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Aug 6, 2010 9:30:24 GMT -5
Post by Tempest Reign on Aug 6, 2010 9:30:24 GMT -5
Slowly, life and strength trickled back into Colette's limbs and she found herself able to stand without choking on new air. Lane took a little bit more time to recover, more psychologically abused then physically. Colette's sympathy didn't run all that deep; he HAD been told it'd be a battlefield. Granting, running into this particular Pyro on his first day, especially when he hadn't expected it, was in itself unnerving.
"I promise that not all of the REDs are like that. They are usually more...ah, spatially respectful." She said aloud, breaking the new recruit of his baffled stupor. A casual lie; most of the REDs were, in fact, that insane but they usually didn't waste their time during the nightly cease-fire to do the exact same thing they had been doing only a few hours before. No one took the war that seriously.
Lane glanced up at the woman as she spoke, inwardly scoffing at the idea. He'd already decided that everyone on this base was clinically insane, including her, so her reassurances did him little comfort. After a moment of silence on his part, she seemed to give up, shrugging nonchalantly and moving over to peer into the flaming train car. Nothing. Absolutely nothing could be scavenged; most of the boxes and their contents were already aflame. The chaos on the other side of the train had died down though, and because she could finally move without tripping over herself, Colette stooped to pick up Lane's ruined jacket and her own singed pants and folded them over her arm.
"Well, come on then. We might as well see what the damage is." She said with another shrug, reaching down to help the abused BLU to his feet. Lane just stared at her, eyes trailing down for a split second before snapping back up to the woman's face with a sheepish, questioning little look. Colette shrugged.
"At least one of them has seen me in less." And with that, she tossed the man his jacket and made her way around the train to the other side. Lane just stared after her.
"....Every one of them. Every one of them is completely and utterly mad." He muttered to himself, wide-eyed and shaking his head as he followed the woman.
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The crack of the shot and the sight of the Pyro dropping onto one knee was enough; Sebastian had done his job. The minute he had seen Russel squirm out from underneath the Australian (a particularly amusing sight that he would DEFINITELY have to bring up later) with a shovel in hand, the Spy had dropped his weapon and his guard and let nature take it's natural course. What was, in this situation, a shovel to the back of the Pyro's masked face. As the firebug slumped to the ground, Sebastian slid off of his perch on the crates and glanced towards the door. He should probably head off to the Respawn room and go find Colette; she hated fire and Respawn and he hated waiting, so neither of them were going to be in a particularly good mood. It was too bad about the greenhorn though. The timid little thing hadn't been synced with Respawn yet, so he was either dead or nearly there. Sebastian shrugged. They didn't need a new Spy anyway.
Not quite ready to face a disoriented and Respawn-sick Colette yet, the BLU meandered over to the rest of his team circled around the fallen Pyro. The new recruits had started to wander out tentatively, as if they expected something else to leap out of the shadows and attack again.
"You should probably give that back to the Soldier you lifted it off of boy." Sebastian suggested as he approached the little group, gesturing to the shovel in Russel's hand. "I can hardly imagine what he's thinking of doing to you right now." Another glance was cast down to the few meager rations that Colette and the newbie had managed to get off of the train before it had erupted into an inferno.
"Such a shame..."
"Oui, and more so because nothing else can be scavenged." Sebastian's head shot up, startled. Colette had suddenly appeared from around the head of the train, followed at a safe distance by the newest Spy. She looked a little worse for the wear, jacket sitting helter-skelter around her shoulders and with soot stains on her balaclava, but otherwise intact. And virtually naked from the waist down. Thankfully the woman had enough tact to wear practical underwear while sharing a base with a miniature army of men, but it wasn't liable to shock the group any less. All except the female Demo of course, who just let out a deafening laugh and a "Good on ya lassie!"
Sebastian's stony glare immediately hardened and bolted over Colette's shoulder to the new Spy shuffling up behind her. If that little rat was the cause of this...But the woman had already sensed her partner's misdirected anger and held up what was left of her singed pants.
"It was these or Respawn. I chose life." She said firmly, closing the subject and moving over to what little they had managed to spare from the flames. They hadn't been depending on this resupply for life, but what had been spared was not nearly enough to keep the group going for another month or so. Either headquarters was going to have to send another train (not nearly as likely as it should have been) or they were going to have to look to the desert and the REDs for another source of supplies. Somehow...
"So...what exactly are we going to do with the homicidal arsonist?" Lane asked from outside of the little ring of people, glancing down to the massive figure splayed out on the ground nearby with a hint of hesitation. Sebastian chuckled dryly to himself.
"Good question."
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Aug 6, 2010 21:44:18 GMT -5
Post by Avery on Aug 6, 2010 21:44:18 GMT -5
Avery was stalking around the BLU base; it was the perfect time to attack according to the solder. He wasn't amused that they had pushed him into this mess however. Walking soundlessly around the corner he caught sight of the events taking place, the pyro was doing a wonderful job from what he could tell. He smirked when he found his sniper. 'Not so 'igh and mighty now oui?' Avery thought smugly secretly hoping Daamon wasn't to badly hurt, after all that BLU was his to damage/toy with.
The RED spy leaned against the wall seeming to wait and take his time. No point in jumping into the fray when he could see the new recruits from here. Avery raised an eyebrow at the sight of a fem-demo... now that was just wrong in his book. Grimacing at the few other individuals he decided there was really no point to be wasting his time... wait a second.
Doing a slight double take he saw a new BLU spy, that made five, why did BLU need five spies? Ignoring his teammate (who was having a party with all the damage she was making.) he leaned forward to investigate. For some reason his interest had been sparked and Avery never pushed his curiosity away. Question's buzzed around his head about this individual, like when he had first seen Daamon. That was odd... he normally wasn't interested in people, he'd have to-
The scout's yelling brought him out of his daze and he turned just in time to see the RED pyro falling to the ground. Well she shouldn't have been getting cocky while attacking, he sighed turning away from his new interest and moved into the shadows. Now he had to do a rescue on top of his 'mission' Avery couldn't help but frown. His plans for 'playing' with Daamon had to be moved and he had to steal stupid Intel papers on top of that!
This was not his day... but like always he'd try to think positive about the situation. The RED could dig up more information on the new spy and try... having a conversation later, maybe. Shacking his head he slipped back into the BLU base to hide in the vent system. The pyro came first right now and he'd have to be careful with that damn bastard running around. After all if he didn't save the other RED how would he learn new cooking ideas, plus she was one to hold enjoyable conversations... when she wasn't kicking him out of the kitchen or yelling about how wonderful he'd look on fire.
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Aug 6, 2010 22:14:37 GMT -5
Post by boinkbonk on Aug 6, 2010 22:14:37 GMT -5
As the roar of adrenaline slowly began ebbing away, the full force of the burn on the scouts left arm began to take effect. He touched it gingerly with his other hand, grimacing at the flash of pain that flared up from it. He quickly dropped it to his side again, doing his best to ignore the constant throbbing that pulsed all the way to his shoulder. A smooth voice from nearby reminded him that he still had the new soldiers shovel in his possession. He rolled his eyes, turning to sneer pointedly at the spy. “Do you ever do anything besides boss other people around? I mean like I dunno, make yourself fuckin’ useful?” Russel set his jaw, just waiting for an excuse to fight further with the man. The sounds of the soldier recruit rose above the general din soon after however, the engineer appearing to be holding the livid man back. “Now listen here, ya’ gotta calm yourself down. He’s just a boy.” “I DON’T CARE HOW OLD HE IS! THAT KIND OF BEHAVIOR IS CONSIDERED INSUBORDINATION IN MY REGIME!” The scout narrowed his eyes, further irritated at being called a child. He pushed past the others, moving to stand right in front of the fuming soldier. Throwing the shovel to the ground at his feet, he took a deep breath preparing to explain exactly WHY he wasn’t a kid anymore when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.
It was Colette. His breath caught, causing him to begin coughing violently. He dropped his right hand to his knee, trying to outlast the fit his lungs were having. As soon as he was able to breathe again he began laughing, the occasional cough mixed in as he attempted to keep his feet. “Way to go new guy! Been here five minutes and already getting it on behind the train!” He snuck a glance at Sebastian, and after catching the look on his face burst into a fresh howl of laughter. This was the greatest sight he had seen in ages and no one else’s discomfort or silence could ruin that. He began taking deep breaths, attempting to calm himself as talk of what to do with the supplies began around him. The occasional chuckle still broke from his lips but he had calmed himself enough to remove himself from the others attention for a while. He didn’t care what was done with the pyro, they could leave the piece of shit out here for all he cared. Maybe strap it to the train or something. He made his way to the back of the group, attempting to look casual as his eyes wandered certain areas of the group more than others. Weird chicks like Colette he decided, were like really expensive abstract paintings. You definitely wouldn’t buy it but it was still fun as hell to look at.
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Aug 7, 2010 5:03:14 GMT -5
Post by snipespuppybunch56 on Aug 7, 2010 5:03:14 GMT -5
Really does no one care around here? The enemy can wake up at any moment and no one cares how insane that "thing" is?! Daamon looked to the old BLUs that walked around like they didn't give a damn at all. His stare moved to the new recuits; like they were even going to get near something so maniacing like a RED Pyro, not after an attack like that. That was a suicidal mission to a new BLU. A glare spoiled Daamon's face when his eyes moved to the asswhole of the spies.You'll boss people around but you won't grotty your own hands huh? Three weeks didn't matter around here, because half the time Daamon never knew what was going on; people just did thier jobs or died on the battlefeild and other then that they would do the every the hell they wanted. He felt a nudge from the side of him. Pyro was thinking the same thing; holding both flame throwers, the human nodded. Damn it... The Aussie looked around, there had to be something in one of the crates to tie up the RED Pyro.
Daamon opened two crates searching for something, anything to tie It up for the time being. Opening a third crate he found extension cords the Engieers ususally carried around. Guess it will do for now, no use looking for rope and wasting even more time around here.
Moving over the emeny as cautionly as possible Daamon started to tie the RED's arms together, after tighting the cord around Pyro's gloves he added another cord around the torse of the human, sitting It up to get a good grip.
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Aug 7, 2010 10:32:31 GMT -5
Post by Tempest Reign on Aug 7, 2010 10:32:31 GMT -5
Sebastian eased back onto his heels at the Scout's comment, glancing over the boy's head to where the sturdy Texan was struggling to maintain the raging tornado that was their newest Soldier.
"Something useful? Like stopping that Pyro for you?" He asked, a smug little scowl smudged on his face. "You are welcome, by the way." He was doing this on purpose, of course, just to stir up the young man. He hadn't found anything more amusing than getting into a battle of wits with a Scout and watching them stumble over the ideas that they had a tendency to wind together.
There were, however, things more amusing then watching his partner get undermined by said Scout.
Colette didn't seem to mind; at Russel's comment, she took a minute to glance back to Lane and all of his baffled and awkward gaping and just shrugged before joining Daamon in shifting through some of the boxes.
"As I said, being burned to death is not high on my list of priorities." She obviously didn't feel the need to properly defend herself. Sebastian was fairly skilled at protecting what was his, verbally or otherwise, and her own words would just fall short of his threats. So she would remedy the situation, as she always did, and move on. Let the Scout talk; it was what they did best and she would grant them at least that much of a guilty pleasure.
Lane, meanwhile, was a bit too slow in registering Russel's accusation. Gradually, through the haze of the insanity, one thing became clear; he was being pegged as the fire that stripped Colette to her undergarments.
"What?!" He exclaimed suddenly, grimacing and obviously put off by the idea. "No, no, I have no interest in such things. I-" A glare and a movement forward from Sebastian cut the new Spy off. The taller man had made a movement in Russel's direction, but the imposing figure he cut against the light was enough to silence the greenhorn; he secretly thanked the Scout for deflecting Sebastian's anger off of him.
"Are you deaf and blind as well as dumb, boy?" The man hissed, making a grab at Russel's shirt collar. "Anything to keep out of Respawn is worth it. But perhaps you would like to take her intended place, hm? I'm sure our little friend from RED here wouldn't mind roasting you if given the chance. Or there are plenty of other people around the base that wouldn't mind taking a shot at your atrocious mouth, I'm sure." With a faint shove, just to make himself feel better, Sebastian turned the Scout loose. He was still scowling, but at least now he felt slightly better. Even more so when a delicious little idea nudged its way into his mind and curled his lips into a faint, catty smirk.
"Besides, time is not something that would have favored the actions that your wild fantasies conjure. Not that you would know anything about that."
Colette was just beginning to ignore the childish argument that Sebastian was winding himself into when more movement caught her eye. The Sniper and his Pyro counterpart had taken the initiative on what to do with the RED's capture, binding her limbs with whatever they seemed to be able to scrounge up. Colette's gaze narrowed. Why? All they seemed to be doing was...
"Brilliant." She breathed, hurriedly going back to her own rummaging. She'd finally found what she was looking for; one of the short, thin blankets the Medics used on occasion in the Med Ward. They would be cross, she knew, but she didn't intend to ruin it and so it could be washed. Winding the narrow end of the sheet around her waist, she tied it off at her hip to make a makeshift covering. It wasn't pants or nearly a skirt but it'd work until she could slip off to her room and find a proper replacement for her ruined uniform. And it'd keep Sebastian from at least throttling anyone as they passed. That crisis momentarily averted, the Spy moved over to where Daamon was securing their captive and dug out of the box a long cut of yellow rope.
"You certainly have a lot of good sense. I didn't even think to use this to our advantage." She muttered to him as she worked, securing the bindings on the Pyro's wrists and arms.
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Aug 7, 2010 12:41:12 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Aug 7, 2010 12:41:12 GMT -5
As she was being restrained the pyro's head slowly rose again. Inside the mask she blink, feeling a little trail of blood running down her cheek. "Ah...." She muttered softly, looking around. "Huh? What are all you idiots staring at!" She shouted, lurching forward a bit. She then paused and wriggled, finding out her arms were restrained. "Oh fish paste..." She muttered. She paused and pulled at her arms a few times, as if completely focused on just how in the world her arms weren't moving, the concept of ROPE not comprehending to her.
She pulled a few more times then turned back to the people, seeming to talk to the spies in particular. "Hey! No good french ass holes! What's going on!" She shouted, pulling against the ropes again, but nothing but a series of muffled clips made there way past the mast. "Why aren't you people responding to me! God damnit not you too! Pull the rabbits out of your ears and turn up the volume!" She shouted. She wriggled around like a mad man and then fell onto her back, contorting her body and grabbing the mask by the caster with her feet and pulling it off her head, flinging it away.
"How rude can you people be! When someone is admiring the color of a blood stained suit you just DONT come up behind them and hit them with a shovel? What did that perfectly innocent gardening tool every do to you huh? How would you feel if I used you to beat that guy over there! You wouldn't like it either!...Oh by the way deary that burn does look lovley on you," She said, her voice cutting from a raging lunitic to almost a gentle, cooing tone.
With the mask off it was evident that the pyro, was by all means, female. Her hair was short, singed in some places, and completely unkept. Her eyes were a dull brown but always wide with a sort of hysteria. There were small burn scars on her neck, and quite presumably everywhere else on her body, and whether they were accidental or self inflicted was up for debate.
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Aug 12, 2010 15:16:35 GMT -5
Post by boinkbonk on Aug 12, 2010 15:16:35 GMT -5
Russel’s amused mood wasn’t easily shattered. Even as Sebastian stormed towards him, his grin only widened as he saw how strongly his words has affected the spy. He saw the man’s arm shoot out at the last second and wasn’t able to pull away in time to stop his shirt being grabbed. His eyes shot open in surprise, jerking away from the hold on his clothing. “What the fuck do ya think you’re doing?!” He growled right over Sebastian’s rant. He gripped the spy’s hands, putting his weight into tearing them harshly off of his shirt, only to be retaliated against with a mocking shove. His eyes narrowed, his arms drawn up slightly in preparation for a fight. “Don’t you EVER touch me again, you slimy backstabbing cocksucker.”
The spy continued speaking, taking a new approach this time around. ‘Not that you would know anything about that.’
Russel’s mind blanked as he reached his arm back, landing a blow directly to the side of Sebastian’s jaw. The scout held his ground, panting from a mixture of exertion and raw fury as he stared at the Spy. He lowered his center of gravity, prepared to take the Frenchman out if he decided to return the blow. His mind calmed as his eyes locked on his target. This was his territory now, the sniveling frog could talk all he wanted but Russel had the home field advantage when it came to blows. He grew up fighting. Russel slowly grinned, just waiting for the spy to retreat. This fight was his.
A burst of muffled yelling started nearby and the scout quickly turned to see what had happened. The enemy pyro had woken up, and was flailing uselessly against its bindings. Russel turned to flash a particularly rude hand signal back at Sebastian before jogging over to the commotion. He backed up slightly in alarm when the thing twisted its legs up to remove its mask. The stream of nonsense that came from the girls mouth was enough to strike even the scout silent as he stared in confusion. Her eyes suddenly turned on him and her voice changed, causing the unease on his face to become even more apparent. His eyes bugged as he looked fleetingly down at the burn on his arm before covering it immediately. Speechless for once his looked like he was attempting to say something before shaking his head and turning towards the new soldier watching from the back. “Uhhh hey, you think I could borrow your little shovel again for a minute?”
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Aug 12, 2010 21:48:38 GMT -5
Post by Tempest Reign on Aug 12, 2010 21:48:38 GMT -5
It was always fun to stir up a Scout; fun to watch their snide little faces smudge into marks of anger and irrational fury. Fun to watch their lips and eyes contort into grimaces and scowls, fun to watch them writhe under logic from a safe distance.
It wasn't nearly as fun when all one hundred and forty-something pounds came flying at your face under the guise of an angry fist. Sebastian had seen the blow coming for miles, but he'd grant that Russel had a fast hand; too fast. Something jarred hard against his jaw and cracked and suddenly he was crumpling towards the floor and staring at a few spatters of blood that leaked from somewhere between his teeth.
Fuck if the little bastard hadn't screwed him up permanently.
Some kind of mad fight-or-flight instinct that the battlefield had honed steadied him before the BLU landed in a heap on the ground. A weight tugged on his hand; the weight of a hefty and still loaded handgun. One that packed the same kind of firepower as Daamon's sniper rifle, or at least something close to it. Hefting himself up onto his feet, Sebastian spat what was slowly becoming a mouthful of blood at the floor around Russel's feet.
"VERY bad move, boy." He rasped, fingering the trigger of his firearm. The smaller man fought like a barroom brawler and, though he'd never even hint to it out loud, Sebastian knew he didn't stand a chance against him when it came to raw strength. But to hell with Russel's street smarts; put a fist against a gun and you were going to end up with hole through your hand. The Ambassador was pulled up to about chest height before he caught sight of Russel's finger and then, quickly after, the younger man's back as he bolted away. A vague noise like someone shouting broke across Sebastian's comprehension and all of a sudden, he realized that he'd been ditched for something apparently more interesting. Suddenly, even more than before, the Spy was seething. His gun suddenly snapped up to firing height, aimed precariously around his teammates towards the very back of the Scout's head. It wouldn't take much; just one simple squeeze and-
And he was about to pull the trigger and drag the Scout out of everyone's misery for a while when Colette's face suddenly flooded his vision and he knew she wasn't going to let him kill the boy this time. How she had gotten to him from her place beside the writhing RED was beyond him, but here she was, staring at him in the quiet, subtle way of hers that screamed for calm. He scowled and dropped the firearm down to his side.
"Must you interfere? Always?" He huffed.
"Only sometimes."
"Hmph." Still scowling but resigned to a gruesome amount of self control, Sebastian shouldered past his partner and stalked after Russel, trying to keep the thoughts of how he would maim the city boy in his sleep from playing on his face.
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"I don' think this lass quite has it together, if ya know what I'm sayin'."
Lane couldn't hide a scowl; he was going to have to get used to LOUD people AND idiots that decided it was a good idea to point out the obvious. Wonderful. Tangled up in the bindings the Sniper had set, the RED Pyro seemed pretty much harmless now, unless the nonsense she was spouting could somehow spread the particularly contagious plague of stupid that BLU was suffering.
"Isn't there something we can do with her? You have superiors of some kind, right? Surely they would have an idea." He spoke to no one in particular, but an icy voice behind him took up the answer.
"Precisely why we are taking our little captive here to them. Along with the supplies, which I suggest someone get around to collecting." The was really no hint as to who the "someone" Sebastian referred to was, only that he was going to slit the stomach of whoever wasn't man enough to take the job. The female Demo gave the meager stack of boxes that had escaped the fire a quick glance and with a shrug and a swig hefted one of the larger ones onto her hip. She shot the Spy a pointed look and he gestured with a vague flick of his head towards the towering archway that led towards the center of the base. Colette, meanwhile slunk around her partner and made her way over to where the female Pyro had collapsed. She stared down at the taller woman with the barest hint of intrigue before glancing to Daamon and the BLU Pyro beside him.
"May I beg of you a bit of assistance?" The woman asked, gesturing to the female near her feet. "We need to get out of the open in case there are other REDs waiting for her return." Even as she spoke, Colette didn't quite wait for an answer, still stuck on her concerns as she knelt down, pinned the Pyro's legs and made a grab for another round of rubber cords to tie them off with.
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Aug 13, 2010 1:47:25 GMT -5
Post by Murder of Crows on Aug 13, 2010 1:47:25 GMT -5
"Feed me." The ethereal whisper woke Donovan from his sleep, to which an inaudible curse followed. A bare chest rose from rather plain comforter, a golden pattern etched across black dyed cotton. Chocolate eyes slowly fluttered into life, glancing around for the source of the noise, and trying to stay open. A hand scratched gently against short cut hair and then proceeded to draw back the covers.
He arose from his bed, a pair of Guinness draft beer pajama pants adorning him. He took two steps and grabbed one of the grenades from his dresser and began to walk to the bathroom.
When he finished he walked out with the same grenade as before and was fully dressed in his work attire. His head remained bare and other than his gloves, his outfit was considered "standard". Acquiring his trusted Grenade Launcher "Beowulf" and a few grenades he set out to grab his meal.
It was a sudden tingling sensation and the anxiety of something being where it shouldn't that kept Donovan from actually leaving the room. It was there in the form of a long wooden box and a letter casually sitting on top of it. He wasn't sure what to think, it could've been another prank from any of his other co-workers. He opened up the letter and read the first line
"I'm going to need a drink."
He continued to read and his face consistently grew from one of mere "I don't care" to "this is bloody suicide" and finally to "I'm goin to kill that little psycho." He threw the letter to the side, and began to walk out, his vest adorned with grenade rounds, and 'Beowulf' fully loaded. However he stopped again and looked at the box, he hadn't opened it, to be honest he didn't want to. He began to walk away again and gave the box one last look, he stared his eyes narrowing at the simple wooden box. He approached the container and opened the top, his eyes widened at what he saw and grew even wider when he heard it say
"I hunger"
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Aug 16, 2010 23:40:42 GMT -5
Post by snipespuppybunch56 on Aug 16, 2010 23:40:42 GMT -5
BLU Pyro nudged Daamon to help, the mask move and again there was a smile. It moved away some just in case of anything.
Daamon towered over the women and sighed from the nudge, as if work really pained him; which it literally did. He looked over to pick up one more cord and wrapped it around the RED's ankles. She probaly couldn't get out of all this and was pretty harmless but it was good to just make sure. After tighting the cords and checking all the other knots, the bushman lifted the enemy over his shoulders as if she was a sack of potatoes. He knew the Spies couldn't carry anyone this tall; so it became Daamon responsibility carry the load.
"Where do you want her?" Daamon mutter to Colette his dark scarlett eyes shifted away for the fact that she was still missing pants; he was a man of respect so it would be rude to stare for his own male needs.
(Oh gosh I made the last part sound like Daamon is a TOTAL PREV!!!!!!)
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Aug 18, 2010 1:36:53 GMT -5
Post by Murder of Crows on Aug 18, 2010 1:36:53 GMT -5
Donovan sighed, no way in Hell would he be able to infiltrate into BLU territory, with ,or without, his gift from the Admin. It was literal suicide and with no super charge or anything to provide a distraction Donovan was wondering just how important this Pyro could really be? If anything they could always hire another psycho to spray flame's around in mad circles.
However the thought of the "Cream of the Crop" came into play and Donovan scoffed his complexion shifting to that of sheer laziness.
"Just once I'd like to sit down for one day an' have a nice drink."
He chuckled, like that would ever happen. He shuffled about his room again eyeing the box and it's contents. It was a marvelous piece of work no doubt, but what in God's name was a sword going to do against Sniper rounds or a cloaked Spy? The answer: Depends on how close you are.
Of course if you were close to a sniper, he/she was doing their job wrong, and Spies are always behind you regardless of where you are. This practice of complete paranoia has granted Donovan life and in many instances a deal of concern from his teammates. This of course was due to the infamous "Toilet Paper Tantrum".
It all started one cruel fateful day, Donovan had just finished eating a Shepard's Pie, and naturally washed it with wheat ale. This in turn acted as the catalyst for a trip to the bathroom. However upon inspection of the amount of toilet paper, a slight amount was missing. This caused suspicion added to the smell of smoke. It was obvious......there was a bloody spy. The story ends with Donovan yelling at various objects claiming they were spies and the need for a new bathroom to be installed after being utterly obliterated. However Don was drunk, which proves to be his excuse for just about everything.
Time was wasting however and Don had a job to do, a simple job that required the deaths of many BLU mingebags, and the rescue of an insane pyromaniacal girl.
"Simple enough, blow up everything except the girl."
Don had what he needed in his duffle bag, along with his booze, and choosing to leave the sword behind Donovan began to exit RED base.
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Aug 23, 2010 23:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Tempest Reign on Aug 23, 2010 23:41:36 GMT -5
Colette moved away from Daamon as he set to work, caught between deciding to help and trying to keep out of the way. Something about bothering the Australian right now seemed like an awful plan; she'd never known him to particularly care for Spies, as Snipers rarely did, but his sidelong glances were notably hostile sometimes. A teammate was a teammate, but a Spy WAS still a Spy.
And being a Spy, she didn't miss the downward trail of his eyes either. Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one. Just as Colette was about to reply, an arm slunk around her waist and pulled her back slightly, thumb and finger playing with the hem of her make-shift skirt.
'Hmph. Clever amour." A shock of blond hair and a chilly voice crept around her cheek. Colette didn't have to see the man's eyes to know Sebastian was leering at Daamon, one arm set protectively around his pet. With a hint of a sigh, Colette grabbed her jealous partner's hand, untangled herself and gestured towards the archway.
"This way."
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Somehow, before actually making it back into the base, Lane had ended up with three boxes stacked into his arms. Worse yet, the female Demo had decided to tag along with him at the rear of their procession to make sure he didn't break anything. Thankfully, the BLU base proved to be a distraction from his distraction. As they wound deeper down the long hallway, living quarters began to appear, in varying stages of disrepair. The closer they got to what must have been the center, the more worn everything began to look; Lane could see indents in the walls where fingers trailed every morning out of boredom and splinters of newly ceramic cups. Voices hailed from different hallways but the procession of Spies and Sniper at the head continued to lead them down one wide hallways, towards what he assumed was the Intelligence room.
Or he had hoped it was the Intelligence room. Instead, Colette gestured them inside a wide, open room labeled 'd Wa". From the white walls and gurneys, Lane had just come to assume that the wall had meant to read. "Med Ward."
"Docteur?" Sebastian called, and with a pseudo sweetness that made the female Demo beside Lane openly gag. He stifled a chuckle; idiot though he seemed, Sebastian didn't seem like someone to rile up. Though why they had taken the prisoner to the Med Ward first was beyond him....
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Aug 30, 2010 15:39:56 GMT -5
Post by boinkbonk on Aug 30, 2010 15:39:56 GMT -5
Still a little put off by the pyro’s strange reactions, Russel took the sounds of Sebastian’s irritating voice moments later as an excuse to leave the front of the progression. He jogged back to the new recruits and helped pile up the few boxes they had into their arms, choosing to carry nothing himself. This is what they had new guys for after all. Stacking a third box onto the quiet spies arms, Russel fell into step next to him taking this opportunity to figure out more.
“So uh, what’s your deal anyways? We already got way too many damn spies around here, so what’d they cart your ass in for?” They made their way further into the base, Russel stopping to talk to one of the other scouts as he appeared around a corner. He was slightly taller and more built then him, with an aluminum bat slung over his shoulder. “Yo, you guys got the radio for tonight? I’ve got money on my boys for the game against the twins.” After a quick confirmation and a victorious grin, the smaller man turned back to catch up with the group. Sliding back into place near the spy and demo, Russel quickly realized where they were headed and stopped suddenly, making a gagging noise in his throat. Spinning towards the recruits, he grinned with an obviously fake politeness.
“Here. Lemme help you out with these. No need to take them in the Ward with you.” He awkwardly lifted all of the boxes out of the spies arms in a rush and bolted off back down a different hallway. There was no way he was getting caught in that room, especially not with a burn on his arm. His yell echoed back to the group from around the corner. “Have fun with Dr. Pavarotti in there kids!”
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‘Docteur?’ The sound of Sebastian’s voice from the doorway caused the man writing at the desk to look up sharply. He was older, grey touching at the sides of his once perfectly blonde hair and lines framing his furrowed brow and eyes. “Ja, come in.” He swept gracefully out of his chair, moving directly past the desk to watch the group make their way into his workplace. He was taller than most, looking down his nose at all the greenhorns he’d soon have to be babysitting on the field.
“So, I zee the recruits haff finally arrived.” Turning quickly back to his desk, he pressed an intercom button on the wall speaking into it sharply. “Engineer. I require your assistance.” He looked back at the crew, a startled look appearing on his face for a moment as he noticed the pyro slung over the snipers shoulder. “Und vat are ve doing vith that thing? Are you taking it for questioning?” He frowned lightly, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian.
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TF2 RP
Aug 31, 2010 14:38:21 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Aug 31, 2010 14:38:21 GMT -5
Pyro chattered on as she was carried away, spewing absolute nonsense about the fung shui of their base and it's complete lack of aesthetically pleasing details, and insisting that a woman's touch, or more persicely, her touch was needed to make it more comfortable to live in. "Come now, don't ignore me, a singed rug would add just the perfect touch to this hall way, don't you think?" She asked, and started to grow restless with his ignorance of her.
She started to wiggle. Now they have have been close to the same size, but she was far from easy to subdue. In hospitals it took nearly six full grown men to hold her down so she would take her medications, medications that she was due to have taken quite a while ago back at her own base, but her little escapade had pulled her away from that.
She continued to wiggle as they entered the Medic's office. "oooh hoho no you don't. You will NOT be sticking any needles in me!" She shouted, and started thrashing, and with her size and pure strength, it was simple for her to break free of the hold. She crashed to the ground, still tied up like she had been, but she hoped to her feet, pulling back her head and slamming it forward against Daamon's head, her cranium like pure steel. She hopped backwards, regaining her balance.
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TF2 RP
Aug 31, 2010 21:15:23 GMT -5
Post by snipespuppybunch56 on Aug 31, 2010 21:15:23 GMT -5
Daamon was flung back but kepted his stance, his hand held his head. 'Did she just head butt me?' Bonced around in his head, it took him a second to regain focus. He looked up to see blurs but the Red was clear as day. "You thick headed bitch!" Daamon slamed a fist into the woman cheek. He never hit a women, but on the battle feild everything was fair game. This was a war not some proper society.
He caught her at off guard kicking the pyro to the ground in front of the spies and the medic. "Give her something before finds she strength to break out of those ropes will ya." He kepted a boot to her back.
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