[center][h1][color=f7941d]The Heavy[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][b][color=ed1c24]Level[/color][/b]: 1
[b][color=f7941d]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 3 - Morning
[b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Platform City Subway
[b][color=f7941d]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Majoras End][@Tenma Tendo][@Lugubrious][/center]


The Heavy was not entirely sure what to make of the small group of people - and large people considering the tall man with a funny accent and a pompous, bourgeiosie look about him - as the Russian man listened to each of them greeting and answering him on his important question. The first one, a young boy with a foreign name told him that he was no spy. Heavy looked at him, blinking a little, before deciding it was a good enough answer. He didn't sound like a spy. [color=f7941d]"Good to meet you, Akira Joker."[/color] 

The small child too told him she was no spy, and that her name was Six. While Heavy was neither bright not adept at sign language, he had grown accustomed to interpreting cryptic language by the Pyro and…its way of speaking. [color=f7941d]"It is nice to meet you too, little Six."[/color] Heavy's voice was surprisingly soft for what one might have imagined of the Russian brute, but he had a soft heart for children after all, amongst others.

At least it was the man called Slayer, who Heavy understood was meant to be their leader. Which was a surprisingly new notion for him. Sure he had been in countless battles and fought alongside his RED comrades, but he had never really been lead. Everyone just sort of…did whatever they wanted and either won or died. Heavy's suspicion of Slayer wasn't improved by his way of talking about spies. The Heavy's thick, cartoonish brow was raised at his uncanny logic, though he himself didn't understand much of it; he was just confused. But Slayer seemed smart, unlike those BLU spies…so he lowered his brow and gave Slayer a polite smile. [color=f7941d]"Yes you can, Slayer. But I don't see how you are bald, comrade…"[/color]

Yeah, Heavy wasn't the brighest fork in the shelf.

The interiour of the train was just as looming as the outside had been, not least due to the various monsters occupying it. Monster The Heavy had heard his baboosha tell him in fairytales and stories from his youth, almost as scary as Robots. But between the PA giving them more information and the group settling in a booth, Heavy didn't see any, so he still felt safe. The seats might not have felt so safe, as an audible creaking came from underneath the spot he sat down in. He had let Six get a seat before him so that he himself could have his feet halfway under the table, halfway in the corridor due to his size. 

Luigi? Brother of Mario, the Legends of Nintendo? Heavy was just as curious as to what had happened to the red plumber, though it wouldn't seem that the time to speak of such was right. Instead Slayer voiced his wish for a syno…synops…something about their abilities and themselves, before promptly speaking far and wide about himself. Just like Heavy thought, he sounded like a bourgieose, but the mention of a 'fight-club' and 'brute force' made him smile. Perhaps the man with a funny accent was a fighter after all? 

Akira continued their little presentation with himself. Thieves, treasures, crimes, it made him sound like a detective from a book. Heavy wasn't entirely impressed with what Akira said, but when he took on the mask, he was staring in amazement at the now changed man sitting next to Six as fire changed his appearance. Okay, he was more than just a Spy, which was good. Akira finished talking about him and his abilities, and finally looked at Heavy as if he was to speak. 

Oh wait, he was supposed to speak. 

Heavy took a deep breath in and out, resting one arm on the table with a loud thud and letting his other arm fall to his side. He had been asked before for his story and abilities actually, but this time he wasn't looking into a camera. [color=f7941d]"I am Heavy, as you already know my comrades. I come from Soviet Union, as far east as you can get, where my family lives. I work as a mercenary for Reliable Excavation Demolition, paying for my family expenses, but now I am here, like you too are."[/color] The Heavy sniffed as a brief sense of home-sickness brushed against his massive heart, before he focused on the little small-talk they where having. [color=f7941d]"And this…"[/color]

Another loud thud could be heard from just beneath the table as Heavy pulled a massive minigun into sight for the others to see. [color=f7941d]"…this is my weapon. Her name is Sasha, and is enough to stop any man…and Robot. Akira, Six, you two stay behind me and I will protect you."[/color] Heavy's words were sincere. They were allies now, and he would protect them as best he could if it meant getting the job done. Slayer looked as if he could take care of himself, so he refrained from including him in that offer. [color=f7941d]"And also, I have this."[/color] Heavy continued, pulling out a large, ham sandwich from his pocket. It was almost as big as his hand, which said a lot, probably big enough to fill both Akira and Six. The Heavy, smilingly began to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0QDCTLgYCg]eat at the sandwich with loud chewing noises[/url] coming from the giant, before he continued: [color=f7941d]"If you are hurt, this will help."[/color] 

With the sandwich consumed and introduction made, Heavy looked down at Six sitting between him and Akira, waiting for her do her thing as well.