Intro - Action/Video

[not_onyourside]

[Well that had been an interesting respawn. One moment he's on fire, the next he's waking up in a warm squishy bed with a very attractive nurse hovering around and making sure he was comfortable. Spy might have acted on that, had he not succumbed to his initial panic of being maskless

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[meettheknife]

[marshmallows is a legit tag]

[He's following BLU Sniper's handy little hint about the hospital. Pretty much everyone in Paradise wants out of Paradise and the hospital that they woke up in would likely shed some light on the situation.

He's been ignoring his 3step and he isn't really trying to be subtle, he's meandering the halls acting as though he has a purpose so as not to arouse suspicion.

It's when he sees what he can only describe as himself sitting on a bench that the plot truly thickens. He creeps a little closer, out of the line of the other's vision and stands over him, looking curious.]

Are zhose marshmallows?

[meettheknife]

I can only imagine. Only I do not wish to.

What are you 'aving? It is my treat.

[not_onyourside]

Non you do not, eet ees not pleasant.

[He glances at the board on the wall.]

Just tea, zhank you.

[meettheknife]

Easily done. Why don't you pick out a seat.

[He steps forward to order, getting the tea as requested and his hot chocolate. He pays with a smile and turns to find where the other went.]

[not_onyourside]

[The Spy selects a high-backed booth where they both can have a view of the street, the exit and anyone who enters the building. Once a Spy, always a Spy.]

Mes remerciements.

[meettheknife]

Not a problem.

[He can't help but smirk at the choice of seating as he slides into place.]

It was ze least I could do. When I first arrived, I was chased about by a dog.

[not_onyourside]

Zhat sounds unpleasant. I merely had zhe misfortune of having a Pyro on my own team zhreaten me.

Just like home.

[meettheknife]

Pyro seems to 'ave appointed zhemselves as ze reverse welcoming committee.

[He smiles as their drinks are set down in front of them.]

Incidentally, ze dog ended up being BLU Sniper. Do you still 'ave zose marshmallows?

[not_onyourside]

Zhere are better zhings a Pyro could be doing wez zheir time.

[Like staying far far away from him.]

Zhe dog was a Sniper? Eet ees actually not zhat far of a stretch. I assume he ees far more agreeable as a dog.

[He hands over the bag of marshmallows.]

But of course.

[meettheknife]

As long as it does not involve fire, I am alright...

Hrmm...'e came to make sure I did not do anyzhing suspicious. 'e took a chunk out of my suit, but 'e let me scratch 'is ears.

Merci. [He takes three and drops them in, stirring them around.]

[not_onyourside]

You got to scratch a Sniper's ears? I am jealous. Even as a dog zhat ees quite zhe achievement.

[meettheknife]

I am fairly certain 'e is 'olding it against me. Zough, compared to our friendly Sniper, 'e is rahzer pleasant.

[not_onyourside]

I do not zhink he would be pleasant to me. So perhaps I have nozzing to lose by trying to pet him.

[meettheknife]

Nozhing but an arm. [He takes an innocent sip of his drink.]

[not_onyourside]

Well perhapes eef we die here we go back.

[He shrugs and sips his tea thoughtfully.]

Zhat would not be so bad.

[meettheknife]

Is it a risk you are willing to take, zough? What if you become stuck in some sort of limbo?

[And not the funky dance either.]