“Ding-dong, dingus! The mail never fails.”

My brain: what if Messenger were an actual merc? With like, a body count and class category and stuff?

Pyro: [has a mailbox weapon already]

My brain: Yeah well… they can share.

Starter For @donnez-moi-vos-vivres

—

The bottom line was that The Messenger had gotten incredibly lucky in terms of timing. It was a Friday, most of the BLU team was out and not at Dustbowl which meant no one saw her scooter kicking up, well, dust, on the service road up to their base. Hopefully. She at least made it to the back entrance without a sniper’s bullet through her helmet which could be counted as a good sign. Messenger hid the little yellow scooter in her and Pauling’s covert parking bunker under a rock before taking a deep, steadying breath. Her ascot felt a bit tight, and in her mind’s eye she could see herself being strangled with it.

Messenger gulped, hit the code for the door, and started her trek to the infamous smoking room. Like anyone headed to their certainish doom, Messenger mumbled to herself while walking on her tiptoes and on high alert.

“Do I knock? I should knock, right? Yeah, yeah I’ll knock. Okay. Good plan Mess, good plan. Knock to let the assassin get prepared and shank you, ‘oh come in I won’t stab you’ yeah, great idea.”

After an eternity, she found herself outside her destination. The Administrator said that the door should be unlocked… probably. It made sense in a way, no reason to lock the door if everyone knows to leave you alone. Best to just…go for broke.Was it a terrible idea? Of course, but Messenger had limited options and even less self control. Gonna go out? Why not in a flash.

The Messenger counts to three before lunging forward and throwing open the door, hitting the floor on her knees and raising her hands in surrender while simultaneously making use of her Jersey heritage to hammer out a “don’-kill-have-missive-from-HQ!”

TF2 Characters I RP Without Feeling Like Said Character is Gonna Kill Me With A Wooden Spoon

Red Spy

Red Demoman

Red Scout

Whoever the FUcK Dell Conagher Engineer is. Blue? Red? Both? Yes.

The Sandvich Probably

Archimedes

The Lampyer

The last three are jokes unless you’re really desperate.

OCs:

The Jack (of all trades? Knife? Ass? In a box? It’s a mystery) -freelancing teamless merc with a Spy background that they custom classed, making it harder to get team hire.

The Messenger- one of the administrator’s longer term employees who delivers mail and information/ correspondence, along with the job of being Admin’s tv proxy since Admin got tired of having to buy new TVs every time she sent a grunt out and opted for someone slightly less likely to be killed on sight. Spy has a collection going.

New* Blu Spy- a shitty spy who’s actually trained in custom class like the Jack did but took this job for the better pay.

*new compared to the immortal head that can neither die nor respawn

Anyway if there’s a lot of interest and I get on a roll with a specific character I’ll probably make a separate blog, but for now I’m just putting myself out there.

Hooby Doobly

Well I haven’t used this blog in a good fuckin uhhhhhhh 2 years.

But mmmm… would potentially like to maybe get into Tf2 rp? Just nervous like a nerd who’s been doing solely discord style RP for over a year now.I can do most of the guys (minus Pyro and Soldier (for extended periods of time anyway)) and have a few ocs, I don’t know if anyone has any recs for buckling down on specific muses )or how to tap on the window of the community because for some reason I’m all shy atm but like, eyo) but I would really appreciate it.

Almost everything on my blog right now is 2 years old and I’m working on updating.

I still don’t think Papyrus is useless, though. Just saying.