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She looks afraid, at first - a bright, smothering terror that overtakes her senses, when she feels her tense. She grits her teeth. As soon as she pulls her against herself, she squeezes her just as tight, her heart beating out of her chest, her eyes bright and wide, almost glowing. She moves, slightly, but is unsure. as long as she's here, then she can't hurt her. She squeezes her eyes shut.

a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

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She notices the way she looks at her lips, the way she feels against her - she tucks it away, in the back of her mind.

She is even unafraid when Hunter bares her anger, strangely enough. She doesn't flinch, she doesn't look away - she calms. Kat knows that she, herself, is fickle and unreliable. Hunter, though, doesn't stop at anything. The Burglar often reminds herself of how lucky she is that they're on the same team - Hunter would've caught her a thousand times by now. She's glad that her sister is identical.

Kat presses closer, as if to hide in Hunter's arms. Her hand on her neck, her thumb pushing up her face - it makes her dizzy, and her eyes are, once again, focused on Hunter's. Her voice comes out soft.

"I believe you."

She kisses her, once, on the side of the mouth. It's short, almost nothing - a peck. It's grateful - and, in an odd way, devoted.

a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

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She tilts her forehead so that it's touching Hunter's, the bridge of Hunter's nose meeting hers. "...It's strange," she sighs, and her voice is a little broken. She's still afraid to kiss her and ruin it - still half-convinced that it's something she can ruin.

"You're the only person I'm not afraid of right now." She murmers beneath her breath, her eyes unwavering, her face flush.

She likes this - feeling her so close - so utterly inescapable. She's never felt her so warmly before. She wants it to last forever, so that no creeping thing can harm her after it inevitably ends. She pales at the thought, and looks into Hunter's eyes. Her voice is broken up, desolate -

"...She's going to find some way to kill me." She mutters, her eyes distant. "Some way to really kill me."

a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

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The Therapist VS THE HUNTER VS The Barman

(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 Therapist

@hazardtoons

Image credit: @/hazardtoons

You wouldn’t expect an organisation like Team Fortress Industries to invest in something like mental health treatment for its hardened soldiers. The one giving them this generous care is a woman only known by those who work at the company as Therapist - a seemingly well-intentioned lady there to give everything from a shoulder to cry on to someone to seek advice from.

There is a catch, however. Not all the information she gathers from her clients is used for good. Underlying that comforting presence is another tool of oppression used in the company.

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?

The Barman (Thomas Armstrong)

@trypo-p

Image credit: @/trypo-p

Born and raised in Stratford, Ontario, Barman is an affable gentleman who specializes in the art of mixology. Among the mercenaries, Barman is relatively tame in comparison; he gets along with everyone and is seen as an almost "parental" figure to most of the team. Whether it be telling old stories of his life back in Canada, or smacking Scout on the back of his neck for forgetting his manners, he has his ways of making the team remember that he's their elder.

Most of the man's time is spent in his makeshift bar in the team's base, or in his own room. That, of which, contains a multitude of model train sets. Sadly Barman was unable to live his dream of becoming a train conductor, but he can still lose himself in the fantasy when he's alone in his room with his models.

When he's in his bar, however, he gets to have casual conversation among his teammates. During his time working for the team he had become quite friendly with Demoman and Spy, often spending nights with them at the bar after a long battle. He'd listen to everyones worries, give them advice, then laugh the rest of the night away to lighten up the mood.

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She looks at her, her eyes like big saucers in the dim light. The room is more like a showroom than an actual living space. small desk lights are scattered across it, pointed at gemstones in little glass cases, or shiny metal bullets, meticulously placed in perfect formation, as if standing at attention, or paintings in expensive-looking frames. Those miscellaneous lights catch in her hair. It's messier than usual, her curls are messy. The bed is neatly made, the sheets tucked beneath the mattress. It seems that Kat hasn't slept there in a long time.

Still, in spite of the few sudden glances at the door that interrupt her stare - the same kind that met hunter when she caught the burglar in Europe - she sits down beside her, close, and squeezes her hand, looking into her eyes. Everything Hunter does, everything she is, seems to calm her down. There's still a tension in her - something that's twisted up deep inside of her, something she can't really drop.

She, without thinking, grabs Hunter's face again - like she did, that night she was found, but her face is no longer discerning, no longer doubtful. She's.. appreciative. She loves the way that Hunter looks at her - the way that she smiles at her. She remembers, after a little while, what she was so afraid of - and her eyes glisten, slightly. She tries to swallow it down.

a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

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made hunter in heroforge !! ❤️❤️

vote for her in round 4 of the tf2 oc contest :))) a vote for hunter is a vote for women's wrongs

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She meets her eyes, cherry-red and white, bloodshot and just barely blinking away sleep. She doesn't call her on her bluff - she'd have to acknowledge that she's pulling a ruse, too. She notices the exposed skin, her palm, and brings it up so that she can see it, rubbing her palm with her thumb. "Your gloves..." She looks up at her. "You're not usually without your bandana, either."

Her gloves, right now, are knit - not her usual.

Kat turns, and peels off her own gloves, as if to mirror, and with some resistance, too. There's a bad gash on one of her hands into her finger, since dried over, blackened, but deep. Still turned, she inspects it with some concern, and then looks back up at hunter. Her nails are perfectly manicured - shiny and red as a carnival candy-apple. Her hands are soft-looking, save for the lack of fingerprints, and the related scarring.

"I've been seeing my... counterpart.. too often out there," she mutters, sighing. "We won, though. That's what matters."

a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

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Her face breaks into a smile that crinkles her nose. She shifts closer - her response to that concern, though subconscious, is to lay that fear bare, offhandedly. Kat is terrified, idly. An ambient terror sits at the back of her mind - but right now, she's the safest she's been in a while. "I'm just being honest. That's a luxury I afford to very few people," She leans into her touch. She's more affectionate, at least. The cold of Hunter's hand is nice - like marble floors, like diamond on a cold night when no one is around, like night air. She finds herself, without thinking, lacing her hand in hunter's other.

"You don't need to worry about me, I'm alright. I just didn't sleep very well."

It wasn't technically a lie - She was up until the very early hours of the morning when she'd usually wake, listening for any small sound, looking for any sudden movement. She was, at least, certain she had one line of defense left, but it didn't help. She was naturally paranoid.

"...And, if I can ask, what made you want to come and visit me in your... well, usually personal hours?"

a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

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a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

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hunter!! how is diogenes doing these days?

"he's all grown up! fattened up nicely too, you can barely tell he used to be a runt! he doesn't need me anymore, but he visits sometimes. look how cute!!"

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Hello. The following is a message from the Teufort Census Bureau.

How would you rate your current employment?

Thank you for your co-operation.

@tf2-data-collection-agency

10/10! I mean, half of these guys are so incompetent and distracted, stealing from them is easy!

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She got in again and she didn't even take anything. What's wrong with her? What the hell does she stand to gain? I don't know what to do. I won't run away again, I can't - I can't run away again. But what the hell is she planning on doing to me? Where do I go?

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She got in again.

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[Back in her room! Yay! She's looking through a collection of photos she's.. lifted.. from various sources, smiling as she does so - until, of course, she notices one she has yet to see. In a silver frame, a new photo of someone who looks exceedingly familiar - like looking in a crooked mirror - standing beside two men, and one boy. She drops the picture, and it shatters on the floor.]

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we made out like bandits (you know how bandits are always making out)

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Does she have a voice claim?

The closest I can think of right now is Renee Zellweger as Roxy Hart from Chicago (2002) because it's high, with personality, but. like. without being a stereotype or truly unnaturally happy or sweet, which is a lot of voiceclaims i see.

+ they're both capable of manipulation (content warning for a description of sexual assault in the second video)