Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Master of disguise

Well aparently I need to do some christmas giving so yeah, merry late christmas XD

3rd person

"We need names! Back stories!" Crystal exclaimed. She talked to ms pauling about it. Spy had everything on pyro now thanks to crystal and he had to make up of a name. Pyro and crystal waited anxiously.

"Im sure spy has mamy names to choose from, for pyro.... Phoebe O'Brien from Breezy Park! If you ever need another part added to your backstory, do feel free to expand upon it. Just remember to keep your story concordant to your canon and to tell me when you add to your background. It's important for all of us to stay consistent here, as well." Spy added.

Pyro nodded slowly and bit her lip. Talk about completely changing her identity. Keep it together.  S'all  just part of the job. She thought.

Pyro headed back to her room later that night in order to catch up on some very much-needed rest. It was just her luck, however, that she'd happened to run into the Spy on her way there.

"What did Reddy say about the name predicament?" he asked.

"Well, I have a new name and a backstory to match. Apparently, I'm some Irish Catholic chick named Phoebe O'Brien," she replied. Spy made a face.

"You don't even look remotely Irish. Nobody is going to buy that."

"You'd be surprised. I just gotta—have to—," she corrected, "get used to answering to it for a while."

"Indeed, Ms. O'Brien."

Pyro sighed. "Yes, indeed." Just as she was to retreat into her room, she suddenly stopped and looked up at him.

"WAIT. WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. YOU NEED A NAME, TOO!"

Spy turned around. "For what reason?"

"Just in case, you know. People will see you with me and wonder who you are."

"Not if I cloak."

"What about in crowded places? If you bump into people, your cloak drops a bit, you know."

She was right. Pyro thought for a bit, sifting through possibilities and alter-egos in her head. "You can be my Italian assistant, Fabio. You can be gay so nobody spreads any rumors that I'm having an affair with you or something."

The burning roll of tobacco in the Spy's mouth shot right out upon hearing her suggestion. No way in hell was he going to disguise as some flamboyant Italian flamer.

"I cannot simply prance about like that—"

"We need to compromise here. I'm trying to turn myself from a murderous fire-wielder to a fancy lady, and your change isn't even that bad. You're a spy, you'll pull it off flawlessly. Besides, nobody said you had to prance about. Suck it up for the mission." She swatted him on the arm.

Readjusting his tie and taking a deep breath, he straightened up and nodded, changing his demeanor. A Spy like he was capable of anything. This would simply be cake.

"You are on. If you can turn yourself around like this, I can surely camouflage as well. After all, I am the master of disguise." He cleared his throat, and then shrieked in a voice two octaves higher than his own.

"Well, HELLO! Is anyone listening to me?" he screeched with his hands on his hips, "I need a hot specimen to walk by right now, or I'm losing all hope in mankind!" With that, he snapped his gloved fingers in such a saucy manner that Pyro choked.

Spy smirked and lit another cigarette as he witnessed the woman in hysterics at his impression. He was glad he hadn't lost his touch.

"You'd better get used to that. It won't do to have you in hysterics every time your assistant speaks."

Pyro got herself together before resuming. "Yes, yes, I know. That, though, that was just…oh my God. That made my day."

"Glad to hear it."

"Yes, well. I'd best be heading to bed, because we have work that needs to be done tomorrow. Good Night…Fabio," she snorted.

"Buonanotte, Ms. O'Reilly." The name felt odd on his tongue. Calling her 'Pyro' suited her blistering, sizzling personality much more. He turned and walked back to his room as she closed the door. They didn't have very long before Saxton Hale would arrive, and they needed to be on top of everything.

Spy opened the door to his room and headed inside, unaware of the figure watching him from around the bend. Crystal laughed behind him.

"You really got to stop sneaking behind me," blu spy added.