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THE HUNTER VS Ray Wexler (GRN Conductor)

(Full matchup list here)

Alright team, here's a recap: This is a contest to determine who amongst you will take the top of the leaderboards and be hired at TFI! Simply put, whoever gets the most votes gets to move on, and whoever doesn't... Well. They'll be put down swiftly and cleanly. :}

So, mann your stations, because here are your next contestants! Vote for your favorite mercenary who you want to win the TF2 OC Contest! - P

OC INFO UNDER THE CUT!

We highly encourage you to take a peek to make your decision!

THE HUNTER

@scozthewoz

Image credit: @/scozthewoz

hailing from the london countrysides of the united kingdom, this insatiable butcher with the cheshire grin is a teenage expert at the art of paid homocide, despite how squirrely she may look! her presentation is a vauge riddle, hinted at with hyena-like cackles, a cruelty behind her constantly bared teeth she tends to mask as friendliness. she prides herself on her toys, each of them meticulously handmade and carefully hidden like snakes in the sand, every beartrap or snare serving nicely to hold her prey in place and maim them as it does so just in case one pesky rabbit weasles out! this viscera-lusting vermin prefers a more hands-on approach when she crawls out of the walls to play, often putting her guns to the wayside in favour of her beloved knife -- and on occasion, her teeth.

a taste of blood goes a long way for her motivation, you know.. why don't we give her a little push?

Ray Wexler (GRN Conductor)

@conductor-on-grn

Image credit: @/mxcrowave

The Conductor is a role that functions mainly over radio, informing their teammates about opportunities on the battlefield from a bird's-eye perspective. Global Radio Network is the only (official) team with a Conductor which really makes Ray special, I'd say.

I think Ray deserves to win because he's just genuinely having a good time! He actively goes to other teams just to give them random stuff! They're friendly to a vast majority of people, and love caring for his friends.

(…What might lose him the vote is the fact that they're British. My sincerest apologies.)

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THE HUNTER VS Ray Wexler (GRN Conductor)

(Full matchup list here)

Alright team, here's a recap: This is a contest to determine who amongst you will take the top of the leaderboards and be hired at TFI! Simply put, whoever gets the most votes gets to move on, and whoever doesn't... Well. They'll be put down swiftly and cleanly. :}

So, mann your stations, because here are your next contestants! Vote for your favorite mercenary who you want to win the TF2 OC Contest! - P

OC INFO UNDER THE CUT!

We highly encourage you to take a peek to make your decision!

THE HUNTER

@scozthewoz

Image credit: @/scozthewoz

hailing from the london countrysides of the united kingdom, this insatiable butcher with the cheshire grin is a teenage expert at the art of paid homocide, despite how squirrely she may look! her presentation is a vauge riddle, hinted at with hyena-like cackles, a cruelty behind her constantly bared teeth she tends to mask as friendliness. she prides herself on her toys, each of them meticulously handmade and carefully hidden like snakes in the sand, every beartrap or snare serving nicely to hold her prey in place and maim them as it does so just in case one pesky rabbit weasles out! this viscera-lusting vermin prefers a more hands-on approach when she crawls out of the walls to play, often putting her guns to the wayside in favour of her beloved knife -- and on occasion, her teeth.

a taste of blood goes a long way for her motivation, you know.. why don't we give her a little push?

Ray Wexler (GRN Conductor)

@conductor-on-grn

Image credit: @/mxcrowave

The Conductor is a role that functions mainly over radio, informing their teammates about opportunities on the battlefield from a bird's-eye perspective. Global Radio Network is the only (official) team with a Conductor which really makes Ray special, I'd say.

I think Ray deserves to win because he's just genuinely having a good time! He actively goes to other teams just to give them random stuff! They're friendly to a vast majority of people, and love caring for his friends.

(…What might lose him the vote is the fact that they're British. My sincerest apologies.)

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She meets her eyes - and, in spite of her sudden fear, squeezes her hand and puts the other on her shoulder. She stills. Hunter can feel her pulse through her hands.

"I'll stay," she's very quiet. "I won't go. Not for anything. I'll stay for as long as you want."

She turns her head down, rubbing Hunter's hand in her own, her thumb running across the other's fingers gently. Hunter can feel the heat from under her gloves. Everything else dissappears from her view. The hand on hunter's shoulder moves up to her cheek. She's checking for tears - her touch is feather-soft, her face is twisted up in concern.

She repeats herself.

"I won't leave. Not for the world."

[A few padded footsteps above her, then a sudden, shuffling noise make Hunter aware of the burglar's presence before she suddenly hops through the vent and lands behind her, carrying a box - set on top of which is a large - nearly flat, wrapped object - a little under three by five feet. She taps her foot nervously - a little intent on delivering these in person after her.. sudden flight, last time. She's hesitant.]

"Hunter?"

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she whips her head around, seeming immidiately to know who was there, and her face lights up upon seeing the other woman. that familiar teeth baring grin, but not how she usually wears it. the glint of the dim light on her fangs and in her oil-black eyes feels different.. warmer. safer.

"kitty!" she chirps fondly as she abandons her previous activity to turn to the other and - as always - approach her far too close. she was really quite relieved to see her, a gnawing sickness recently itching at the back of her skull finally being soothed in her presence. she stops as she notices the things in her hands and tilts her head in that way reminiscent of a dog, her eyes flicking down to them. "what's this?"

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Kat looks up, her smile faultering again as she sees her shaking, and she approaches her slowly, gently. There's a nagging feeling at the back of her mind that she's done something wrong, that she's hurt her in some way. She feels awkward, a little bit bumbling and unsure. She can see it in just how tense she is. Hunter isn't there right now, and at the same time, she's standing right in front of her.

"Hunter? Oh, honey, you're shaking.."

She stops just before she puts her hands on her shoulders, and sort of tempers herself again - she sounds painfully American in her own mind. She doesn't feel like herself. She's not used to feeling this afraid - and she realizes she's not just afraid of being rejected, or found out for some kind of farce, but that she's downright terrified because she knows the other is upset. She bows her head a little, and steps back.

"I'm sorry, oh, god, I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to make you feel like this, I could go, if you.. if you want me to."

[A few padded footsteps above her, then a sudden, shuffling noise make Hunter aware of the burglar's presence before she suddenly hops through the vent and lands behind her, carrying a box - set on top of which is a large - nearly flat, wrapped object - a little under three by five feet. She taps her foot nervously - a little intent on delivering these in person after her.. sudden flight, last time. She's hesitant.]

"Hunter?"

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she whips her head around, seeming immidiately to know who was there, and her face lights up upon seeing the other woman. that familiar teeth baring grin, but not how she usually wears it. the glint of the dim light on her fangs and in her oil-black eyes feels different.. warmer. safer.

"kitty!" she chirps fondly as she abandons her previous activity to turn to the other and - as always - approach her far too close. she was really quite relieved to see her, a gnawing sickness recently itching at the back of her skull finally being soothed in her presence. she stops as she notices the things in her hands and tilts her head in that way reminiscent of a dog, her eyes flicking down to them. "what's this?"

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She loosens, her shoulders drop and her hands fall limp at her sides when she sees Hunter's smile, and she seems to go quiet. She's.. appreciative, she's calm for the first time in a long time. It seemed to Kat that - for a long time - being in the presence of others was like balancing over a huge drop. She could handle it, of course - and sometimes, it was wonderfully fun, but it always left her out of breath and subtly terrified. This was the first time that she really knew she was on solid ground.

"...I'm really glad.. I mean - that's good." She's trying hard not to beam, but her grin show through when she speaks. Katherine Sylvia is - not unusually, for her trade - selfish. And she usually has trouble parting with anything she.. collects. Now, though, for whatever reason, she doesn't seem to mind at all. Her smile is interrupted briefly when the other woman speaks, and she looks perplexed - momentarily. She comes to a sudden realization, and tempers herself a little, blushing. She's still unsure why she's been allowed it.

"Bo.. huh?" She smiles - an actual grin. "I.. like it."

[A few padded footsteps above her, then a sudden, shuffling noise make Hunter aware of the burglar's presence before she suddenly hops through the vent and lands behind her, carrying a box - set on top of which is a large - nearly flat, wrapped object - a little under three by five feet. She taps her foot nervously - a little intent on delivering these in person after her.. sudden flight, last time. She's hesitant.]

"Hunter?"

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she whips her head around, seeming immidiately to know who was there, and her face lights up upon seeing the other woman. that familiar teeth baring grin, but not how she usually wears it. the glint of the dim light on her fangs and in her oil-black eyes feels different.. warmer. safer.

"kitty!" she chirps fondly as she abandons her previous activity to turn to the other and - as always - approach her far too close. she was really quite relieved to see her, a gnawing sickness recently itching at the back of her skull finally being soothed in her presence. she stops as she notices the things in her hands and tilts her head in that way reminiscent of a dog, her eyes flicking down to them. "what's this?"

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She meets her gaze as she falters for words, still a little nervous - naturally. One hand is by her side, playing with the hem of her sleeve, the other running through her hair. She's lost her smile - her usual, distinctive stare meeting Hunter's eyes. She's never been this scared before - mostly because she's never cared about how anyone feels as much as she cares about Hunter does, but also because she's still feeling guilty for leaving. She tips her head down, her eyes half-hidden behind her black curls. she's really blushing now.

"...Do you like it? I.. I wasn't sure.."

[A few padded footsteps above her, then a sudden, shuffling noise make Hunter aware of the burglar's presence before she suddenly hops through the vent and lands behind her, carrying a box - set on top of which is a large - nearly flat, wrapped object - a little under three by five feet. She taps her foot nervously - a little intent on delivering these in person after her.. sudden flight, last time. She's hesitant.]

"Hunter?"

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she whips her head around, seeming immidiately to know who was there, and her face lights up upon seeing the other woman. that familiar teeth baring grin, but not how she usually wears it. the glint of the dim light on her fangs and in her oil-black eyes feels different.. warmer. safer.

"kitty!" she chirps fondly as she abandons her previous activity to turn to the other and - as always - approach her far too close. she was really quite relieved to see her, a gnawing sickness recently itching at the back of her skull finally being soothed in her presence. she stops as she notices the things in her hands and tilts her head in that way reminiscent of a dog, her eyes flicking down to them. "what's this?"

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SAY CHEESE!

hunter & @sicc-nasti 's brodie being the smilerssss :3 they are so nice and not evil and definitely don't kill people and you can totally trust them!!

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She smiles at her - a rare smile, and steps closer, her red eyes wide with anticipation. She's a little bashful, still, and naturally hesitant, her cheeks a little red as she presents the pile to her - "Some gifts - for the occasion - I, uh, stopped in Madrid a while back, and I thought you'd like this one, I know you don't really like paintings, I'm- the rest were from an antique shop outside of Teufort.." She's a little nervous, to say the least - the item on the top of the pile is Saturn Devouring His Son, and the rest are.. varied - a bag of old fashioned sugar candies, two taxidermied birds, among other things. "They.. still have no idea it's missing - you wouldn't believe the counterfeit I scored.."

[A few padded footsteps above her, then a sudden, shuffling noise make Hunter aware of the burglar's presence before she suddenly hops through the vent and lands behind her, carrying a box - set on top of which is a large - nearly flat, wrapped object - a little under three by five feet. She taps her foot nervously - a little intent on delivering these in person after her.. sudden flight, last time. She's hesitant.]

"Hunter?"

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she whips her head around, seeming immidiately to know who was there, and her face lights up upon seeing the other woman. that familiar teeth baring grin, but not how she usually wears it. the glint of the dim light on her fangs and in her oil-black eyes feels different.. warmer. safer.

"kitty!" she chirps fondly as she abandons her previous activity to turn to the other and - as always - approach her far too close. she was really quite relieved to see her, a gnawing sickness recently itching at the back of her skull finally being soothed in her presence. she stops as she notices the things in her hands and tilts her head in that way reminiscent of a dog, her eyes flicking down to them. "what's this?"

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You haven't been talking to the right people. Take it from me, she's really sweet when you get to know her, I swear. :)

Why...are you so scary like...all the time everytime someone tells me about you it's the world's most feral story I've ever heard

"awwh, scary? hardly! nothing to be afraid of, love, i'm only having a bit of fun! i'm sure they're all just mistaken! ❤️"

"in fact.. why don't you come a little closer, hm? i can prove it. :)"

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life is short. post character pinups early.

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it's okay and fun to steal

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oh my god oh my GOD!!! MUSEUM NIGHTSHIFT SECURITY GUARDS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY THIS!!!

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must have felt cool as hell to be the first guy to descent from a rope to steal a museums prized diamond