Flame #16

[notintehkitchen]

[Text]

The undead are all over town. If all the books I have read are accurate, please aim directly for the head either with a blunt object or a gun. All children who reside here, please stay where you are and I will come to get you. I can provide a haven.

Sniper, I will be needing your assistance. Do not worry, you will be rewarded well.

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[Video][Private so REDs don't laugh at her.]

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Have a red faced Pyro fumbling to find the right words.]

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Of course I want your help. I wouldn't of asked for it in the first place if I hadn't.

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I need you, Sniper.

d'awwwwww

[bye_to_yer_head]

.............. roight.

I'll be over in a few then.

How sweet? ;3 Also action?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I'll be waiting.

You're giving me the warm fuzzies something awful.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper arrives at the RED base, looking rather ... cheerful actually. He's splattered with blood and has his kukri out, he's having a grand time chopping zombies to bits.*

[Action]

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Pyro is up on the second floor with her axe resting on her shoulder. It's already covered in blood.

Looking at Sniper, she kicks a decapitated head off the deck and hears it crack and splatter down below on the concrete.]

That was fast.

[Action]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He casually steps to the side to avoid the splatter.*

There's only so many of 'em I can hit from the roof. It's better down here on th' ground.

[Action] And fff, yes everything is adorable here.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

You haven't gotten bitten at all, have you?

[There's a look of actual concern in her eyes for the BLU, one she isn't ready yet to fully admit to.]

We wouldn't want to have to kill you.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Not a chance. Sad I can't take their teeth fer trophies though.

If it happens jus' don't set me on fire.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't put my hand in their mouths for a million dollars.

I'll give you the quickest and least painful death possible. Let's hope that outcome doesn't occur.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Well thanks fer that.

*He means it too.*

Want me t' come up there?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

No problem.

[Hey, it's the least she can do.]

Yeah, I've got a few presents for you.

[Beckoning him up with her hand, she leaned on the railing.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He starts to head into the base then stops.*

Truckie don't 'ave anything in here that's gonna shoot me do he?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

You should be fine. Don't worry.

[Laughing, she begins to pull out a few Molotov cocktails from her suit.]

Look, see! Presents!

[Don't mind that insane look in her eye, she loves anything that can cause a big fire.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Alright. He's trusting you. Trusting a RED. This is what he's come to.*

So what'd you make?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Molotov cocktails! What else does it look like? So smoker, you better got a light on you.

[Handing them over, she continues searching through her suit. The next thing to come out are two very large bottles of blood.]

Sensei took my blood too!

[bye_to_yer_head]

Course I do. So what's th ' plan? You pour that around an' lead em somewhere?

*He eyes the weapons suspiciously, he's never thrown one before and he's a bit worried he'll burn his hand off.*

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

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Pretty much. That and make a lot of noise. I'll be bringing my guitar with me.

[Pointing to her back, instead of her flamethrower being strapped like usual, there is an electrical guitar and an amp.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

You have a guitar... why am I not surprised?

Where do you wanna lure them to?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I love music. I also love to sing. Please be gentle with me.

[Pyro, the master at English fail.]

Somewhere fun. How about the park?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Way to freak him out.*

Gentle? I don't....

*Nevermind. Dropping it.*

Park sounds good. Can get a lot 'f em there at once.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Sniper was so much more easy-going and agreeable than Medic, it was a nice change of pace.]

Are you ready? Try to keep up.

[Jumping on top of the railing on the second floor, Pyro leaped down below and landed gracefully on her feet. Ambushing enemies in the past had been a favorite tactic of hers so jumping from high places was no problem.

Stretching her arms over her head, she waved them around as a signal to follow.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He arches an eyebrow and.. takes the stairs. There is no way he's jumping down from a second story. He tucks the little bombs in his vest pocket with his lighter and shoulders his gun, trailing after her.*

You think they can smell that already?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

It's possible. I imagine their sense of smell is heightened for blood like a shark is.

[Taking one of the bottles in her hand, she poked the tiniest hole in it with a sewing needle she had been keeping under her glove.]

Just in case.

[Holding it out behind her, the blood leaked out at a slow pace and onto the concrete.]

Let's give them a trail to follow.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He watches some nearby zombies perk up and start shambling over.*

Hey, you moight be onta something there. Seems t' be working. Course with how slow they're moving we've got a good hour before they get t' us.

Yes, taunt the zombies.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

They're slower than a Heavy. It's pathetic really.

[Turning around, Pyro began to yell at the top of her longs.]

HEY! IF YOU WANT DINNER, YOU HAVE TO GO FASTER THAN THAT!