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It was a cozy time ... but it didn’t change the fact that it was still jam packed and eventful , some new team member under attack as soon as they went outside of the base walls or some new radio call of an accident. Not to mention the actual battle days , the other team was very aggressive and very rough .
The engineer on the blue team was smart and genius practically and had inventions and plans the opposite team only wishes they could get their hands on . He never left thee base walls - he was the most liable of getting killed or beaten roughly to take him out of their worries but he never gave them the chance .
Usually tucked down in his workshop like an animal burrows for the winter - he only really came out when people came to him . But he always had something else up his sleeve - some new idea . A design . A hint of a realization . He had so much to look into he never could be done because there was always something new To look into *
* Knowing that the engineer always had his hands full on some new invention, his team (consisting of a medic, spy, and demoman) did their best not to bother him. Most didn’t even need to try. Demoman usually is too drunk to notice that he’s busy and is usually knocked out somewhere on a couch. Spy could care less since he seems to have better things to do in his smoke room and generally didn’t socialize with his team unless it was strictly professional. The only member who would come in and check on the engineer, bring him food and water, and/or remind him to take a break was the medic. Though he was somewhat busy with some experiment, upgrading his medigun, taking care of his birds or whatever, he made sure to at least check on the engineer at least once a day. Other than that, the engineer had everything he needed to bring his inventions to life. No one bothered him too much, he had and was given any materials he needed, his superiors knowing how well his inventions would work in**battle. It was too perfect.*
Engies quarters Down stairs had much of everything he needed , his bedroom connected to the work shop which had a staircase down to it . Inside he had everything from simple welding to the biggest pistons to get the entire shift working , he had a storage space that connected to that going lower underground and in the workshop itself , it was filled with tables , some clean , some balled with paper , other near a trash can that was overflown with trashed ideas that he had scrapped to form something even better and worth his while , some had clay or small replicas of the bigger deals . And some were stacked with books . He usually always kept some form of music rolling around the stone walls but that’s what kept him so lively and distracted him from the fact that he was bored and wanted to talk to someone , just seeing Medic on his own was a highlight for sure but otherwise he kept to hinself and bundled in blankets while sketching in his portfolio of a note book , containing Every
Completed idea he’s ever come up with and gone through with *
*though they seemed to work well as a team on the battlefield, they didn’t interact with each other very much, at least casually. Each merc thought of each other as coworkers and nothing more, only meeting together for meetings, battles, and some meals. Since they’ve only been working fir barely two years, it only makes sense that they don’t know much about each other. Deep down inside, Medic, Engie, and Demo want to get to know the others and potentially become good friends with their teammates. The only thing stopping them is the idea of being annoying or nosy, as well as the assumption of their friendships being frowned upon by their superiors. Spy, though, was content with the fact that he was here only to do his job and not to get closer with his teammates. In general he preferred to be alone, usually being found smoking or drinking while reading books/files in his smoking room. When he wasn’t there, he was usually walking around the base or eavesdropping on conversations, *
everything while cloaked. No one knew where he could be, he could decloak at any moment and place he wanted. His actions mostly came off as cold and emotionless due to his perfect poker face and need to keep things nonmanual. He expects space from the other mercs and gets it no problem.*
The engineer had a broken odds with the spy , one that made them not so good on terms . If there’s a weapon on the battlefield of miraculous degree - chances are engie made it and it is common that red somehow finds his plans and cops them over to their side and their advantage.. how . He could never figure out until prior to . He had remembered making spy a pocket watch that allowed him to be invisible to the optic neurons , making him blend-able to the environment. Once he had figured out that the spy was selling his material to the other team he had stopped attempting to socialize all together and just kept to himself , locked in a room that was impossible to enter without knowing a code that changed every night.
*Or unless if he allowed you in but sometimes , even he wasn’t sure if the medic that came in to see him was the medic at all , and it vastly bothered him *
*Spy was well aware that he wasn’t on the best terms with the engineer. He could live with that, he didn’t loose sleep over it. Sure, he sold the engineer’s ideas and blueprints to the enemy team. He only did what he had to do to make money and to keep his job. Spy remembers that day well, when Redmond got in contact with him somehow and offered him more than what Blutarch pays him in a month to sell him some of his engineer’s plans to his team. Of course he went with it, he needed the money. He still finds it amazing that the Administrator has said nothing about it, knowing that she basically runs the show and was probably aware of his actions. Luckily, Blutarch was never notified of what happened so he was able to keep his job after something like that. So what if he’ll never be good with engie, wanting to be alone most of the time, it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. The rest of the team wasn’t aware of the tension and drama between them, at least not yet. Spy did his best to keep it that way by staying as his cold, “professional” self. It worked, mind you. No questions or suspicions arose.*
Over the months engie just kept to himself more and more , not taking care of himself like he should , unhealthy , sick and out of sorts. He never went outside anymore and he almost never left his room unless if he had the most of an emergency. It’s not like anyone would care what he did anyway so there was no one to stop him. Most days persisted of sleeping in the same clothes that he worked in the next day , - drawing from the second that he wakes up without eating and begins to come up with tacky plans on paper before sketching ideas , then if he did happen to come across something he would work on it but most days were just drafting . A lot of times he would drink so he didn’t have to think about much , other times he’d just sleep all day . He had reached a pit of not knowing what else to do anymore but who else was there to care or stop him .