#redssniper . verse o2

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Thunk… Thunk……. Zzsh.

It’d become a repetitive sound, the dull thud of something sharp breaching past the rough potato sack material and planting deep into a soft wood post. Before the pattern had been interrupted by the sound of cut air when the target had been missed entirely, soon followed by a verbal growl of exasperation.

Lowering his arms, Sniper squinted ahead at the old target dummy. It was a shoddy thing, crudely made by someone who needed a bit of practice a long time ago, shoved into an outdoor shed and left to degrade in the elements. His arrows were buried deep into the flimsy material, crowding around the painted inner rings before gradually pulling away, his last arrow buried somewhere in the brush behind it. A couple holes in the fake head proving that the man had went for some testier shots previously.

His fingers ached and back faintly creaked in protest to the effort that had him standing, crouching, and moving whilst keeping a firm pull on his choice of weapon that afternoon. He’d been neglecting the bow, and because of that his skill had slowly waned… which wasn’t acceptable to the marksman. Checking off the evening so he could practice. During the hours previously dragging the dummy out somewhere outside of base into the “shooting range,” his aim gradually improved, but now as it begun to wane out of fatigue he thought it might be good to take a break. Setting aside his wooden bow- notched with several ticks into the sturdy wood and faintly decorative carvings- he moved to retrieve his arrows.

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"You said it, not me." Sniper returned, still not abandoning his shoulder. Thumbs hooking onto his pockets.

He waits at the sound of the others expression of pain. Head turning to look at him properly, eyes momentarily peering over the bridge of the snipers signature shooting glasses. Giving Spy a critical look, going from his face to the wound he gripped so firmly.

"...Mate."

"Are you okay?"

Spy was clutching his side. He was in pain and trying to hide the fact that he was bleeding. No one but the Medic needed to know he had been shot.

"I'm fine." He said sternly, turning away from the Sniper.

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Verses

VERSE O1 : ❝Mountain Lab❞ ― Mundy has been hired as the new RED Sniper for RED team. Located high in the mountains, after an eventful trek through the snow he's led true to his new home for however long this contract lasts. What's going to happen next? related blogs : @askredmedic @askredspy @askspybot @askredengineer @thenewscout @rengineer VERSE(s) O2 : ❝Mundy Verse ― The Default Verse. related blogs : n/a VERSE O3 : ❝Blood Hound❞ ― One of the greatest predators in the world is man. The greatest trophy a head hunter could acquire. But even the top of the food chain has their own predators. It all started back on the sheep ranch, when one by one the wooly flock went missing. Young Lawrence with his fathers rifle and took matters into his own hands to find the perpetrator, expecting to find a coyote or a fox, he found fangs. Hunter of the non-human. Meet Lawrence Mundy the Vampire Hunter (additional fees for other supernatural.) related blogs : n/a VERSE O4 : ❝Fang-Bloody-Tastic❞ ― Mundy has always been different to Australian stereotypical standards, now, ever since he turned 32, he's been different to human standards. Can you keep a secret? There's a bit more to his naturally long canines than others think. Vampire AU. related blogs : n/a VERSE O5 : ❝Full Moon Mundy❞ ― Mundy, hates, magic. For good reason. He dreads every October that comes around the corner. Where Merasmus appears and kicks off nights of whimsical spells and soul harrowing mini games. Like clockwork when the bushman got irritated or overstimulated, he takes a camping trip. This time when he returned, he wasn't the same. Could someone get that damn itch behind my ear? Werewolf AU. related blogs : n/a VERSE O6 : ❝Man VS Machine❞ ― Gray Manns take over and the fall of Mann Co. wasn't all that faced the mercenaries. A new threat beyond mercenaries in BLU is on their horizon. Without the safety net of the respawn machine, it's going to take the begrudging realization that RED vs BLU is no longer, it's now Man vs Machine. (Inspired by the Bad Day series) related blogs : n/a

VERSE O7 : ❝Bloodstained and Loving It❞

― What if things were slightly different. The Freak everyone knows and loves, for his blood thirsty drive that’s bordering predatory and liking for up close combat with a variety of different knives and swords and axes. Meet Henry Murphy, the CBS that controls verse number 07, bloodstained and loving it.

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― Additional Alternate Universe(s) ‒ Wing Fortress ‒ more to be added pinned post | rules/regulations | about the muse thread tracker | ask box

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Her teasing scold earns a quiet 'heh' and a stiff shake of his head. Of course, he really shouldn't have expected anything else. Bird business was, if only second case to the coffee, one of the aspects to their friendships upbringing. He accepts the ceramic mug with a grateful nod and relieved exhale, carefully handling it in his trembling fingers to envelope the bottom with his palms while keeping space open for the rest of his hands to lay on the warm surface. The cider inside jitters with the unsteady movement, but he is doused with relief for the warmth to restore them of feeling and movement. Sitting there just like that for numerous moments before taking to the warm liquid to better warm his insides.

"Couple. Layered with wot I had. ...Won't find any long johns on me, though." The immediate layer was a pair of fleece lined cargo pants, better for standard cold weather rather than facing the brunt of a blizzard head on. Beneath were another pair his thicker work pants, and under that would be a pair of jeans that weren't nearly as fraught with wet snow as his first layer was.

It would be the rattling caused by the window shutters that'd help him differentiate that it wasn't the blizzard still howling directly in his ears anymore, but that as it pelted the outdoors of the cabin it could still be heard whistling in the chimney and stirring the environment outside with heavy snow. Daedalus dangling the jesses only confirms the pit of unease that'd been forming like a pit in his gut, almost ignored in the face of safety and shelter, but relentless where it took little for him to re realize its existence. Coming down from Wyoming, the roads through these mountains that cut into Colorado assured a better pace kept route back towards New Mexico. With only so much standard time on contract, he rather practiced reporting back to homebase with time to spare. Taking account of the season he'd prepared enough for the cold he expected, but it looks like the weather had a desire to make the bushman bite his tail for not taking extra precautions.

Drawn out of his thoughts, he curls into the blanket settled over his shoulders with a direct word of appreciation.

"Cheers, mate. I'll be right. Really. Uh... Sorry fer showing up out the blue, an giving you any trouble. I'm Mundy, friend of hers."

It's Cold Outside (And you are a heat-acclimated Aussie!)@falconertf2

The cold was biting, and the meager jacket was doing very, very little to ward it off.Mundy could hardly feel his feet in his boots, and despite how deep into his pockets he shoved his hands, the wind swept past stealing any warmth his body tried so desperately to build. They were numb, and it was becoming almost painful how cold they felt.He was shivering something fierce, every step along the icy road a task of trying not to slip on the ice- feeling that if he fell, he’d struggle to get up again. Hip still displeased with the tumble he took first getting out of his camper.His camper. The one that had died on him in the middle of the road during a bloody blizzard of all times, he only managed to push it forwards so many feet before having to shove it off and out of the way of the road. Stuck in the middle of absolutely no where.He tried to stick with it as long as possible. Bundle up in the compartment, but with it’s poor insolation and lack of a working heater. Not to mention limited on gas. It got cold real quick, and there wasn’t much the bushman could do but layer up and wrap himself in a blanket.It ended up not lasting long. He was isolated, his means of communication with the base severed by the weather and what food he had left in the cabinets limited after such a long contract. What choices did he have?Layering up with what he had, throwing his rifle and a small pack over shoulder just-in-case, and tying off the kukri before shoving his hat on and shouldering through the door to face the snowy elements head on.Body heat taken almost immediately at that first gush of wind and snow.He didn’t know how long it’s been since he started his trek onwards down the road. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours, he couldn’t think of anything other than how cold he was. Giving up trying to think of sunny skies and beach days ages ago. Only now, there was a sliver of panic building in his chest. If he was forced to try and camp it out in the woods for the night, he hardly believes he’d make it through the night… Not with the only the supplies he had on him. Not to mention trying the successfully hunt when he could hardly manage keeping fingers still.The thought he might die out here became a very real one. So far from the safety net of respawn.Light. Is he seeing that right?He stops, standing a lone statue as the snow rushed past him trying to squint past (which, he had taken his aviators off at the start of the walk, snow continuously building on the lens obstructing his vision.) He could hardly make out what could have been a fence line, and for a few brief seconds, a light somewhere in the trees.Mundy tries not to let the relief relax his coiled muscles too much. Not that he could get any colder.He trudges forward with newfound energy, sliding carelessly on the ice that he almost falls again. He shuffles off the road onto a rocky, gravel laid one that peeled off it.Tramping forwards, he can now make at the pointed edges of a building, laden with snow and icicles. Staring pointedly at the windows, not sure if he can see a light anymore… But that didn’t matter, he’d finally found shelter! Hopefully…Coming to, he eased his way up the slippery steps that brought him to the door. … If he’d seen a light, that would mean someone might be inside. Who knows who else would be out here? Why would someone else be out here…Unless, it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. Was the cold getting to him? He really needed to get somewhere warm if so- But.… Mundy could hardly bring the energy forth to exhale, that too being stolen by the wind. He shakily pulled a hand from his pockets, and knocked.