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WAVES. i think hunters really fun i loooove her slasher vibes so uncommon question beam go! would you get along with her / would she get along with you.

omg hi !!!!! :D thank you!!!! good question i love uncommon questions

yeah i think we'd be besties we'd go wreak havoc on the local spencers and steal shopping carts and push each other down hills 🫶 she'd kill people that make passive agressive comments about my cane and teach me how to butcher a whole cow and we'd pierce ourselves with safety pins and our joined bpd would either cause nasty hospital visit worthy fights or connect us inseperably forever maybe both

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Would LOVE to hear from Mod about any of Hunter's design inspiration or fun facts!

eeehehehe thank you for giving me an excuse to rant 😈😈

her design is actually heavily inspired by rambo! i thought those military/action movie elements added the mercenary pizazz to an otherwise basic hunter's getup. the raw leather and fur in her outfit is meant to evoke that sort of wild vibe. i also thought a lot about functionality, since that would be something she thinks is important. no sleeves to get caught on things but long fingerless gloves to protect the hands/arms from sharp metal while retaining nimble fingers, heavy duty boots for trudging through rough terrain, hair above the shoulders to not get snagged and pulled back with the bandana to stay mostly out of her face, stuff like that. her teeth necklace kind of breaks the rule, but only because it's something sentimental to her and shows off her knack for keeping trophies.

her character overall was first inspired by the saw movies! she's meant to have the gritty aura of saw, classic slashers, house of 1000 corpses and grungy/gorey media of the like. she's very dog/wolf coded and is generally meant to embody an apex predator through and through, in all sense of the word.

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sorry for being inactive so long, no asks in the box and no motivation :( mod's been very depressed

however: a whiteboard doodle !

big fat smooches to everyone participating in the tf2 oc contest!! you're all very lovely and i like all your little guys 🫶

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THE HUNTER VS Addison Pavone, Scout

(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?

Addison Pavone, Scout

@theshelledonespods

Image credit: @/theshelledonespods

Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, Adds is as… well, decent a mercenary as you could ever ask for. Fast-moving, fast-talking, and relentlessly annoying, she's run jobs for TF Industries as Team Bunker's Scout for years now. Yes, that's right! Bunker! My fanteam! She’s not some no-name Fortress punk scraped from the bottom of the barrel, no, she's a no-name punk from the upper dregs of the barrel! Just as disposable as Fortress’ no-name punks, though, which is made abundantly clear when Bunker is contracted out to both Redmond and Blutarch Mann in order to finally take care of their blasted brother's mercenaries. Fortunately(?), Addison and her petty rivalry against Scout is one of several spanners in the works that sends this whole scheme flying off the rails and directly into Hell. I love her. I hope you love (or at least tolerate) her as well.

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2.0- the guardian and the searcher (vi, cait)

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Maybe number 4 from the uncommon questions thingy? :]

— @wastelandtherapist

hii cherry!!

it doesn't take much to earn her fancy or her friendship, but it takes a LOT to earn her trust. she can be fond of or close with someone without actually trusting them at all, which makes it tricky. it takes quite a long time of consistent reliability, understanding, and loyalty for her to grant someone the privilege. she shows it through small actions like letting them do things for her, allowing them power over her in certain situations, and revealing things about herself she usually hides. it's all very subtle.

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What triggers nostalgia for Hunter most often? Do they like the feeling?

"the smell of rotting meat... and old wood. and hospitals. lots of smells, really."

nostalgia's a complicated feeling for her. pleasant at first, but with a bitter aftertaste. she enjoys it because it's familiar, safe in a way, but she doesn't like to remember.

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Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

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GO BURGLAR GO !!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Katherine Slyvia / The Burglar VS The Mecha

(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!

Katherine Slyvia / The Burglar

@kleptomaniask

Image credit: @/shepswrath

Katherine Slyvia - or Kat, to those who know her, is quite the character. Born and shortly raised in Salt Lake City, Utah, She skipped town very young, after years of confinement… if only to menace several American states and almost get caught in a heist at the Met. Fearing the Law was now aware of her, she hopped the pond and landed in Europe, where she went from country to country and continued to silently torment anyone who didn't know to keep everything bolted to the ground. She's especially trained at the art of theft, deadly quiet and intelligent, but she's never been particularly personable. Most people who speak to her find her strange, though they aren't sure if it's the wide-eyed stare or the complete lack of emotional reaction. What they fail to take into account, however, is the empty pocket where their wallet used to be.

The Mecha

@clovert3a

Image credit: @/clovert3a

Meet The Mecha!

Born around Osaka, Japan, the Mecha is the not-so-typical nerdy girl with her gigantic robots and mech suits and a reserved personality. When you need a tank to absorb bullets and protect a team, she is one of your best bets. With her 20-foot mech suit, her shield, and machine gun, she can become quite a threat to the enemy team. She is best used to lead a charge and absorb potential damage for her teammates, with her mech’s HP being 400 (overheal being 550).

Mecha’s main weakness is (like Heavy’s) her lack of speed. Because of her large mech size, she is unable to run off quickly from danger (especially when firing her machine gun or spreading her shield). But! When she uses her ability, Auto-Pilot, this isn’t an issue anymore.

Auto-Pilot is Mecha’s ultimate ability and must be charged up by the amount of damage she shields from her teammates. Auto-Pilot is when Mecha puts her mech on “auto-pilot” and jumps out of her mech to fight in the battle on her own. She isn’t fully vulnerable though, as her speed is only slightly lower than the Scout’s (120%) and she has her trusty Tachi sword which can do a lot of damage in the right circumstance.

Mecha’s typical primary weapon is her machine gun (while in mech), out of mech her primary weapon is a Glock 17 (full-sized handgun). Mecha’s typical secondary weapon is an AR-15 (in mech and out of mech). Her typical melee weapon is either her Tachi sword or her Katana.

Mecha was born in Osaka, Japan. The exact location is unknown, even to Mecha herself. She has lived only with her single father, and Mecha has been told that her mother passed away from childbirth and her father doesn’t like talking much about it, so that’s all she knows. She was raised with the intention that one day she’d become a mercenary. And that is what happened. She started doing mercenary work alongside her father at the young age of 13. She would use her high intellect and passion for robotics and machinery to aid her in battle. Things she’d create such as new and “improved” weapons she had stolen from her dad, drones, etc.

After years of her mercenary work she one day, at the age of 16, presented her first ever mech suit to a robotics fair in Tokyo and was asked to move to Australia and learn more about robotics and engineering there. She took the offer and stayed in school for 3 years. After 3 years of schooling, she surprised her dad one day by visiting him and telling him how she’d continue mercenary work with his help.

Now her father after a few years of working with him, wants Mecha to go off on her own without him. Hence why she's now applying to work at the RED team!

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my fucking pen ..

As a gift to my good friends, the entire tf2 fandom, here is a character sheet template I’ve created. Regular, and a version that looks like its on a desk :)

Feel free to use for your OCs, sonas, or even canon characters, go absolutely nuts.

EDIT: Oh and if you don’t have a piece of your characters story figured out, feel free to redact whatever you want!! or if you just don’t want to share that info about them yet, or for any reason!!! redact whatever you want!!

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updated her reference 🫶🫶 everybody say hi

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The Bandit (Evan) VS THE HUNTER

(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 Bandit (Evan)

@evangelina830

Image credit: @/evangelina830

Name: Evan Age: 23 Weight: 112 lbs Height: 5’0” Role: support Ethnicity: Mexican/American Origin: California, USA Primary: Machine pistol Secondary: RPG Melee: Bowie Knife Speed: 95% HP: 150

Personality: Despite sneaking around, being apart of their stealing technique, they have a usual very silly personality similar to Scout. They joke around a lot, and sometimes get loud depending on their mood. Abilities:

stealing

trading

sneaking

Likes:

Piano

Art

Comics

animals

Making deals/money

Backstory: as a baby, they were picked up off the side of the road, but they looked a little strange. Growing up in California, they were raised by a family of one mother, six sisters and one brother, being the third oldest of the group. They wear a human disguise because they are a secret alien shapeshifter exploring earth! (They are actually from Venus…)

Facts:

both Bandit’s use they/them pronouns.

The BLU Bandit is actually the original, the RED being the true clone. Both bandits often, casually, switch teams because they get along with them better. Although they do fight with their friends during battle!

A strange fact about Eva, is that during Evan’s cloning, they were recognized as a human, therefor, they are not an alien like the BLU Bandit.

Eva is rather monotone and speaks a lot less than Evan. Although, they are kinder if you get to know them, despite looking angry as a resting face.

Evan has a tortoiseshell cat named Molly, back at home

They shake violently when having caffeine, and since they have anxiety they either get a burst of energy, or get anxious (choosing to ease their nerves by running or dancing), so they ‘aren’t allowed’ to have it, but would do anything to get their hands on coffee cause they love the taste.

Oddly enough, BLU Bandit melts into a puddle (literally) when they feel a strong emotion (like nervousness, excitement, or extreme pain - so they often melt when they die during battle), but it’s somehow a normal thing to the others.

Relationships: Scout: He’s just too much similar to Bandit. They often bicker (usually in a playful way). Though sometimes, they like to talk about comics together.. they have a relationship similar of siblings. Pyro: Bandit and Pyro love to craft together! Even if it’s with the blood and guts of their enemies. Evan is also a good translator to his mumbling. Soldier: These two often play fight like animals, but Bandit teases him more than actually doing something. They bond over their love for raccoons and rockets! Bandit sees him like an uncle or a ‘stupid older brother’. Heavy: Bandit and Heavy have a father-child like relationship. Like they do to others, bandit likes to mess with him, but he doesn’t react as much as the rest do. So taking that into consideration, Bandit is calmer around him and nicer. Engineer: The last thing this Engineer needs is for a sneaky thief to steal parts of his machines! He gets frustrated with them sometimes, but they’ve got a silly thing going on. Bandit sees Engi like an uncle, and he sees them like an annoying little nephew. Demoman: they are very close with him - If he isn’t with Solly, he’s with Bandit or both of them! And Bandit seems to have a little crush.. they exchange platonic kisses sometimes and play piano together, but perhaps it’s a bit more than friendly. Spy: Their favorite thing to do is talk about romance and banter about how more sneaky one is. And sometimes, they secretly gossip to one another… Medic: The Medic may be the only one Bandit is afraid of, just a little. Half of their interactions are passive-aggressive. Though, on some occasions they get along relatively well, and like to talk about silly things. Sniper: While sniper studies aliens, it doesn’t help that he works with one, though he doesn’t know for sure (even though he’s correct). Bandit knows this, since Sniper sometimes tries to call them out, but they ignore it, protecting their secret, by playing it off as a joke. Besides that all, they’re quite good friends.

Why did I add (BLU) Bandit into this and why should they be voted for? Bandit is my most developed TF2 oc, inspired off of myself! I put a lot of love into their design and lore^^ I think others should vote for them because they are a secret ALIEN!👽 a funny and kind one! And I do hope others enjoy them as much as I do :3

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?

[thebubblybutcher]

she stares past kat into the distance as they embrace again, providing a tight and secure hold, but stuck almost.. suprised. caught off guard. slightly stunned as kat buries into her. she feels the warm tears soak her shoulder and sudenly, a weight. someone is relying on her. not for her usefulness, but seeking for her comfort. anxiety-inducing. entirely alien. but.. the weight was nice. like a hug to the raw heart, like a fullness she's never really experienced.

she was afriad for a moment. kat had shed her skin, vulnerable and bare, entrusting that to her. hunter knows it's in her nature to take advantage of such things. to hold it over someone's head and puppet them with it, to get what she wanted out of them. but she looked at her companion's shivering form in her arms, and the only thing she could make out in her terrible tangle of wild thoughts and feelings wasn't anything of cruelty. only this odd, prickling warmth that formed a lump in her throat. and that startled her, too. she looked her over with a strange sort of wonder, took a moment to almost admire it, how this one woman could effect her in such a way nothing else did. could scare her like this. could trust her so much, vile as she is.

the quiet words from the other made her face twist, furthered her confusion. it almost made her.. angry. a creature such as hunter didn't deserve a thing, and certainly not this. she didn't deserve to be trusted like this. she felt the urge to pull away, to punish herself, to distance from kat before she inevitably did harm. but it terrified her to think of letting go. that same terror that drove her here in the first place. and she held on tighter. she was silent for a moment to gather her thoughts, settle the storm, swallow the lump. her tone was firm, concrete, leaving no room for argument.

"where you go, i go."

she softens. one hand slides up under the scarf to kat's hair, gently tangling in the choppy curls as she cradles her head on her shoulder. despite the overwhelming, maddening, slightly sickening swirl of feelings, her quiet words are steady. with kat, the world felt more steady. less dark. less cold.

"no need to worry, now."

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

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hunter squeezes nearly painfully when she hears the other begin to sob. heart wrenching sobs that shoot an unfamiliar arrow-sharpness through her chest, something similar to panic but not quite, something overwhelming that makes her feel slightly sick. she's shaking a bit herself as she holds kat in her vice grip. she hasn't felt anything like this before, such an intense, burrowing heart-pain that throws her in a spin for a moment. she doesn't like it. not at all.

at her broken apologies, she finally pulls away to look at her, black eyes yet again meeting red. she grips her shoulder while a slender hand slides up the other's cheek. pressing in, her deathly cold seeping into living flesh. rough and calloused, yet careful. her brows furrow deeply at the question. she raises her voice, not in anger, but in incredulity.

"you think i'd just let you just run off?"

she steps closer so their bodies are practically pressed together and tightens her grip as she pauses to take a quick look around, scanning the dark street with hawk-like eyes. then she looks down, settling herself. there's a long moment of silence. thought. when she finally speaks again, her eyes to the ground, her voice is quiet, low. her tone indicates she's holding back from saying what's truly on her mind.

"i.. needed to make sure you were alright. that's all."

she looks back up, though stops before meeting eyes. a hand reaches behind her and emerges with her red jacket, the one she had left behind. folded neatly like she had taken good care of it, a certain care usually only extended to her most personal and beloved items. she shakes it out and gently drapes it over kat's shoulders. wraps her in it, as if trying to keep her hidden and safe underneath. her next words come out in an almost whisper.

"a little roadtrip's no issue for me. i owe you, anyway."

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

[thebubblybutcher]

she felt katherine's hands on her cheeks, solid, cool pressure, and knew she was real. too real. her presence there after what felt like an eternity of only fickle thoughts, blurry dreams, ghosts of her just out of reach. her presence, warm and comforting and grounding. it took hunter a little while to fully absorb. for her feet to feel the ground again.

after kat's small words, she holds her gaze for another moment. she feels a pang of something unfamiliar, something sharp and fuzzy all at once, accompanied by a sudden, intense urge for something she didn't care to discern. she lurches forward and wraps herself around the other. her hands clutch and claw as if holding onto something beloved and long lost, cold palms smoothing over the familiar texture of her soft knitted sweater. her embrace is tight, reverent, protective in a way. she holds her like she's afraid to let go. head falling, she nuzzles into the crook of kat's neck and takes in her faint scent. her breathing has started to shake, as does her voice, quiet and raspy like she hasn't used it in quite a while.

"there you are.. there you are.. it's alright... it's alright, lovely. i've got you."

so uncharacteristically gentle. so endlessly relieved. it's a tone no one would have ever expected out of such an invidual as hunter. she spoke like katherine was something simply too precious.

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"