[[Welp, i’m here. Laptop’s kinda low on battery, so I may disappear for a while at some point, but i’m ready to RP.]]
Drabble/Open: Power
The Soldier relaxed slightly at the Spy’s explanation. A new recruit is not an easy thing to be; he wasn’t exactly a hardened veteran himself.
“Well, I can understand that. Rather bored myself. Even so, I wouldn’t advise just blithely wandering around the enemy base, especially with the weather making things tenser than usual.” He risked a small smile.
…Which disappeared as soon as the Spy finished talking. A tour guide? Was… was that a good idea?
“Oh, well, um, i’m not sure if…” he trailed off, trying to think faster than he was speaking. Despite having been there a good while, a good number of his teammates barely knew him other than the occasional yell on the battlefield. Seeing him lead an enemy Spy around the base was hardly going to give a good first impression.
“Uh…” he neglected to finish his sentence, not knowing how.
Jean does the Soldier a favor and retrieves his disguise kit (a new one, finally) as he flashes him a smile. “I am not an idiot, monsieur.”
It’s all out of the plan, though. He hadn’t been counting on being found out by anyone, even if his intentions are petty— he’s met enough hostility with the enemy base to go on prancing around during down time in between battles. Oftentimes ceasefire doesn’t even count for much beyond being made up of two meager words.
He could simply excuse himself and disappear instead, but that’s too rational for his taste, and what is a Spy if he doesn’t do crazy things once in a while.
“I highly doubt we’d get interrupted,” he continues on. What shall he suit up for today, he wonders. “And if anyone asks, you can count on me to put up a convincing front. So what do you say?”
He opens his mouth to respond, then closes it again. Was this really a good idea? What if they got caught? Plus, he barely knew this Spy, from the opposing team no less; what if he’s not as trustworthy as he says?
He stands there for several seconds, his good nature and suspicion warring internally. Eventually, he sighs and shrugs his shoulders.
“Alright, a tour it is, then. No funny business, though.” He gave the BLU a warning look before turning and muttering to himself ”Something to do, at least…” before signalling with his hand for the other to follow.
[[Alrighty, here I am. Do I need to reply to anything? I don’t think I do, but feel free to remind me if i’m wrong.]]
Drabble/Open: Power
The Soldier stops abruptly as he almost walks straight into…
A BLU Spy?
Immediately wary, he takes half a step back, ready to run or fight if needs be. However, he keeps his tone friendly and conversational, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, though his eyes betray his suspicion.
“It sure is. I thought it was supposed to have cleared up by now, but apparently not. Anyway…” He gives the Spy a brief once-over with his eyes. “…What exactly were you doing in there?”
“Quite the downer, isn’t it? All this shitty snow.” He’s glad the Soldier isn’t the sort who’d run right at him screaming American-based profanities before digging a shovel right into his gut in record time. Suspicion is understandable, moreso the caution. He’d count not getting offed without a moment’s pause a win any time.
“And me? Well— you can say I was bored out of my own mind myself. Quite new, you see. Just going around getting acquainted.” He says, shrugging lightly. True, his reasons are slightly different, but it’s not like the Soldier would want to hear that anyway. “Perhaps you can be my tour guide?
The Soldier relaxed slightly at the Spy’s explanation. A new recruit is not an easy thing to be; he wasn’t exactly a hardened veteran himself.
“Well, I can understand that. Rather bored myself. Even so, I wouldn’t advise just blithely wandering around the enemy base, especially with the weather making things tenser than usual.” He risked a small smile.
…Which disappeared as soon as the Spy finished talking. A tour guide? Was… was that a good idea?
“Oh, well, um, i’m not sure if…” he trailed off, trying to think faster than he was speaking. Despite having been there a good while, a good number of his teammates barely knew him other than the occasional yell on the battlefield. Seeing him lead an enemy Spy around the base was hardly going to give a good first impression.
“Uh…” he neglected to finish his sentence, not knowing how.
Drabble/Open: Power
The young Soldier trudged aimlessly around the base, through seemingly endless grey corridors. Helmet aside, he was in full uniform, as it kept him relatively warm in the cold weather. Sighing, he turned a corner, then blinked in surprise as he had somehow ended up in the teleporter room, the whirring of the machines suddenly noticeably loud.
A grin crept onto his face as an idea formed in his mind. He could go and visit someone else, or at least go visit another base for a change of scenery. Why hadn’t he thought about this before? He picked an entrance at random and prepared to step on.
The lights in the room flickered on and off for several seconds, while the teleporter under his feet, and all those around, slowed, the revolving din dropping in volume and pitch. Mark froze, one booted foot hovering over the now-pulsing entrance.
As power fully returned to the room and the cacophonous hum resumed, Mark slowly retracted his foot. If he left the base, he might not be able to get back later. Or what if the power cut out while he was teleporting, or…
He sighed and shook his head, heading back the way he had come. I guess i’m stuck here until this dratted storm blows over, he thought.
It’s around that time that Jean rifles through the RED base’s fridge, a bar of chocolate already hanging from his mouth (and whose treat it is does not entirely matter), and he looks up from his rummaging to watch the lights flicker momentarily before coming back to full power again. Must be the generator, the Spy muses, or the main power core itself acting up— can never tell with weather like this. He can’t say he’s missed it, but sometimes snow is better than endless sand.
The door to the fridge is kicked closed and Jean makes his way out, inwardly debating whether or not he save himself the trouble of venturing into the harsh winds outside. He came in when the blizzard had calmed some, anyway, but he can’t fully trust his luck this time around. Despite finally getting his old missing Respawn chip replaced, the electric surges are anything but predictable.
Teleporters, on the other hand, he can risk trying.
He almost walks right into the exiting Soldier just as he turns towards the general direction of the Teleporter room, and it’s the two-second delay of getting caught red-handed by the enemy that stops him from backtracking and putting on a disguise. Ah well.
“Oh, uh.” He sounds quite bashful, trying to hide the other stolen sweets in his dark overcoat. “Tough weather, huh?”
The Soldier stops abruptly as he almost walks straight into…
A BLU Spy?
Immediately wary, he takes half a step back, ready to run or fight if needs be. However, he keeps his tone friendly and conversational, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, though his eyes betray his suspicion.
“It sure is. I thought it was supposed to have cleared up by now, but apparently not. Anyway…” He gives the Spy a brief once-over with his eyes. “…What exactly were you doing in there?”
Drabble/Open: Power
The young Soldier trudged aimlessly around the base, through seemingly endless grey corridors. Helmet aside, he was in full uniform, as it kept him relatively warm in the cold weather. Sighing, he turned a corner, then blinked in surprise as he had somehow ended up in the teleporter room, the whirring of the machines suddenly noticeably loud.
A grin crept onto his face as an idea formed in his mind. He could go and visit someone else, or at least go visit another base for a change of scenery. Why hadn’t he thought about this before? He picked an entrance at random and prepared to step on.
The lights in the room flickered on and off for several seconds, while the teleporter under his feet, and all those around, slowed, the revolving din dropping in volume and pitch. Mark froze, one booted foot hovering over the now-pulsing entrance.
As power fully returned to the room and the cacophonous hum resumed, Mark slowly retracted his foot. If he left the base, he might not be able to get back later. Or what if the power cut out while he was teleporting, or…
He sighed and shook his head, heading back the way he had come. I guess i’m stuck here until this dratted storm blows over, he thought.
