THE BARTENDER

[ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT OF DELL CONAGHER FROM EMESIS BLUE]

[thebartender-dellconagher]

[NOTE]

[This a roleplay account/blog made by @apeppermintteacup]

[Please don't take this a real account]

[BOUNDARIES]

° Ask are always open for this blog!

° I might draw some of the responses to the asks. Also, Addition to this, feel free to ask anything!! [I will only ignore it if it's about outside the blog]

° Omniromantic-Asexual Dell rep. You can ask NSFW questions or stuff like that (I'm Ace but okay with NSFW but I am going to respond like how I'd respond to the question.)

°[Questions about other Emesis Blue characters are okay.]

[thebartender-dellconagher]

Ooc: I’ve low-key forgotten about this blog 😨

[thebartender-dellconagher]

Welcome back!!!! have you ever come across the detective, jacques??

Don’t get me STARTED. Guy wouldn’t shut up, he sounded like a Martyr. That stupid mask too. I honestly prefer Demoman, he was at least quiet.

[thebartender-dellconagher]

I don’t know how to apologize for my… uh… sudden leave.

As a token of my apologies, ask me anything. Just… keep it friendly and non… sexual.

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“Oho~?”

“Well, well, bonsoir, ami~...”

“Now, I know us engineers and spies have had a long, troublesome history, but surely a kind heart such as yourself wouldn’t be bothered sparing a wandering soul such as I a drink… oui~?”

Hah! HAHHA! Good to see an old spy ‘round here. However… you look mighty familiar, pal.

WHATEVER! Have a seat, the void don’t care if yet BLU or RED… just… don’t think I’m off my guard and let me get you a drink, tell me all yer tales o’ woe and yer life before death, life of the war dogs. We can trade some over a nice glass of Absinthe?

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Ohoho~, s'il-vous-plaît, mon cher! You can relax your shoulders, for I could not harm you even if I wanted to…”

“Oui, absinthe sounds lovely~.”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

[Mod Here: Wish I could draw my reactions back but me and Engineer are having a bodily discourse on how to draw him!]

Well, that’s nice… Last guest I had was the Demoman, even then, you could say he got cold feet before he could finish his drink.

Now, Here you go. Drink, and tell me what brings you here to my lovely bar, what manner of execution sent you to the precious eternity?

(The drink because I don’t want to describe it)

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Merci, mon charmant hôte~…”

“Alas, Demomen tend to do that, non? They get their hands dirty, a job done, then flee, lest their perception(or lack thereof) become their downfall.”

“As for myself… I guess one could argue that I went out in a blaze of glory~?…”

~Sigh~ “Mon pauvre garçon lapin, my son, doesn’t find the wording of that statement as humorous as I do! Hoho~!”

“Though now that I think about it… I suppose incidents of similar nature have been more frequent around these parts, hmm~?”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

…. Pyro… easy to tell. Only freak I know who really lights up the world.

*Laughs* But, yeah, I can speak on agreement. That son of yours, interesting man. Always ran with a bat in hand and hitting some on the head… he was always so… energetic. Remember him like I remember my own spy’s…. And I can say that yes, certain….

Incidents….

Have a large frequency here, partner. I hope you didn’t run into my brothers because they can be rather violent, but they’re my partners in crime. Speaking of which, Partners of course, what happened to yours? I thought I heard a soldier before you arrived…

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“A Soldier, you say? What ever do you—…”

“Oh! Ohoho! Ha-HAAH! Toutes mes excuses, mon ami, but I think you must’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“My coup is yet to acquire a soldier at this time… I could be wrong, though. Last I heard, some of us went to… comment dites-vous? Recruit one~…”

“As for my ‘partners’, as you so lovingly put it, let’s just say: they may have gone through some horrors of their own, but didn’t come out as visually appealing as moi~ hoho~!”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“… Must be that other one that came around. One of the few that quit… My apologies for mistaking you for him, guess my time here ain’t as crystal clear. This place just… messes with your head, ain’t I right?”

“If you stay around, A soldier’s bound to appear. They always end up here the quickest…. As for your teammates ruining my floor and table of there, bring them over, give them a seat. None of us are going anywhere, let me get them a drink. Consider this all on the house, filling this void ol’ demo lost his warmth is good enough payment for me.”

[Mod Here: If I had to continue drawing his goggles, my hands were going to fall off so let’s just give them eye contact.]

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Hm? OH—! M-Merde…”

“Baahhh, pay them no mind mon ami, they can handle themselves~!”

(In the distance, one can hear the frustrated jingling of Pyro, growing more intense, followed by a sudden and confused “VVait— zhis isn’t a graveyard—“

“Now, enough about me, let’s talk about you…”

“What about you and your endeavors? Surely there is more to you than meets the eye~? No simple, well mannered mercenary would be left here to run the closest thing to purgatory we’ve witnessed yet without the right qualifications…”

“What about those brothers of yours? Or those other blind, directionless souls that keep running into you, who share the faces of both friends and foes?”

“Pardonne-moi, chérie, for my curiosity; however, you are the first in a long, LONG while to have captured both my eyes and ears… you have a story to tell, and I, for one, am dying to hear it~…”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“…”

“… Heh!…”

“Yes… yes, there likely is more to me than most think. My qualifications are patience and a listening ear. This void don’t care… and purgatory? I’d say I agree but purgatory doesn’t revive you… and my brothers? Poor souls, too rough and listen to no one but themselves or me, even then they’re stubborn but they get my business done…”

“And the faces of friend or foe, well, it’s struggle to balance the two when they die because everyone bleeds the same and acts the same when they come here.”

“But my true reason and endeavors for being here, I don’t like talking about it. It’s a complicated subject that you likely wouldn’t understand….”

[MOD HERE: ^ Watch “Spy’s Disguise” as it’s the prologue before Emesis Blue, you don’t have too but it’s a good idea to. I’m guessing your spy is likely a different one so he wouldn’t know (Also to sum up Engineer’s death: He and Spy had beef then Spy started to transform into his machines, it escalates and eventually leads to Spy killing Engineer. I imagine Engineer is embarrassed and awkward about his death so his answer is meant to not make sense)]

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“I see, I see… heh…”

“My apologies, I should have assumed that the matter would have been sensitive, must’ve slipped my broken mind… no matter! Keep your secrets, I can live with the mystery~…”

“Ah-HEM.”

“Speaking of Broken minds…”

“I-I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation, truly, I am, herr Spy, however -- WHERE ZHE HELL ARE WE?!”

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“O-oh?! Me, v-vell, uhm— *ahem*…” *curious pyro jingles*

“V-ve certainly appreciate zhe offer, however— ve’re currently dealing vith some other, more important circumstances that ve need to attend to…”

“Circumstances zhat require our full, undivided attention, herr Spy!” “Mmh…” “SPY!!” “Alright, alright! Just let me finish up here…”

“*Siiiigggh~* as much as I despise to admit it, the docteur is correct. We were on a mission, and I let myself get carried away~… However, Monsieur, do not take this ‘goodbye’ as permanent! I have been thoroughly intrigued by you and this little eternity of yours, and fully intend on coming back for another chat~…”

“For now, I will leave you with this~… I don’t usually carry cash on my persons, so I hope that you will find this trinket of mine as an acceptable compensation for the drink~.”

“It is expensive, yes; but entre toi et moi, it is far more useful than it is valuable~… it has gotten me out of situations stickier than spiderwebs, so I certainly don’t doubt that you will be able to get quite the use out of it. Hell, maybe more! You engineers are indeed known for your expertise and creativity~…”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“That’s very kindly, Mister Spy. I hope to see you return soon… the void will welcome you back.”

“As for this little… trinket, I’m sure I can find some sort of use for it. I’ve still got some engineering left in me, I hope.”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

hiya :] hope yer doin well

anyways

uh

yeag

This is how I’m feeling lately but thanks for asking :D

[thebartender-dellconagher]

Mod here! Happy pride month to the He, thems, and Hoes <3

[thebartender-dellconagher]

Hey, Mr. Connagher. How do you deal with knowing? Asking for a friend.

Well, I suppose I don’t. At first I saw scared of eternity, anyone would be, then it just stopped becoming something to fear. Now I just feel bored. Ain’t nothing much to do ‘round here. As long as you’re never too stuck on it, I suppose.

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“Oho~?”

“Well, well, bonsoir, ami~...”

“Now, I know us engineers and spies have had a long, troublesome history, but surely a kind heart such as yourself wouldn’t be bothered sparing a wandering soul such as I a drink… oui~?”

Hah! HAHHA! Good to see an old spy ‘round here. However… you look mighty familiar, pal.

WHATEVER! Have a seat, the void don’t care if yet BLU or RED… just… don’t think I’m off my guard and let me get you a drink, tell me all yer tales o’ woe and yer life before death, life of the war dogs. We can trade some over a nice glass of Absinthe?

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Ohoho~, s'il-vous-plaît, mon cher! You can relax your shoulders, for I could not harm you even if I wanted to…”

“Oui, absinthe sounds lovely~.”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

[Mod Here: Wish I could draw my reactions back but me and Engineer are having a bodily discourse on how to draw him!]

Well, that’s nice… Last guest I had was the Demoman, even then, you could say he got cold feet before he could finish his drink.

Now, Here you go. Drink, and tell me what brings you here to my lovely bar, what manner of execution sent you to the precious eternity?

(The drink because I don’t want to describe it)

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Merci, mon charmant hôte~…”

“Alas, Demomen tend to do that, non? They get their hands dirty, a job done, then flee, lest their perception(or lack thereof) become their downfall.”

“As for myself… I guess one could argue that I went out in a blaze of glory~?…”

~Sigh~ “Mon pauvre garçon lapin, my son, doesn’t find the wording of that statement as humorous as I do! Hoho~!”

“Though now that I think about it… I suppose incidents of similar nature have been more frequent around these parts, hmm~?”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

…. Pyro… easy to tell. Only freak I know who really lights up the world.

*Laughs* But, yeah, I can speak on agreement. That son of yours, interesting man. Always ran with a bat in hand and hitting some on the head… he was always so… energetic. Remember him like I remember my own spy’s…. And I can say that yes, certain….

Incidents….

Have a large frequency here, partner. I hope you didn’t run into my brothers because they can be rather violent, but they’re my partners in crime. Speaking of which, Partners of course, what happened to yours? I thought I heard a soldier before you arrived…

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“A Soldier, you say? What ever do you—…”

“Oh! Ohoho! Ha-HAAH! Toutes mes excuses, mon ami, but I think you must’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“My coup is yet to acquire a soldier at this time… I could be wrong, though. Last I heard, some of us went to… comment dites-vous? Recruit one~…”

“As for my ‘partners’, as you so lovingly put it, let’s just say: they may have gone through some horrors of their own, but didn’t come out as visually appealing as moi~ hoho~!”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“… Must be that other one that came around. One of the few that quit… My apologies for mistaking you for him, guess my time here ain’t as crystal clear. This place just… messes with your head, ain’t I right?”

“If you stay around, A soldier’s bound to appear. They always end up here the quickest…. As for your teammates ruining my floor and table of there, bring them over, give them a seat. None of us are going anywhere, let me get them a drink. Consider this all on the house, filling this void ol’ demo lost his warmth is good enough payment for me.”

[Mod Here: If I had to continue drawing his goggles, my hands were going to fall off so let’s just give them eye contact.]

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Hm? OH—! M-Merde…”

“Baahhh, pay them no mind mon ami, they can handle themselves~!”

(In the distance, one can hear the frustrated jingling of Pyro, growing more intense, followed by a sudden and confused “VVait— zhis isn’t a graveyard—“

“Now, enough about me, let’s talk about you…”

“What about you and your endeavors? Surely there is more to you than meets the eye~? No simple, well mannered mercenary would be left here to run the closest thing to purgatory we’ve witnessed yet without the right qualifications…”

“What about those brothers of yours? Or those other blind, directionless souls that keep running into you, who share the faces of both friends and foes?”

“Pardonne-moi, chérie, for my curiosity; however, you are the first in a long, LONG while to have captured both my eyes and ears… you have a story to tell, and I, for one, am dying to hear it~…”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“…”

“… Heh!…”

“Yes… yes, there likely is more to me than most think. My qualifications are patience and a listening ear. This void don’t care… and purgatory? I’d say I agree but purgatory doesn’t revive you… and my brothers? Poor souls, too rough and listen to no one but themselves or me, even then they’re stubborn but they get my business done…”

“And the faces of friend or foe, well, it’s struggle to balance the two when they die because everyone bleeds the same and acts the same when they come here.”

“But my true reason and endeavors for being here, I don’t like talking about it. It’s a complicated subject that you likely wouldn’t understand….”

[MOD HERE: ^ Watch “Spy’s Disguise” as it’s the prologue before Emesis Blue, you don’t have too but it’s a good idea to. I’m guessing your spy is likely a different one so he wouldn’t know (Also to sum up Engineer’s death: He and Spy had beef then Spy started to transform into his machines, it escalates and eventually leads to Spy killing Engineer. I imagine Engineer is embarrassed and awkward about his death so his answer is meant to not make sense)]

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“I see, I see… heh…”

“My apologies, I should have assumed that the matter would have been sensitive, must’ve slipped my broken mind… no matter! Keep your secrets, I can live with the mystery~…”

“Ah-HEM.”

“Speaking of Broken minds…”

“I-I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation, truly, I am, herr Spy, however -- WHERE ZHE HELL ARE WE?!”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“… Guess we see eye to eye on privacy, mystery is the savior to a-…”

“Well, I’m not sure what this place is partner, you… give it any name you want. I just call it the void or eternity, It’s a stand-in… or a nickname I suppose. Never really gave this place a name.”

“Say what, give it a name, you or Spy? You might not be here long or you might be here forever, just for the hell of it?

[thebartender-dellconagher]

[Mod: Gonna draw Zed and Maynard soon, creating a little lore about the void. That and I am currently in a roleplay session so… Expect art and speeches, that and maybe do Dell art request???]

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“Oho~?”

“Well, well, bonsoir, ami~...”

“Now, I know us engineers and spies have had a long, troublesome history, but surely a kind heart such as yourself wouldn’t be bothered sparing a wandering soul such as I a drink… oui~?”

Hah! HAHHA! Good to see an old spy ‘round here. However… you look mighty familiar, pal.

WHATEVER! Have a seat, the void don’t care if yet BLU or RED… just… don’t think I’m off my guard and let me get you a drink, tell me all yer tales o’ woe and yer life before death, life of the war dogs. We can trade some over a nice glass of Absinthe?

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Ohoho~, s'il-vous-plaît, mon cher! You can relax your shoulders, for I could not harm you even if I wanted to…”

“Oui, absinthe sounds lovely~.”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

[Mod Here: Wish I could draw my reactions back but me and Engineer are having a bodily discourse on how to draw him!]

Well, that’s nice… Last guest I had was the Demoman, even then, you could say he got cold feet before he could finish his drink.

Now, Here you go. Drink, and tell me what brings you here to my lovely bar, what manner of execution sent you to the precious eternity?

(The drink because I don’t want to describe it)

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Merci, mon charmant hôte~…”

“Alas, Demomen tend to do that, non? They get their hands dirty, a job done, then flee, lest their perception(or lack thereof) become their downfall.”

“As for myself… I guess one could argue that I went out in a blaze of glory~?…”

~Sigh~ “Mon pauvre garçon lapin, my son, doesn’t find the wording of that statement as humorous as I do! Hoho~!”

“Though now that I think about it… I suppose incidents of similar nature have been more frequent around these parts, hmm~?”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

…. Pyro… easy to tell. Only freak I know who really lights up the world.

*Laughs* But, yeah, I can speak on agreement. That son of yours, interesting man. Always ran with a bat in hand and hitting some on the head… he was always so… energetic. Remember him like I remember my own spy’s…. And I can say that yes, certain….

Incidents….

Have a large frequency here, partner. I hope you didn’t run into my brothers because they can be rather violent, but they’re my partners in crime. Speaking of which, Partners of course, what happened to yours? I thought I heard a soldier before you arrived…

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“A Soldier, you say? What ever do you—…”

“Oh! Ohoho! Ha-HAAH! Toutes mes excuses, mon ami, but I think you must’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“My coup is yet to acquire a soldier at this time… I could be wrong, though. Last I heard, some of us went to… comment dites-vous? Recruit one~…”

“As for my ‘partners’, as you so lovingly put it, let’s just say: they may have gone through some horrors of their own, but didn’t come out as visually appealing as moi~ hoho~!”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“… Must be that other one that came around. One of the few that quit… My apologies for mistaking you for him, guess my time here ain’t as crystal clear. This place just… messes with your head, ain’t I right?”

“If you stay around, A soldier’s bound to appear. They always end up here the quickest…. As for your teammates ruining my floor and table of there, bring them over, give them a seat. None of us are going anywhere, let me get them a drink. Consider this all on the house, filling this void ol’ demo lost his warmth is good enough payment for me.”

[Mod Here: If I had to continue drawing his goggles, my hands were going to fall off so let’s just give them eye contact.]

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Hm? OH—! M-Merde…”

“Baahhh, pay them no mind mon ami, they can handle themselves~!”

(In the distance, one can hear the frustrated jingling of Pyro, growing more intense, followed by a sudden and confused “VVait— zhis isn’t a graveyard—“

“Now, enough about me, let’s talk about you…”

“What about you and your endeavors? Surely there is more to you than meets the eye~? No simple, well mannered mercenary would be left here to run the closest thing to purgatory we’ve witnessed yet without the right qualifications…”

“What about those brothers of yours? Or those other blind, directionless souls that keep running into you, who share the faces of both friends and foes?”

“Pardonne-moi, chérie, for my curiosity; however, you are the first in a long, LONG while to have captured both my eyes and ears… you have a story to tell, and I, for one, am dying to hear it~…”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“…”

“… Heh!…”

“Yes… yes, there likely is more to me than most think. My qualifications are patience and a listening ear. This void don’t care… and purgatory? I’d say I agree but purgatory doesn’t revive you… and my brothers? Poor souls, too rough and listen to no one but themselves or me, even then they’re stubborn but they get my business done…”

“And the faces of friend or foe, well, it’s struggle to balance the two when they die because everyone bleeds the same and acts the same when they come here.”

“But my true reason and endeavors for being here, I don’t like talking about it. It’s a complicated subject that you likely wouldn’t understand….”

[MOD HERE: ^ Watch “Spy’s Disguise” as it’s the prologue before Emesis Blue, you don’t have too but it’s a good idea to. I’m guessing your spy is likely a different one so he wouldn’t know (Also to sum up Engineer’s death: He and Spy had beef then Spy started to transform into his machines, it escalates and eventually leads to Spy killing Engineer. I imagine Engineer is embarrassed and awkward about his death so his answer is meant to not make sense)]

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“Oho~?”

“Well, well, bonsoir, ami~...”

“Now, I know us engineers and spies have had a long, troublesome history, but surely a kind heart such as yourself wouldn’t be bothered sparing a wandering soul such as I a drink… oui~?”

Hah! HAHHA! Good to see an old spy ‘round here. However… you look mighty familiar, pal.

WHATEVER! Have a seat, the void don’t care if yet BLU or RED… just… don’t think I’m off my guard and let me get you a drink, tell me all yer tales o’ woe and yer life before death, life of the war dogs. We can trade some over a nice glass of Absinthe?

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Ohoho~, s'il-vous-plaît, mon cher! You can relax your shoulders, for I could not harm you even if I wanted to…”

“Oui, absinthe sounds lovely~.”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

[Mod Here: Wish I could draw my reactions back but me and Engineer are having a bodily discourse on how to draw him!]

Well, that’s nice… Last guest I had was the Demoman, even then, you could say he got cold feet before he could finish his drink.

Now, Here you go. Drink, and tell me what brings you here to my lovely bar, what manner of execution sent you to the precious eternity?

(The drink because I don’t want to describe it)

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Merci, mon charmant hôte~…”

“Alas, Demomen tend to do that, non? They get their hands dirty, a job done, then flee, lest their perception(or lack thereof) become their downfall.”

“As for myself… I guess one could argue that I went out in a blaze of glory~?…”

~Sigh~ “Mon pauvre garçon lapin, my son, doesn’t find the wording of that statement as humorous as I do! Hoho~!”

“Though now that I think about it… I suppose incidents of similar nature have been more frequent around these parts, hmm~?”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

…. Pyro… easy to tell. Only freak I know who really lights up the world.

*Laughs* But, yeah, I can speak on agreement. That son of yours, interesting man. Always ran with a bat in hand and hitting some on the head… he was always so… energetic. Remember him like I remember my own spy’s…. And I can say that yes, certain….

Incidents….

Have a large frequency here, partner. I hope you didn’t run into my brothers because they can be rather violent, but they’re my partners in crime. Speaking of which, Partners of course, what happened to yours? I thought I heard a soldier before you arrived…

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“A Soldier, you say? What ever do you—…”

“Oh! Ohoho! Ha-HAAH! Toutes mes excuses, mon ami, but I think you must’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“My coup is yet to acquire a soldier at this time… I could be wrong, though. Last I heard, some of us went to… comment dites-vous? Recruit one~…”

“As for my ‘partners’, as you so lovingly put it, let’s just say: they may have gone through some horrors of their own, but didn’t come out as visually appealing as moi~ hoho~!”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“… Must be that other one that came around. One of the few that quit… My apologies for mistaking you for him, guess my time here ain’t as crystal clear. This place just… messes with your head, ain’t I right?”

“If you stay around, A soldier’s bound to appear. They always end up here the quickest…. As for your teammates ruining my floor and table of there, bring them over, give them a seat. None of us are going anywhere, let me get them a drink. Consider this all on the house, filling this void ol’ demo lost his warmth is good enough payment for me.”

[Mod Here: If I had to continue drawing his goggles, my hands were going to fall off so let’s just give them eye contact.]

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“Oho~?”

“Well, well, bonsoir, ami~...”

“Now, I know us engineers and spies have had a long, troublesome history, but surely a kind heart such as yourself wouldn’t be bothered sparing a wandering soul such as I a drink… oui~?”

Hah! HAHHA! Good to see an old spy ‘round here. However… you look mighty familiar, pal.

WHATEVER! Have a seat, the void don’t care if yet BLU or RED… just… don’t think I’m off my guard and let me get you a drink, tell me all yer tales o’ woe and yer life before death, life of the war dogs. We can trade some over a nice glass of Absinthe?

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Ohoho~, s'il-vous-plaît, mon cher! You can relax your shoulders, for I could not harm you even if I wanted to…”

“Oui, absinthe sounds lovely~.”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

[Mod Here: Wish I could draw my reactions back but me and Engineer are having a bodily discourse on how to draw him!]

Well, that’s nice… Last guest I had was the Demoman, even then, you could say he got cold feet before he could finish his drink.

Now, Here you go. Drink, and tell me what brings you here to my lovely bar, what manner of execution sent you to the precious eternity?

(The drink because I don’t want to describe it)

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Merci, mon charmant hôte~…”

“Alas, Demomen tend to do that, non? They get their hands dirty, a job done, then flee, lest their perception(or lack thereof) become their downfall.”

“As for myself… I guess one could argue that I went out in a blaze of glory~?…”

~Sigh~ “Mon pauvre garçon lapin, my son, doesn’t find the wording of that statement as humorous as I do! Hoho~!”

“Though now that I think about it… I suppose incidents of similar nature have been more frequent around these parts, hmm~?”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

…. Pyro… easy to tell. Only freak I know who really lights up the world.

*Laughs* But, yeah, I can speak on agreement. That son of yours, interesting man. Always ran with a bat in hand and hitting some on the head… he was always so… energetic. Remember him like I remember my own spy’s…. And I can say that yes, certain….

Incidents….

Have a large frequency here, partner. I hope you didn’t run into my brothers because they can be rather violent, but they’re my partners in crime. Speaking of which, Partners of course, what happened to yours? I thought I heard a soldier before you arrived…

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“Oho~?”

“Well, well, bonsoir, ami~...”

“Now, I know us engineers and spies have had a long, troublesome history, but surely a kind heart such as yourself wouldn’t be bothered sparing a wandering soul such as I a drink… oui~?”

Hah! HAHHA! Good to see an old spy ‘round here. However… you look mighty familiar, pal.

WHATEVER! Have a seat, the void don’t care if yet BLU or RED… just… don’t think I’m off my guard and let me get you a drink, tell me all yer tales o’ woe and yer life before death, life of the war dogs. We can trade some over a nice glass of Absinthe?

[misc-oc-cauldron]

“Ohoho~, s'il-vous-plaît, mon cher! You can relax your shoulders, for I could not harm you even if I wanted to…”

“Oui, absinthe sounds lovely~.”

[thebartender-dellconagher]

[Mod Here: Wish I could draw my reactions back but me and Engineer are having a bodily discourse on how to draw him!]

Well, that’s nice… Last guest I had was the Demoman, even then, you could say he got cold feet before he could finish his drink.

Now, Here you go. Drink, and tell me what brings you here to my lovely bar, what manner of execution sent you to the precious eternity?

(The drink because I don’t want to describe it)

[pechachaos]

guess who finally learned how to draw muscles and can now draw ✨HIM✨ 🩵🐟

[thebartender-dellconagher]

“Oho~?”

“Well, well, bonsoir, ami~...”

“Now, I know us engineers and spies have had a long, troublesome history, but surely a kind heart such as yourself wouldn’t be bothered sparing a wandering soul such as I a drink… oui~?”

Hah! HAHHA! Good to see an old spy ‘round here. However… you look mighty familiar, pal.

WHATEVER! Have a seat, the void don’t care if yet BLU or RED… just… don’t think I’m off my guard and let me get you a drink, tell me all yer tales o’ woe and yer life before death, life of the war dogs. We can trade some over a nice glass of Absinthe?

[thebartender-dellconagher]

Y’all, I am so sorry. The void gets a little… empty….

I can still hear the machines… I can still see that… spy… his- his… disguise..

AHEM!—

My bad, my darlings, just needed a break after all. Everyone gets tired of their job, even an old engineer- AHEM- bartender like myself

[MOD: Yeah, almost forgot this existed, I am so, so sorry!!]