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Engineer / Dell Conagher ⬤ Team Fortress 2
residential district ⬤ level three
moonblessing ⬤ sanguis
residential district ⬤ level three
moonblessing ⬤ sanguis
Then I shall see you soon. Dress comfortably!
[True to his word, Zenyatta arrives a short while after his last message. As he approaches the workshop, dark but for the light of Dell's apartment on the floor above, he's pleased to note that the weather is clear; the triple moon has draped the street in a dreamy light, peppered here and there with the strange new formations he has learned to track across this new night sky. He types out a quick message.]
Ready. :)
[Hopefully Dell will appreciate his quick costume change: a small, cropped t-shirt and dangerously low-slung sweatpants, altered to allow his tail to swish freely behind him. He'll have to thank Angela for the advice later.]
[True to his word, Zenyatta arrives a short while after his last message. As he approaches the workshop, dark but for the light of Dell's apartment on the floor above, he's pleased to note that the weather is clear; the triple moon has draped the street in a dreamy light, peppered here and there with the strange new formations he has learned to track across this new night sky. He types out a quick message.]
Ready. :)
[Hopefully Dell will appreciate his quick costume change: a small, cropped t-shirt and dangerously low-slung sweatpants, altered to allow his tail to swish freely behind him. He'll have to thank Angela for the advice later.]
[Dell's comfortable enough, he figures, in regular jeans and a plain white t-shirt. After Zenyatta's text comes in, he opens the shutter doors into his workshop not long after.
There's a regular door, but Zenyatta can probably figure out why the shutter doors are easier just looking at him. Being the triple moon, Engineer has a large pair of curled cattle horns sticking out of either side of his head.
Luckily, Sanguis is a little kinder to him this month.]
Hey there.
There's a regular door, but Zenyatta can probably figure out why the shutter doors are easier just looking at him. Being the triple moon, Engineer has a large pair of curled cattle horns sticking out of either side of his head.
Luckily, Sanguis is a little kinder to him this month.]
Hey there.
[Zenyatta beams. Ordinarily he might object to jeans- they're hardly the most forgiving garments- but knowing Dell they'll be the most worn-in, washed-soft pair this side of Lunatia.]
Dell! You are a cowboy! [He claps his hands together, delighted. Yes, he's actually pleased with that.] How fitting!
[Already he is slotting himself alongside the Engineer, threading their arms together, slim metal through thick muscle. Side by side like this, he feels every one of the inches between them in height- and the fox within him bristles with pride at the thought, petty though he knows it to be.]
We do not have far to go. Follow me lead.
Dell! You are a cowboy! [He claps his hands together, delighted. Yes, he's actually pleased with that.] How fitting!
[Already he is slotting himself alongside the Engineer, threading their arms together, slim metal through thick muscle. Side by side like this, he feels every one of the inches between them in height- and the fox within him bristles with pride at the thought, petty though he knows it to be.]
We do not have far to go. Follow me lead.
[Look, Zen.
Worn in or not, the jeans can come off.]
Hah. Yeah, I reckon so. [Engineer shrugs.] They're more of a pain in the hind, especially with doors.
[He chuckles as Zenyatta steps to his side, well aware of the height difference between them.]
Lead the way, hoss.
Worn in or not, the jeans can come off.]
Hah. Yeah, I reckon so. [Engineer shrugs.] They're more of a pain in the hind, especially with doors.
[He chuckles as Zenyatta steps to his side, well aware of the height difference between them.]
Lead the way, hoss.
[Well. When you put it that way...]
I can only imagine so! Fortunately, I do not foresee doors being a problem.
[Because he's already leading Dell towards a fire escape not far from the workshop- he's not sure which business to which it happens to belong. The details scarcely matter. All that interests Zenyatta is the flat roof to which it happens to lead, tucked away from the neon glare of the city proper.
A little foresight means that two yoga mats have already been set out, along with a picnic basket.]
Why don't we get warmed up?
I can only imagine so! Fortunately, I do not foresee doors being a problem.
[Because he's already leading Dell towards a fire escape not far from the workshop- he's not sure which business to which it happens to belong. The details scarcely matter. All that interests Zenyatta is the flat roof to which it happens to lead, tucked away from the neon glare of the city proper.
A little foresight means that two yoga mats have already been set out, along with a picnic basket.]
Why don't we get warmed up?
[For a moment, Dell debates on offering his own space - but it's best not to interrupt whatever Zenyatta has planned. He raises an eyebrow at the sight - picnic basket and yoga mats - then looks to Zenyatta with a grin.]
Hah, sure.
[He lets go of Zenyatta long enough to take his place on one of the mats.]
Can't say I'm that good at this kinda thing, though.
Hah, sure.
[He lets go of Zenyatta long enough to take his place on one of the mats.]
Can't say I'm that good at this kinda thing, though.
[Undeterred, Zenyatta settles down next to him- or rather, descends effortlessly next to him into the splits, then folds forward to touch the tips of one sandal.]
Fear not. I do not wish to brag, but I have been told I am an excellent teacher.
[Although most teachers probably don't immediately get their hands on their students as soon as they're finished preparing themselves. Almost soundless, he shifts behind Dell and places both palms on the man's back to help ease him slowly, slowly down.]
How does that feel?
Fear not. I do not wish to brag, but I have been told I am an excellent teacher.
[Although most teachers probably don't immediately get their hands on their students as soon as they're finished preparing themselves. Almost soundless, he shifts behind Dell and places both palms on the man's back to help ease him slowly, slowly down.]
How does that feel?
[Even if it hadn't, Zenyatta is determined to make sure it does. His thumbs round the thick muscle above Engie's hips, pressing featherlight here and more firmly there, feeling him out.]
Wonderful.
[His voice swerves low and soft, an intimate purr- almost literally- at the back of Engineer's neck as he bends low with him, urging the man forward inch by inch-
- and then finally lets him sit up again.]
Would you lie on your back for me? I can help you stretch your hamstring muscles.
[Discreetly, while Dell's back is turned still, he sets to work on the second part of the evening's entertainment: preparing to release his hand.]
Wonderful.
[His voice swerves low and soft, an intimate purr- almost literally- at the back of Engineer's neck as he bends low with him, urging the man forward inch by inch-
- and then finally lets him sit up again.]
Would you lie on your back for me? I can help you stretch your hamstring muscles.
[Discreetly, while Dell's back is turned still, he sets to work on the second part of the evening's entertainment: preparing to release his hand.]
[Dell's not - completely sure what's going on for a moment, but he briefly follows Zenyatta's lead until he's allowed to straighten up. He can't really deny that that little purr sends a small shiver up his back, though.]
Uh--
[CALM DOWN, DELL.]
Yeah... sure.
[He shifts to do as such, sliding down on his back to settle down on the mat. In a moment of dumb uncertainty, his hands settle over his gut.
He's not sure what to do with then, okay!!]
Uh--
[CALM DOWN, DELL.]
Yeah... sure.
[He shifts to do as such, sliding down on his back to settle down on the mat. In a moment of dumb uncertainty, his hands settle over his gut.
He's not sure what to do with then, okay!!]
[Oh, now that is an interesting reaction, isn't it? Zenyatta hadn't fully intended to start so early, but it would be rude to withdraw his touch now, wouldn't it?
There is an air of almost electric tension about the way Dell settles back, though he knows immediately that it is not discomfort so much as caution. This is new territory, and for a man of science- an expert, no less- he imagines that it does not come easily to him.
He kneels alongside him.]
Perfect. One moment, Dell.
[That is all the warning the Engineer gets before Zenyatta slides both hands around his leg, hand under the man's thigh and another around his heel, and lifts it into the air.]
Tell me when this starts to hurt. [Gently, gently, he tests the angle. If his lower hand happens to wander even lower, so be it...]
There is an air of almost electric tension about the way Dell settles back, though he knows immediately that it is not discomfort so much as caution. This is new territory, and for a man of science- an expert, no less- he imagines that it does not come easily to him.
He kneels alongside him.]
Perfect. One moment, Dell.
[That is all the warning the Engineer gets before Zenyatta slides both hands around his leg, hand under the man's thigh and another around his heel, and lifts it into the air.]
Tell me when this starts to hurt. [Gently, gently, he tests the angle. If his lower hand happens to wander even lower, so be it...]
[Dell will be real (not really, he's too polite sometimes), he's not 100% sure why he reacts the way he did. It's easy to blame it on the moons, though.
He tries to ignore the thought as Zenyatta lifts his head..]
Okay...
[It doesn't help that he's not that flexible. For all his fighting over the years, stretching was never something he considered. Zen will probably notice the tense in his muscle.
Dell tries to focus on the feeling more than the hands, and takes a breath.
... Okay, the hands are REALLY distracting.]
Think... that's good.
[Wow, he shouldn't be embarrassed about this.]
He tries to ignore the thought as Zenyatta lifts his head..]
Okay...
[It doesn't help that he's not that flexible. For all his fighting over the years, stretching was never something he considered. Zen will probably notice the tense in his muscle.
Dell tries to focus on the feeling more than the hands, and takes a breath.
... Okay, the hands are REALLY distracting.]
Think... that's good.
[Wow, he shouldn't be embarrassed about this.]
( On this fine sunny day, Isabela saunters into Engie's workshops and stands before him, hands splayed on her hips and a grin upon her face. )
I'm here to see a man about a knife-gun.
I'm here to see a man about a knife-gun.
[Engineer was oiling up his artificial hand on his bench with Isabela sauntered in. Hedy his robotic dog, bounds up to Isabela, rapidly wagging her tail as she lets out a small, tinny BARK.]
Hey there.
[The mercenary laughs as he grabs a rag to clean his hand - flexing the joints in between.]
You come to the right place. It's ready.
Hey there.
[The mercenary laughs as he grabs a rag to clean his hand - flexing the joints in between.]
You come to the right place. It's ready.
( She leans down to give the dog a scratch behind his mechanical ears. Once she's done so, she straightens and clasps her hands together. )
Excellent. I can't wait to see what this bad girl can do!
( Yes, she's decided it's female, of course. )
Excellent. I can't wait to see what this bad girl can do!
( Yes, she's decided it's female, of course. )
[Hey, Dell has no complaints. Plenty of his guns and machines (and machine guns) are ladies. He flashes a sideways grin as he stands up. Hedy seems happy enough to sit and get scritched, and bounds behind Isabela as the woman straightens out.
Without further ado, Dell steps away from his bench and towards a cabinet full of labeled boxes. Some are labeled for scrap - others small projects. He pulls out the one labeled "ISABELA" and pulls out...
A knifegun.
A proper combat knife has been soldered onto the barrel of a large magnum pistol. He handles it like a newborn child, more out of pride than any fear of cutting himself, and holds it out.]
Welp. Here she is.
Without further ado, Dell steps away from his bench and towards a cabinet full of labeled boxes. Some are labeled for scrap - others small projects. He pulls out the one labeled "ISABELA" and pulls out...
A knifegun.
A proper combat knife has been soldered onto the barrel of a large magnum pistol. He handles it like a newborn child, more out of pride than any fear of cutting himself, and holds it out.]
Welp. Here she is.
the most important thing is that it's capable of shooting knives 👀
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( Isabela's eyes are almost glittering as she gazes upon Engie's creation. )
She's beautiful.
( They really are behaving like a pair of proud parents... )
You're going to have to show me the basics.
She's beautiful.
( They really are behaving like a pair of proud parents... )
You're going to have to show me the basics.
[Dell nods.]
Polished 'er up myself.
[This is their baby now.
He gestures to a small test range he's got set up nearby. For the sake of not putting holes in his wall, he has a solid board set up with hologram bulls-eye targets.]
Sure can. Why don't'cha give her a spin?
Polished 'er up myself.
[This is their baby now.
He gestures to a small test range he's got set up nearby. For the sake of not putting holes in his wall, he has a solid board set up with hologram bulls-eye targets.]
Sure can. Why don't'cha give her a spin?
[Zenyatta feels out Dell's limits as intently as he listens for them, measuring each and every newton of tension as he lifts up, up, up- and pauses. It's not as far as someone like Genji could manage, but it would still be a reasonable starting point if this were a real workout session.
Which. It is, still, sort of. But he doesn't know how much longer that's going to last with the uneven pull of Dell's breathing and the uncertainty in his voice.
He holds the position for another twenty seconds or so, then slowly lowers his leg again.]
We may make a yogi of you yet, my friend.
[On another night. As he raises the Engineer's other leg, he prepares to release the latches on his hand.]
Breathe... [- and there it goes. Dell's leg drops, and so does his hand, settled comfortably around the man's ankle.] Very good, Dell!
Which. It is, still, sort of. But he doesn't know how much longer that's going to last with the uneven pull of Dell's breathing and the uncertainty in his voice.
He holds the position for another twenty seconds or so, then slowly lowers his leg again.]
We may make a yogi of you yet, my friend.
[On another night. As he raises the Engineer's other leg, he prepares to release the latches on his hand.]
Breathe... [- and there it goes. Dell's leg drops, and so does his hand, settled comfortably around the man's ankle.] Very good, Dell!
I doubt it. [Said with a huff and a somewhat uncomfortable laugh.] Not doubtin' you. I just ain't 20 no more.
[It's been a LONG time since he was 20, but the excuse still stands. He's stiff and middle-aged. For all his awkwardness, though, he has no objections to trying it. It was Zenyatta's thing, after all. He wasn't going to deny the omnic that.
Besides, he did it!! Hell yeah. He nods, and goes to take a long inhale, exhale.]
[It's been a LONG time since he was 20, but the excuse still stands. He's stiff and middle-aged. For all his awkwardness, though, he has no objections to trying it. It was Zenyatta's thing, after all. He wasn't going to deny the omnic that.
Besides, he did it!! Hell yeah. He nods, and goes to take a long inhale, exhale.]
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