̧oş̕t̨͟ teŗr͘͝i͜͜͝b͏̡͝l̴̛͜e͜ ̴f͏̧͠a͘te,̷͝ ̡t̸̢o̵̡͡ ͞b̢͢͡e̶ ͏͢s͏͘u҉r̸e͏̴.̛͡]

[tentadministrator]

[Set your watches. ʘ‿ʘ]

[tentadministrator]

The camera hadn’t moved, remaining fixed on the exact point it had been aimed at all those months ago when it had been installed. The administrator on the other end of the line had been doing quite the opposite, on the other hand—he’d had much to do, and when he finally had an opportunity to double-check that RED’s resident nightmare fuel hadn’t moved, he’d rolled his eyes and eased back into his chair. He might as well do something about it while he had the opportunity, anyway.

The speakers next to the camera crackled to life with just the slightest bit of hesitation on their part, and the Admin stifled a short sigh as he brought his microphone closer.

"Miss Cecil. Vould you care to explain just vhy you have been sitting zhere for so long? It is not as if anyzhing is going to happen zhere." For now, anyway.

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   If it hadn’t been what she was anticipating the entire time she’d been seated there, Nimuë might have even been a bit startled by the speaker suddenly sputtering to life. The Admin’s voice filled the room, and the Spy’s brows furrowed just in the slightest from beneath blunt cut bangs. Her pale blue eyes never left the camera as she replied, voice as calm and monotonous as ever.

❝ But that’s wrong. Something did just happen here. ❞

[tentadministrator]

"I do not rightly zhink zhat somebody asking you vhy you have been sitting in zhe same spot for almost an entire hour really counts as somezhing happening, to be perfectly honest." His tone betrayed a flat edge of annoyance, and a faint burst of tapping could be heard as he drummed his fingers on the desk. "I am not sure vhat is so interesting about my surveillance system, but it seems zhat it draws a crowd. You are not zhe first one to camp out in front of one, but I do hope you vill be zhe last."

[obscxrus-deactivated20140725]

   Nimuë sat perched atop a cabinet, knees tucked up to her chest with her chin resting in between them as she stares intently at a certain something affixed onto the wall. She’d been sitting there, motionless, for nearly an hour— listening, waiting. Was the admin always watching, at every moment?

[tentadministrator]

The camera hadn't moved, remaining fixed on the exact point it had been aimed at all those months ago when it had been installed. The administrator on the other end of the line had been doing quite the opposite, on the other hand--he'd had much to do, and when he finally had an opportunity to double-check that RED's resident nightmare fuel hadn't moved, he'd rolled his eyes and eased back into his chair. He might as well do something about it while he had the opportunity, anyway.

The speakers next to the camera crackled to life with just the slightest bit of hesitation on their part, and the Admin stifled a short sigh as he brought his microphone closer.

"Miss Cecil. Vould you care to explain just vhy you have been sitting zhere for so long? It is not as if anyzhing is going to happen zhere." For now, anyway.

[tentadministrator]

...vhy is it always zhose cameras. I just--I do not get it.

[tentadministrator]

This again, hm?

/He's aware that his microphone is off, but his finger still hovers over the alarm button just in case./

[tentadministrator]

/There is the sound of some not-so-pleasant laughter over the loudspeakers--in both bases. If one half of the mercs have to be subjected to it, Guntram figures that all of them should./

[tentadministrator]

An envelope has been underneath your office door for a week or so now, assuming you haven't picked it up already. Inside are two things: an advert for a Mann Co. Winger cut out of a newspaper or something, and a note reading "Knocked your door. Got bored. Wrote this. Let me know if you'll let me have this as my bonus shipment. Alex Silva."

Ah, yes. That Scout’s reward. The Administrator had seen the envelope a few days ago, but hadn’t yet had the chance to actually inspect it—now that he had some ‘free’ time, he had decided to take a look at it.

A new gun, then? That would do quite nicely, he thought. At least it was something that Alex would use instead of some shipment of trinkets. The paperwork would be filed shortly after, and then the Admin pushed the ad aside, turning back to his terminals for now. If he knew how the supply trains worked, that Winger would be getting to BLU base in a matter of days.

[thoseblusox]

I am somevhat curious as to vhy you seem to hang around my cameras so often, Ms. Harrods. Are you vaiting for somezhing, perhaps?

The Scout looks over from her perch atop the roof at the camera and speaker system, genuinely surprised to hear it crackle violently into life."We-…I…" In a simple state of shock at the actual response, Eli quite forgot how to speak good English.Soon, she found her voice again with a bright and warm smile;"Good mornin’ ta you too." 

[tentadministrator]

"Mm. Yes."

There was a long period of silence before Guntram spoke again, though the occasional rustle indicated that he hadn't turned off the microphone just yet.

"Really, zhough. Vhat are you hoping for? I have been trying to figure zhis out lately, and I cannot seem zhink of any reasons. Zhen again, I am neizher you or a Scout, so--zhat may have somezhing to do vith it."

[bavarianarchives-blog]

is this my character’s legacy

is this what he stands for

just

'cereal fucker' ]]

[phdinschauerlichkeit-archives]

MARCH 16th EVERYONE

WE ALL SEND “CEREAL FUCKER” TO HEINZ FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.

CEREAL FUCKER, TELL YOUR FRIENDS! ]]

[bavarianarchives-blog]

GET OUT ]]

[tentadministrator]

She takes a deep breath, telling herself 'he's just just a guy behind a speaker, there's no need to worry'. With that said, she knocks on the office door.

The door opens almost immediately after the knock, cold air wafting out from the darkness to meet Jin. There’s barely any light further inside aside from the dull glow of blank terminals behind the Administrator’s desk, black screens almost mirroring their surroundings. It isn’t exactly hard to pick out where the Admin is sitting, as the light casts him as  silhouette behind his desk. Something else moves in the dark, but it’s almost impossible to tell what it was before the sound stops just as abruptly as it had started.

"Do come in."

[pintsizedpyro]

Jin was no longer in the dark, but definitely did wish that she was. Unable to move, entranced by the more frightening view she had gotten for only mere moments, the Pyro’s breathy whimpers and sounds of awe was all she could retort with. Perhaps if Jin had been as bold as she was when she wasn’t facing her Administrator, she would’ve made comment on his unwillingness to deal with the flame. The croaking of the chair coupled with the more… unusual sounds she had tuned in on had the woman’s heart skip a beat. "Wh… did you see that?" She cautioned, as if the man wouldn’t know what’s in his own office. "Sir?" She sought some sort of confirmation, some sort of plea coming from the smaller woman’s voice, desperate to prove she wasn’t crazy. She inhaled sharply when she looked up only to see that glint flash once more, just hovering over where she had thought her Administrator was. Was he in some sort of danger, or… was that him?  Now the glare was more prominent, instead of a brief flash… but now they looked more identifiable. Like glasses. Definitely round, as the… the stranger thing had been. But… "Y… yes sir, I will put… that away…" Her words— mentally, she wasn’t there, fear won out— sounded definitely vacant. She wanted to communicate her true confusion but all she could do was move her lips, making somewhat of a chirping noise. And when she finally acknowledged her trembling hand, it was partially due to the sudden, bright burst of flame from the small notebook paper now ignited in her grasp. The gasp she let out was beyond frightened, still twitchy from the sounds and movements messing with her. The woman’s quick fumbling landing her now unlit lighter in her pocket, leaving two fingers pinching on the paper as it was quickly devoured by fire.

[tentadministrator]

"See vhat? All I am seeing is zhat you have far less to say to me vhen I am in front of you. I am not terribly surprised, might I add." He had anticipated this, to be fair--that had been his intention all along, it went without saying. What good were intimidation tactics if he didn't use them? Besides, taking her down a peg or two had been entertaining. The Administrator had been so bored with the typical announcements, and getting to see just what effect his words had on his mercenaries up close and personal was far more thrilling than watching from behind a screen.

It wasn't hard to tell that Jin was panicking, and he chuckled at the thought, another sound edged with an unnatural rumble that had no right to be there. He tilted his head at her with a smirk playing across his features, barely visible as they were. This was certainly going well! Perhaps he needed to do this sort of thing more often. It would be such a nice change from his usual tasks, he reasoned. Keeping his mercenaries on their toes was an added bonus that he found it very hard to dismiss.

"Good. Ve do not need any...accidents, hm? Zhat vould be so, so unfortunate." The Administrator straightened up, almost idly fiddling with the buttons on the cuffs of his sleeves. He was toying with her, that much was evident; what wasn't quite as evident was the solitary tentacle that snaked out from underneath the edge of his desk, brushing against Jin's boot with just enough pressure to be felt. The paper catching fire had been unexpected, and the limb jerked back surprisingly quickly, a wet rasp accompanying the movement as it retreated back into the darkness. This time, there was far more than a rumble in response--that was an outright growl, sudden and bestial. The noise stopped just as soon as it had come, with the man behind the desk visibly tensed despite his best efforts.

[thoseblusox]

Who’sa pretty camera! Youuu aaaree~

More annoying shenanigans. 

[thoseblusox]

This scenario made me laugh too much to not try and draw it.

[tentadministrator]

She is correct, you know—if I vant to fire somebody, I vill do zhat instead of shuffling zhem around. Zhat, and ve do not do zhose sort of…shenanigans here.

/Hmph./

[pintsizedpyro]

[disgruntled pyro noises]

[tentadministrator]

[Creepy snickering over all the nearby speakers.]

[tentadministrator]

She is correct, you know--if I vant to fire somebody, I vill do zhat instead of shuffling zhem around. Zhat, and ve do not do zhose sort of...shenanigans here.

/Hmph./

[tentadministrator]

[New theme, alright alright alright alright.]

[If anything's hard to read or just doesn't look right, let me know! u vu]

[tentadministrator]

/Raising an eyebrow, he glanced over at his microphone jack, double-checking that it had been unplugged. That entire situation had been...odd. The Administrator reasoned that he would have to go and check the teleporters again--perhaps something had gotten jostled loose./

/Maybe he needed to install turrets there. He would look into that later./