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TF2 RP
Sept 1, 2010 11:46:49 GMT -5
Post by Tempest Reign on Sept 1, 2010 11:46:49 GMT -5
As thankful as he would have been for silence, it was obvious that the entirety of BLU base got a kick out of bothering Lane. All of a sudden, another few pounds weighed down on the inside of his forearms and around the boxes, he barely caught sight of tufts of dark hair poking out from underneath a baseball cap before the chatter started. The Spy grunted as he shifted the modest tower of cardboard in his arms, glaring daggers at the Scout from behind his cover.
"Your guess is as good as mine. I work in intelligence normally and BLU came to me." He replied tightly. If there was one thing he didn't want to do, it was give up any kind of information to the Scout; partly because he had proved to be particularly loathsome so far and partly because it was Lane's job to do the exact opposite. Mercifully, another identically dressed boy called the Scout's attention away long enough for Lane to slip back into their little pack and, hopefully, out of the Bostonian's cross hairs. And it would have worked considerably less if the sight of the Med Ward hadn't shooed the boy away. The boxes disappeared from Lane's arms in the same second Russel took one flying bolt down the hallway, leaving the Spy dumbfounded and still groping at empty air for his load. Thankful though he was for the Scout's cowardice, his final few words unnerved the new Spy. With a slow shake of his head, Lane followed the rest of his little procession inside.
This Medic of theirs didn't seem particularly off; outside of Colette, he seemed at least the most marginally sane one. All Lane could seem to get out of him was that he was tall, sharp and concise. Exactly how a professional should be. At least the person doing the most to keep them alive was.
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"Questioning is...the light way to put it, yes." Sebastian replied smoothly, flicking open his cigarette case with a nonchalant little smirk. He honestly had no idea what the plan was for this particular case, only that there were any number of possibilities and that it wasn't his job to decide. Colette moved up beside her partner when he didn't bother to go on.
"Oui monsieur, but I believe that some kind of sedation is-" The dull, heavy thud like some heavy sack hitting the linoleum cut the woman off and the two Spies wheeled to the sight of Daamon throwing a fist at the Pyro's jawline. Sebastian backed up a bit to give the Sniper room for his brawl. Slowly, a grin formed around his cigarette and he leaned slightly closer to his partner, giddy with the irony.
"I believe you were saying something about sedation amour? For this, I have to agree." He replied.
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TF2 RP
Sept 8, 2010 18:27:50 GMT -5
Post by Murder of Crows on Sept 8, 2010 18:27:50 GMT -5
This was definitely not in the job description, Donovan was forced o traverse across the open field towards the BLU base, which in his mind was a suicidal walk into a sniper's path or, worse yet, a sentry. With Duffle Bag slung on his back, Donovan kept as low to the ground as possible, "Beowulf" in his hands ready to unleash a whiff of the ol' brimstone. He had always wondered why they never had communicators or at least someway of talking over long distance, maybe some crazy paranoia that an Engineer would hack into their broadcasts and receive their transmissions. Donovan suddenly stopped, that was a brilliant idea. He'd have to tell their Engineer later, for the time being he just wanted to get this blasted Pyro back to base. The sun was unrelenting and Donovan's chocolate skin had already began to sweat, tiny beads of water forming and descending down his face. "Christ almighteh, can't a man get a little shade?" He looked into the sky to see a lone cloud floating towards the sun, his prayer seemingly answered, closer the cloud drifted, and a small smirk growing on Donny's face. The smirk quickly faded when the cloud barely knocked the sun and merely floated by. With that event passing by Donovan continued mumbling and cursing the rest of the way.
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TF2 RP
Sept 10, 2010 15:52:37 GMT -5
Post by boinkbonk on Sept 10, 2010 15:52:37 GMT -5
Dietrich frowned distastefully at the fist fight that had erupted on the floor of his work space. They’d be getting their grime all over his clean floors. These sad excuses for mercenaries were often no better than the back alley brawlers found outside of the bars at night back in Hamburg. He turned away from the noise, making his way back to his instruments and selecting a recently cleaned syringe from his line up waiting for the next battle. He took his time making his way to the other side of the room, appearing to ignore the chaos behind him and he opened a large cabinet filled to the brim with clearly labeled and well organized vials. He skimmed for a moment before selecting one, lifting it gently from its place with a ghost of a smirk.
“Ah, zis should do it.” Filling the syringe with the speed and precision of years of practice, he turned sharply back towards the blur of red in the middle of the group. Taking a quick glance at the assembly at hand; a Sniper, Spies, that runt of a pyro, the recruits… He be amazed if this group could hold down a rabbit, let alone this flurry of limbs. His eyes turned piercingly towards the group standing idly by.
“Vell? Are you going to DO somefing or stand around? Get her down. Now.” As some moment began around the group, he turned his gaze on the fighting RED in the middle. His arm with the syringe raised as he calmly closed his eyes, his voice steadily rising into a song.
“Past the point of no return, no backward glances The games we played til now are at an end."
It was automatic and his teammates were more or less used to this occurring during battles. He claimed to have been a professional before becoming a doctor and his powerful voice almost backed up that claim. But so far no one had found any proof of such being true...
"Past all thought of ‘If’ or ‘When’, no use resisting , Abandon thought and let the dream descend.”
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TF2 RP
Sept 11, 2010 22:19:57 GMT -5
Post by Chesa on Sept 11, 2010 22:19:57 GMT -5
The pyro saw the needle and just started swinging blindly left and right. "God damn doctors! There's nothing wrong with me! Ok aside from a slight bout of psychosis! ENOUGH WITH THE NE-" She suddenly froze. All movement, all noise, everything stopped. The Pyro, for the first time since her appearance to the BLU's , was completely and utterly calm. Her eyes held a certain glazed look to them as her head fell to one side, as if to heavy to hold on it's own, and her eyes just stared at the doctor as he approached.
The curtains pull back, and the tittle sequence rolls. It's a jumble of letters, impossible to read, but it fades quickly, and the show starts. The scene opens on the average house hold, perfect wife, in her floral patterned dress, preparing lunch for her two children. A little blond boy, the spitting image of his father, and a young girl with Brown hair and the strangest color muddy eyes, looking neither like her mother or father.
The two seem to be playing nicely together, but as the camera zooms closer you could see the boy was not braiding his little sisters hair, but holding onto it, yanking on it. The little girl cried, trying to pull away, and reaching out for her mother, but the mother seemed deaf to them.She simply turned up the radio, a medley of broadway tunes. The little boy just pulled hairs and harder, until she scream, and he thought he might have just yanked it out.
"Mommy!" The little girl whimpered, trying to get up and run to her, but the little boy grabbed her arm, grinning impishly. "Game time!" He exclaimed. "No-hoh-hoho! I don't want to play!" she cried, but he forced her down none the less and sat on her chest so she couldn't move. He took out a box of matches and struck one. The little girl became more frantic. "NO NO NO NO NO!" She cried but he held her fast, and held the match to her arm, watching the skin until the flame burned there on it's own accord. "one mississippi, two Mississippi," He counted off the seconds as she thrash and cried, and the flame spread, and spread and spread, until it engulfed the screen itself, and the thearter.
Pyro just stood staring, rubbing her forearm up and down with a vacant look, that was until the first person touched her, and all hell broke loose. She cried out with a banshee's shreek. She dropped to a huddled position, keeping that steady high pitched wail, tucking into the tightest ball she could
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TF2 RP
Sept 22, 2010 22:43:24 GMT -5
Post by Murder of Crows on Sept 22, 2010 22:43:24 GMT -5
"Alright, I've finally reached the cave of the beast." Don stood a few yards away from blu territory with a nervous boost of adrenaline, he began to sprint, weapon hefted high in the event of a "Welcoming party". As he crossed over, his boot kicking up sand and transitioning to a clanking noise of metal plates that suddenly filled his location. A simple outpost and nothing there to fill him with bullets, so far so good. Don continued his long trek, ducking and weaving through enemy territory as if a sniper had a constant lock on him, had anyone else been watching it would've equated to something like an interpretive dance for the stupid. He crossed onto dirt again, large containers surrounding him coated in blue paint. It was like he had stepped over into a literal nation of blue people, who colored everything blue, and worshipped as some divine color. Naturally Don stood out like a black man in a white sea, or in this case a red man in a blue sea, well technically he might as well have been both. So it was hard to continue his interpretive dancing without still being completely visible behind cover. He ditched his dance routine and made a straight b-line for what he assumed was the entrance to the main compound. He had really wished it wasn't. "Christ." the facility was blue...very, very blue. It was worse than the outside territory, Don literally had no idea where he was going, however his scottish nature kicked in. "If you can't find anyone, make them find you." He lifted up Beowulf, aimed into the main lobby, and fired twice. The sweet satisfaction of hearing the detonation made Don smile. Now he just had to hide, wait, and pray they didn't all come at once.
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TF2 RP
Sept 30, 2010 20:59:18 GMT -5
Post by snipespuppybunch56 on Sept 30, 2010 20:59:18 GMT -5
Daamon in utter confusion stepping away from the crazed women. He twitched at the loud annoying screams. Was this really necessary, he looked to the spies for some kind of direction. He was not going to try to hold down that thing any longer. Standing strainght the building shook under his feet hearing the sound of damage to they're building. When the building stopped its spazzing the alarm echoed and the pyro didn't sound as annoying as the alarm. "What the hell?"
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TF2 RP
Oct 1, 2010 16:26:29 GMT -5
Post by Tempest Reign on Oct 1, 2010 16:26:29 GMT -5
From the back of the group, still partially obscured by the doorway, Lane heard someone heave a sigh.
"All'a you big strong men around and none-a ya can handle this li'l lass, eh?" The female Demo asked with a smirk, setting down the box she had at her hip and swaggering up to where the Pyro was wriggling. Setting her bottle carefully outside of the crazed woman's flailing, Aggie moved up behind the Pyro and snatched at her arms, trying to pin them behind the RED's back.
"Now hold still wouldya..."
Sebastian watched the female Demo through eyes half-lidded in skepticism, taking another quick step back to avoid the commotion altogether. Even from across the little circle of people, Lane could tell he was as bored of BLU's stupidity as everyone else. The rise of a voice took care of that supposed boredom though and Sebastian's head whipped around to where their Medic was taking careful aim. And singing. The BLU Spy didn't spend much time around the Medics on the field and didn't care to learn to impersonate anyone the way Colette did, so this little habit, this little quirk, of this particular Medic had been unusually lost on him. And frankly, he found it hilarious. A hand flew up to stifle laughter, but it didn't do anything to smother the sly grin that had crept across Sebastian's face. A glance out of the corner of Colette's eye warned him to bury his amusement.
"Aye, what 'appened?"
Both Spies suddenly snapped out of their exchange, glancing to where the Pyro had fallen rigidly silent. She was just staring, wide-eyed and frozen, at their Medic as he set her in the sights of his weapon and immediately, Colette recognized danger; Aggie had dropped her guard and her arms and was peering around to the Pyro's face.
"Madam, do not let g-" The French woman's warning disappeared under the shriek of the RED. Startled, the female Demo lurched away, but not before the flurry of limbs caught her in the nose and she reeled back clutching her face. A slow trickle of blood was already running between her fingers. Aggie swore loudly into her hands, ready to drop a swift kick to the ribs of the Pyro on the ground when a sudden explosion rocketed down the hall. All of a sudden, the commotion rose into a frenzy. Sebastian scowled and reached immediately for his Ambassador. These recruits, no, half of BLU couldn't handle this situation.
"Colette." The woman's eyes flew to him. "Stay here and help the doctor deal with this." Sebastian gestured loosely to the still-shrieking woman. When Colette nodded and moved away to herd the recruits out of the line of fire, Sebastian grabbed Aggie by the crux of her arm and pushed her towards the door.
"What're ya...?"
"You, madam, are coming with me." He informed her, pushing past the blockage in the doorway and making a beeline for a room at the end of the hall. He left Aggie dumbfounded and still bleeding outside, returning with a hefty grenade launcher that looked entirely too big for him. Sebastian pushed it to the female Demo's chest and spun towards the direction of the explosion.
"Follow me if you can, but keep out of the way." He ordered, taking off down the hallway and cloaking as he went. Aggie stared after him, somewhere between stunned and insulted, before she shook herself awake and bolted after the invisible Spy. Day one and things were already getting a little interesting. The woman grinned past the drying blood the dribbled past her lips.
"You're a crazy lot alla you, but I can't say I don't like it."
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