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crocodilepuncher a demandé: G'day, Berger. Got business at Hydro?

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bowtiespy:

Hn?

Hydro? Not that I know of… How are you, Miss Roberta? Keeping… well..?

It’s a secret, then? I understand. And I’ve been quite well, considering.

That is good to hear… -he watches her, smiling a little. his smile slowly turns into a frown-

…Ms. Roberta… Do you know anything about a mercenary called ‘McLeach’?

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bowtiespy a demandé: -There is a rather harsh knocking at the door. If Mr. McLeach is indeed presently behind a door.-

percivalmcleach:

percivalmcleach:

McLeach had been packing the last of his things when he heard the knock. Signalling for Joanna to stay quiet, he went to the door, a knife hidden behind his leg as he opened it. “Can I help you?”

He stared at the Spy a moment before bursting out laughing. “Oh, that’s rich. Listen, if she’s such a baby, she don’t belong here. An’ it’s none of your business anyway, is it?”

It’s my business to look out for people who are… undesirable… -His face is expressionless. He watches the other man with lidded eyes, carefully looking him over, as if inspecting a combination lock.-

…I’ll be keeping an eye out for you, M. McLeach.

Good day.

-he bows curtly, then turns to leave-

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crocodilepuncher a demandé: G'day, Berger. Got business at Hydro?

Hn?

Hydro? Not that I know of… How are you, Miss Roberta? Keeping… well..?

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bowtiespy a demandé: -There is a rather harsh knocking at the door. If Mr. McLeach is indeed presently behind a door.-

percivalmcleach:

percivalmcleach:

McLeach had been packing the last of his things when he heard the knock. Signalling for Joanna to stay quiet, he went to the door, a knife hidden behind his leg as he opened it. “Can I help you?”

"Yeah, maybe. Why? Pissed because I fucked your mum?" 

-he ignores this wonderful piece of repartee-

I am here because you have apparently caused distress to a young RED female.

Mercenaries are hard people. Whatever you did was sufficient to make her cry, and that is deplorable.

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bowtiespy a demandé: -There is a rather harsh knocking at the door. If Mr. McLeach is indeed presently behind a door.-

percivalmcleach:

McLeach had been packing the last of his things when he heard the knock. Signalling for Joanna to stay quiet, he went to the door, a knife hidden behind his leg as he opened it. “Can I help you?”

Excuse me.

-a rather tall, gangly looking spy with a large nose stands in the doorway, frowning.-

Are you one M. McLeach?

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roadrunningscout:

"I don’t know why he did it! Are you done yet?!"

Gwen just wanted to be left alone, but was too afraid to say it outright. This wasn’t the person she regularly shared company with, nor the kind motherly lady who made great food, and therefore not someone she was willing to confide fully in.

-Berger nods, scowling inwardly-

Uhm guhnna huhv a word wuth thuhs ‘MucLeech’.

-he turns on his heals and leaves. he has somebody to talk to.-

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roadrunningscout:

"He hurt me!" comes the distressed answer, followed by some high-pitched whining. There were Berger’s first two clues-the offender was male, and some form of violence was likely involved.

Behind the door, Gwen was curled up and fighting off more tears.

Whut?!

-Mercenaries hurt each other everyday– thats what they were payed to do. If this girl has been reduced to tears by this ‘McLeach’s actions, he must have done something terrible. Berger seethes.-

Duh yuh wuhnt tuh talk abut uht? -he stands nervously in the doorway- 

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roadrunningscout:

"Just make sure McLeach doesn’t come near me!"

She didn’t explain who McLeach was. Why would she need to? Berger would find out some very interesting facts if he chose to investigate the matter.

-McLeach? Who is this McLeach? Berger frowns under his disguise, concern building. Is she being bullied by a teammate? By the way she’s mentioned him or her by name, he assumes he’s supposed to know who he or she is. He decides to see if he can find anything out. He’ll have to play it smart, though.-

…whuht’s ‘e duhn thuhs tihme?

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roadrunningscout:

Gwen froze for a moment. The only Pyro on the team was the… no, they had two now, didn’t they? The woman would be the only one of those two who’d care enough to check on her if they’d heard her, but they hadn’t really spoken, so what reason was there to do so?

"Go away!" she shouted at whoever was at the door, not wanting to deal with this confusing matter. The poor girl sounded quite scared.

-The spy gulps. This isn’t going well-

Uht’s ulrught–– Uh’m jus’ wuhrried abuht yuh–– Yuh sound upsuht–– Uhs there uhnything uh can do for yuh?

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roadrunningscout:

The crying immediately stops, and there’s some frantic shuffling sounds, along with a click of some sort. However, the room’s occupant doesn’t seem to feel like answering the door.

-The spy can hear the shuffling and clicking. He wonders if he should risk it… but he can’t help but feel for whoever’s crying on the other side of the door. He calls out, augmenting his voice to the correct muffled tone-

Hulloh? Urh yuh okay uhn thuhr?

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