A Resilient Fighter

Tessa turned her head raising her chocolate brown eyebrows up high. Great…a scout.It’s better then sitting by yourself. In one little huff, Tess gave a red lip smile, her white teeth barely peering through. 

Ceres looks down at her with a solemn expression. The people she’s come into contact with are quieter than when she first took to these fields. Things are personal and more of a mess too. She couldn’t go too much into depth with it.

“My name is Ceres. It’s..”, I couldn’t say, “nice to meet you”

Such formalities aren’t expected from her class. What her class entails is what the previous scout left behind and it’s unpleasant to deal with now at times.

She gave a half laugh and half shrug. “Nice to meet you Ceres, pretty name”

The people, the people the people, it’s always the people. It’s people that made her come here, it’s people that made her leave, it’s the people that made her come back.

She had yawned as she said it. The Scout rolls her shoulders.

Soldier, solly, same shit. You’re either dumb as rocks or lost your so called freedom. A quick glance of the scout, she knew she wasn’t the worse off.

That’s not true in the slightest. There’s always a choice, and she had chose to come back and do this. To be a Soldier. Someone that isn’t afraid to get up close and blow people to bits and pieces.

Tomorrow was her first battle in 4 years with respawn. When she left it was a never ending battle. World works in weird ways. 

Tessa turned her head raising her chocolate brown eyebrows up high. Great…a scout.It’s better then sitting by yourself. In one little huff, Tess gave a red lip smile, her white teeth barely peering through. 

Ceres looks down at her with a solemn expression. The people she’s come into contact with are quieter than when she first took to these fields. Things are personal and more of a mess too. She couldn’t go too much into depth with it.

“My name is Ceres. It’s..”, I couldn’t say, “nice to meet you”

Such formalities aren’t expected from her class. What her class entails is what the previous scout left behind and it’s unpleasant to deal with now at times.

She gave a half laugh and half shrug. “Nice to meet you Ceres, pretty name”

The people, the people the people, it’s always the people. It’s people that made her come here, it’s people that made her leave, it’s the people that made her come back.

She had yawned as she said it. The Scout rolls her shoulders.

Soldier, solly, same shit. You’re either dumb as rocks or lost your so called freedom. A quick glance of the scout, she knew she wasn’t the worse off.

That’s not true in the slightest. There’s always a choice, and she had chose to come back and do this. To be a Soldier. Someone that isn’t afraid to get up close and blow people to bits and pieces.

Tessa turned her head raising her chocolate brown eyebrows up high. Great…a scout.It’s better then sitting by yourself. In one little huff, Tess gave a red lip smile, her white teeth barely peering through. 

Ceres looks down at her with a solemn expression. The people she’s come into contact with are quieter than when she first took to these fields. Things are personal and more of a mess too. She couldn’t go too much into depth with it.

“My name is Ceres. It’s..”, I couldn’t say, “nice to meet you”

Such formalities aren’t expected from her class. What her class entails is what the previous scout left behind and it’s unpleasant to deal with now at times.

She gave a half laugh and half shrug. “Nice to meet you Ceres, pretty name”

The people, the people the people, it’s always the people. It’s people that made her come here, it’s people that made her leave, it’s the people that made her come back.

She had yawned as she said it. The Scout rolls her shoulders.

Tessa turned her head raising her chocolate brown eyebrows up high. Great…a scout.It’s better then sitting by yourself. In one little huff, Tess gave a red lip smile, her white teeth barely peering through. 

Ceres looks down at her with a solemn expression. The people she’s come into contact with are quieter than when she first took to these fields. Things are personal and more of a mess too. She couldn’t go too much into depth with it.

“My name is Ceres. It’s..”, I couldn’t say, “nice to meet you”

Such formalities aren’t expected from her class. What her class entails is what the previous scout left behind and it’s unpleasant to deal with now at times.

She gave a half laugh and half shrug. “Nice to meet you Ceres, pretty name”

The people, the people the people, it’s always the people. It’s people that made her come here, it’s people that made her leave, it’s the people that made her come back.

She had yawned as she said it. The Scout rolls her shoulders.

Tessa turned her head raising her chocolate brown eyebrows up high. Great…a scout.It’s better then sitting by yourself. In one little huff, Tess gave a red lip smile, her white teeth barely peering through. 

Ceres looks down at her with a solemn expression. The people she’s come into contact with are quieter than when she first took to these fields. Things are personal and more of a mess too. She couldn’t go too much into depth with it.

“My name is Ceres. It’s..”, I couldn’t say, “nice to meet you”

Such formalities aren’t expected from her class. What her class entails is what the previous scout left behind and it’s unpleasant to deal with now at times.

Just his luck for thinking this was going to be simple and the rest of the team was distracted, he knows he’s a sitting duck once he’s well and truly caught out. Does she know yet? It’s difficult to interpret her standoffish stare through his nerves, but he knows he has to do something fast. What was he fucking thinking, oh yes just be an engineer, very unsuspicious!

The intelligence glows in its place, taunting him for his hubris. He hates this.

He doesn’t dare speak, he’ll give himself away in three seconds flat in a one-on-one encounter and he knows it, but disguise expressions are very hit or miss, moreso on classes with visible eyes but always just a bit too… stiff. Unsubtle and blocky. They’re not really meant to be stared at for long periods and he’s pretty sure Mannco. knows it and doesn’t give a damn. 

Still, his best bet is unfortunately cocking his head and trying to quirk a brow, something natural and unconcerned overall but a sort of… normal person reaction to being side-eyed like that, yes extremely normal, very normal passing. It’s great, there’s no way–

Ceres opens her mouth to speak, like a wolf barring its fangs as a threat.

“How are you holding up?”

It’s not a question that can be answered with the shake of a head or a subtle nod. If he’s a Spy, this might be the thing to undo him. Dell spoke with a low Southern tone. Something that’s installed from time in Texas that can’t be learned in a dime of a second.

“I get the feeling that there’s a Spy walking around here”

The wolf circles around towards the intelligence as she holsters her gun for something just as dangerous. A machete of course. It glistens in the lights dangling above them as she hardens her stare. Her frown settles deeper onto her face as she switches the machete into the other hand.

Valere can’t say that isn’t what he signed up for though, something dangerous with little to no stakes that he still gets paid doing. It’s very much a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It depends from day to day how he feels about it, he thinks as he leisurely steps out of the gate. He tends to be last to leave now that he’s used to the rhythms, especially at the beginning of the fight when he benefits the least from all the excitement, and his team can be as frustrated with him about that as they like. It’s something to keep him from sulking in a corner for the whole match before he’s even had a chance to warm up. 

By the time he’s finished his start-of-the-match smoke, things have settled enough for him to make some moves. He snubs his cigarette out on the nearest wall with a slow glance out at the state of the field, and hums to himself. Good enough to move.

It’s no trouble at all to cloak and get behind enemy lines, dodging and weaving through the bursts in activity, forcing himself not to take the stab bait of some lonesome BLUs running back to the fray, he’s good at being patient when he starts out. It gets harder to stay patient the longer he takes though, the more setbacks and frustrations he runs into, and he tries to be mindful of that as much as he tries to be mindful of anything about himself. He grimaces at a RED corpse that flies by him while he lets his cloak recharge.

BLU’s defense is nothing to sneeze at today, his team doesn’t seem to be making much headway without him (which is still not his fault), and he’s not too enthusiastic about dying for a few key plays that probably won’t even be taken advantage of. But what else is he supposed to do? He hates pushing for objectives.

… He eyes the corridor that’ll take him to the intelligence room despite himself, glancing back the way he came and hearing the start of another firefight. He might as well do something with his time, right? What the hell.

She’s about to reach out to it and feel the cool grip of the hilt of the prinny machete when she hears someone drawing near. Her bones still as her muscles ache with anticipation, tempting her to move and let loose on her nerves. Do something, do something, they mock as she tenses and hesitates. The end of a flamethrower is pressed into her stomach and there isn’t any time to scream. Ceres is sent to hell the moment her jaw opens and her fingers clench around her melee.

The Pyro tilts its head with amusement behind those demented eyes as her health is melted off her skin. As she falls to her knees, the Pyro leaves, and she’s gone as well. Consciousness slips to black before becoming a blinding white.

Ceres awakes in the spawn room with a chill down her spine. Dying was a finicky subject around these parts and at times she still didn’t understand it. It was strange and surreal, begging the question of “Did that really just happened?”. Still, there isn’t any time to sit down and think about impractical philosophies. A war was raging about and she was needed once more as she has always been. Ceres wiggles her arms out before heading to her locker to re-stock on her Bonk! and ammunition.

When everything is in the palms of her hands, she feels ready. The Scout takes a deep breath before deciding to head back out. The first thing that she goes to check up on is the defense. She had faith in her team to not fall so easily and the feed didn’t lie about it either. They were doing well in defending the intelligence as she’d like to believe but... but there was always that chance of things going wrong once one got too comfortable.

Backpedaling towards the right corridor and down the halls, the sound of bullets, bombs and the wounded echoed around her as she made her way to the intel room. Her Shortstop was gripped with a scowl. Although it meant that they were doing their jobs, she didn’t like it. It felt awful, but, it wasn’t something she could mute. Ceres peaks her head in to see that the briefcase is still there. Their Engineer comes down the left corridor as well to make his rounds.

“...”

She stares at the other for a moment, on edge from her previous death and from where he was coming from. Why would he becoming from over there if everything was in the front? His safety is assured by the nest he’s made with the other defense classes.

Maybe she’s being paranoid.

“O-oh. Um… We’re not close.”, her voice cracked as she spoke. The thought was painful, making her chest clench up due to the rush of emotions. Her heart desperately wanted to spill everything out, to vent about what happened. However, her brain would never let her, just wanting to act like it never happened. 

“That doesn’t matter though.”, she stated coldly.

“I’ll lend you some”, she decides.

Her mom sends too much at a time anyways. It’s like she wants her to become a cannoli from how much she has to eat in order for them to not go bad and get wasted. Which is also why she chooses to jog in this heat. To burn the cannoli calories and to build endurance. Mostly the cannolis– but anyways!

“My mother sends me them from home, although, they aren’t to crisp when I get them from the mail”, she offers.

Send me a symbol to say why we aren’t making sweet threads together!

● - You seem so busy …

○ - I ship our characters but I’m a little embarrassed about it

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas

■ - I have some ideas, but I’m scared you won’t like them

▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet

▼ - I don’t know if you like my muse

▶- I think you don’t like me …

◀- Let’s do an AU!

◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …

♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?

“Thank you. And don’t worry, I haven’t either. We’re still young, no need to worry.”, she smiled reassuringly and gave a playful wink.

Listening to her story made Rose smile. It was scarily similar to her life, yet so different. She came from a big family too, not as large but still big. Though, she and her half-siblings weren’t ever close. Also, her stepfather wasn’t Italian, so many of those family values were missing from her childhood. For a moment she wondered if this was a spy messing with her, due to how similar their lives seem to be. However, her suspicions eased when she remembered how Italian culture is. 

“My family and I are further apart these days actually, but, we try to keep in touch”, stop.

“Sometimes I’m sent some letters and cannolis”, stop.

Yet, talking to Rose about these little moments of heaven felt easy. Inviting, even. Mentally, the older woman slaps herself in the face. If the other proved to be a Spy then, she’d have something to hold over her. Something to use as a way to get what she wants! Of all the things that a Spy could toy with, it was always family that hurt the most; because, they were the ones that were closest to the heart.

Ah, it seems to be working now…excellent.

Ahem…

Hello, I am the Blu Spy. I’m currently being held against my own will here in a fridge at the Red base. The good doctor has been kind enough to lend me a laptop. The only reason I created this account is so I can contact outside assistance, whether it may be from my team or any sympathetic imbeciles. In the meantime I’ll appreciate it if anyone could send me a solid escape plan, in case no one is willing to end my misery. Otherwise I am not interested in anything you may have in mind. Now…va-t-en s'il te plaît.

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