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"War does not determine who is right. Only who is left." Said Alicia, as she got in a heated debate about the war with Rhonda, who was clearly high on BLU Bonk!
"That's stupid!" Said Rhonda.
"You're stupid!" Alicia retorted.
"Well...you're stupid-er!" Rhonda said back. Toni, who was unseen while sitting in the corner of the room because she hadn't moved a muscle in the last hour and a half while reading her book, rolled her eyes as she sighed and spoke up.
"C-c-c-can't y-you t-t-two h-have a m-more intelligent c-conversation...?" She stuttered, with her raspy, unused voice.
"C-c-c-can't you t-talk n-n-normally, M-mutie?" Rhonda said, imitating her friend. Toni glared and stood up, and walked out of the room while Rhonda and Alicia laughed behind her back. Toni stormed down the hallway until she bumped into something. She looked up and saw the now-uncloaked-Spy standing in front of her. He looked down at her with a bored expression on his face.
"Bonjour, Toni. Ca va? (Hello Toni. Are you well?)" He asked her. She gave a small smile but tilted her head.
"C-c-comme ci comme c-ca. (So-so)" She said.
"Vraiment? P-por quoi?(Really? Why?)" he asked her. She sighed and looked down.
"Parce que Rhonda me tracasse et me taquiner sur ma voix. Et je regrette disant cela, mais je voulais vraiment son punch pour cela. Elle devrait agir plus comme mon ami et non pas quelque ... certains ... certains salope! (Because Rhonda was bothering me and teasing me about my voice. And I regret saying this, but I really wanted to punch her for that. She should act more like my friend and not some...some...some bitch!)" Toni said, her anger flowing out in her words. Spy's eyes widened ever so slightly as he brought a finger under Toni's chin and lifted her face up to look at him.
"Do not let zhem bozher you, ma cher. By showing any response to her at all will give her zhe satisfaction of knowing zhat she got to you. Don't waste time worrying about zhat. You have more important zhings to worry about." With that, he gave a small smile and released her face, walking off in the direction she came from, soon cloaking himself once again. Toni continued to walk down the hallway to her room. Within minutes, she heard a scream that sounded alot like Rhonda's.
"DAMN YOU, YA FUCKIN' GODDAMN SPOOK! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SNEAK UP ON ME FOR!" She yelled, while Alicia was rolling on the floor, clutching her stomache from laughing so hard.
"Revanche...(Revenge)" He said, speaking in French once more.
"FUCK YOU! I DON'T UNDERSTAND FUCKIN' FRENCH, YA FAG!"
Toni smirked at what the Spy had said, and was surprised he got revenge for her. She made her way to her room to read in peace.
"Oh...um...w-wait...Pop quiz! W-wha-what colour is Ge-George Washington's white horse...?" Alicia asked. She was slurring her words by now. She had found some vodka in the freezer and mixed it with some of the strange chemicals in her lab bags. It turned her skin more pale, and gave off a green tint. She was talking nonsense with Rhonda, who had stolen some more BONK!
"Er...blue...?" Rhonda guessed. Alicia made a "EEEEEH" noise, as if she had pressed the "No" button on some game show. Rhonda growled in annoyance.
"WHAT FUCKIN' COLOUR IS IT!" she yelled. Alicia laughed at her.
"White."
"...Oh..." Rhonda said, and sat back down, taking another swig of her drink. After a few moments, Alicia suddenly fell to the floor, coughing. Rhonda didn't see what the big deal was, so she just let her choke.
"If you're gonna puke, please don't do it on my shoes. Thanks." Rhonda rolled her eyes and moved her feet away as Alicia glared at her while coughing. Rhonda sighed after a moment, seeing that she wouldn't stop. She dragged her down to Medic's office and burst through the door.
"DOC! Make her shut up!" Rhonda roughly plopped Alicia on the steel table as the spaztic girl continued to choke. Medic gave a wide-eyed expression as he rose from his desk and looked at Alicia carefully.
"There's no need to give her a close-up, Doc. It ain't hard to tell what's wrong wit' her. She's coughin'. Fix it. I'll be back in a few hours. I need to find more BONK. Later." Rhonda ran out of the room, leaving an annoyed Medic and a suffering spaz to try to cope together.
Rhonda crashed from her sugar high and passed out on the floor in the common area of the base. She never made it back to check up on Alicia, who threw up after a few more minutes of coughing and fell fast asleep afterwards, giving Medic no chance to ask or consider what the cause was. Though the green-ish marks on her body were slightly interesting. He asked Heavy to take her to her room, and that's just what the large Russian did. But then he smelled his vodka on her and growled. But he promised he would take her to her room, so he decided to, just once, let this one slide.
Spy was out walking around the base when he heard a frail, cracking voice singing with the wind. He followed the sound up to the roof while still in his cloak and found poor Toni, trying to sing. She was playing a guitar, but it didn't look like Engie's.
"Is that her own...?" Spy wondered. He watched her from afar, listening to her voice, trying to hit the notes, and messing up on most of them. But he admired her persistance. It made him wonder as to why she suddenly started speaking after so long...
"Veni, veni Emmanuel;
Captivum solve Israel,
Qui gemit in exilio,
Privatus Dei Filio.
Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel,
Nascetur pro te, Israel!
Veni, veni, O Oriens;
Solare nos adveniens,
Noctis depelle nobulas,
Dirasque noctis tenebras.
Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel,
Nascetur pro te, Israel!
Veni, Clavis Davidica!
Regna reclude cealica;
Fac iter tutum superum,
Et claude vias inferum,
Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel,
Nascetur pro te, Israel!
Veni, veni Adonai!
Qui populo in Sinai,
Legem dedisti vertice,
In maiestata gloriae.
Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel,
Nascetur pro te, Israel..."
Despite her voice, Spy could hear and see the emotion she put into the song and her singing. There were small traces of tears on her face, and her neck looked a bit swelled. She was trying very hard...
"Brilliant effort, ma cher." He said, uncloaking himself and stepping into her line of view. She turned to him in shock, and her face flushed.
"Y-you w-w-w-weren't supposed to he-hear me s-sing..." She said, looking down. He shrugged.
"Maybe so, but I was curious as to where the loud, raspy, out of tune singing was coming from. I could hear you all the way downstairs. Don't leave the roof entrance open next time if you don't want people catching you." he said, giving a smirk. She glared at him, but said nothing.
"I apologize for hurting your ears with my horrid singing, Jacques." she mumbled. He walked over to her with a neutral expression on his face.
"You might sound tolerable, if you sing along with someone who has a bit of talent." He took the guitar from her and played a tune that she recognized. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. He smirked and began to sing.
"C'est un fameux trois-mâts fin comme un oiseau.
Hisse et ho, Santiano
Dix huit nœuds, quatre cent tonneaux
Je suis fier d'y être matelot."
Toni decided to join in at that point. With a smile on her face, she sang along with him.
"Tiens bon la vague tiens bon le vent.
Hisse et ho, Santiano
Si Dieu veut toujours droit devant,
Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco.
Je pars pour de longs mois en laissant Margot.
Hisse et ho, Santiano
D'y penser j'avais le cœur gros
En doublant les feux de Saint-Malo.
On prétend que là-bas l'argent coule à flots.
Hisse et ho, Santiano !
On trouve l'or au fond des ruisseaux.
J'en ramènerai plusieurs lingots.
Un jour, je reviendrai chargé de cadeaux.
Hisse et ho, Santiano !
Au pays, j'irai voir Margot.
A son doigt, je passerai l'anneau.
Tiens bon la vague tiens bon le vent.
{Tiens bon le cap tiens bon le flot.}
Hisse et ho, Santiano !
Sur la mer qui fait le gros dos,
Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco."
Every time "Margot" appeared, Toni would blush a bit. If only she had the courage to confide in someone...
"J-j-jacques...?"
"Hmmm?"
"M-my name...isn't Toni..."
"Quoi?(What?)"
"M-my name is originally Margot Carvier. I am the daughter of Vlad Carvier and Frauka Barnes. I speak Russian, German, and French and my parents died when I was four. I was adopted into the Fitzroy family and was abused every day by my foster mother. I learned not to cry and to show no emotion. I had no friends. I stopped talking. U-until I made new friends...h-here..." she said, taking a slow, deep breath. He kept his neutral expression, but his eyes held a glint of interest.
"While I am flattered you refer to your teammates as your friends, I should let you know that war is not a place for friendships...I thank you for your information. In return, I won't spread a word to anyone. That is for you to do. Au revior, Margot." He said, handing her the guitar and cloaking himself as he left.
Margot sighed as she held the guitar and cried. He had suddenly acted so coldly towards her when she told him.
"W-why...?" She asked, aloud. She silently cried to herself.
Soon, the first mission would come. And this trip would only become worse...
Hope you enjoyed.
-Noodle12