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[Pyro has taken her leave and has told no one where she might be off to. She knew it was better that way. It was time to get away from those she cared about before she lost the tiny bit of sanity that was still keeping her at bay from lighting anything she saw on fire. Wearing her full uniform, the woman breathed in out deeply through her mask as she pressed down on the handle to the flamethrower and let the fire come out freely. It was like the sensation of eating or smoking cigarettes, but a hundred times better. To see her old friend she had been with since she was a little one was a relief.

This friend was angry at her for ignoring it and not letting it come out to play in this new world previously. It was just as curious as her. Oh, yes. She knew that. The way it spread so happily and fast on the ground near the park right now proved it. She could hear it egging her on, to go other places as the wood from the swings crackled and turned black.

It had been a long time, hadn't it? When was the last time she felt free to use her flamethrower? Certainly not in this place. No, in a world with a faulty respawn system she could injure allies and really kill them.

It was all a pain. A nuisance. Did she have to behave? Maybe it was worth being punished, she broke the rules back home... why should she be 'good' here?

As she ran off in another direction, her flames swallowed up everything in it's path. The beautiful flowers quickly burnt away, the building that Pyro called her workplace had met it's destruction next. Firefighter had not been as good as word as she had thought it been. Had she been so stupid as to think she could have a job where she got paid to cause fires in Paradise? They only wanted her to put them out. They wanted her to hurt the thing she loved most. It made her want to cry...

Within a few hours, a large section of the city would be glowing an orange color. If one listened closely enough; through the flames, they might hear the maniacal laughter of a person inside.]

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[Oh hell, not the water! Why the water!?

One of Pyro's fears in life was drowning, but she had other reasons for hating the water. Her flames could not exist there. In the water, Pyro wasn't a Pyro. She was a human whose talents of snapping her fingertips to get flames would not even work.

It was pathetic...

Thrashing about as Medic held on tightly to her, the woman had to use all her strength to attempt to wiggle out of his grasp like a slippery rubber suited fish.]

[A Fish might be as rubbery and slippery as they want, wriggling out of an equally rubbery grip wasn't that easy after all. Rubber tended to stick quite well to rubber after all. Medic liked water. He was good at swimming as well as diving and in a way even enjoyed it despite getting seasick upon a boat within mere minutes. Medic kept his grip and let them glide furher until they were almost at the center of the fountain. There he turned the both of them around so that Pyro was underneath him and pushed her down to the ground.

Placing one of his knees on each of her sides and his long legs on top of hers, using his booted feet to push down onto her knees. Capturing both her wrists in one of his hands Medic pushed them down onto her chest, pinning her further. His other hand held her down on her shoulder and for a moment he simply stared down at Pyro with an expression that seemed to say 'I'm not going to let you drown. Trust me.'

Medic raised his upper body, so that his head resurfaced out of the water. Taking a deep breath as well as a further mouthful of air, he went back down, lowering his upper body again until his face was right in front of hers. Without esitation, he placed his mouth over hers, using his free hand to pry open hers if necessary to pass the air over to her.

Sitting back up he glared back down at Pyro, his face telling her, that he could keep her down here for hours if he had to. And he would. Repeating the procedure of passing air to her every thirty seconds, using the time between to just look down at her, watching her expression, waiting for er to react other than by just panicking.]

[What sort of punishment was this? With her eyes opened underneath the water, the woman listened to the sound of the water in her ears.

Being pinned down with no way to escape was horrifying. Pyro knew what a death was like here. She could come back not knowing who she was, she could end up forgetting someone she cared about or perhaps she would stay dead forever at the age of twenty-five.

Pyro wasn't afraid to die, she just didn't imagine her death in the water. It wasn't right. She was supposed to go in a fire, with flames eating away at her skin. It was wonderful, it had been preplanned for years...

When his mouth was placed over hers, she let out a panicked groan. If she could mouth words, she would of told him what she thought as he resurfaced.

You're cruel.

Did just looking at her suffer really turn him on? She knew her comrades had some weird interests, but to enjoy the suffering of one's phobia? Medic's brain wasn't wired right.]

[She might be right about his brain, but this wasn't about turning himself on, despite how he tended to enjoy being in control of someone else.

This was about trust. She just had to trust him enough to not letting her drown. To calm herself down even in this terrifying surroundings. How did she think she could join him upon leaving this city if she had no trust in him? He had to trust her as well and both of them had to trust that BLU. Well. To a certain degree at least.

Medic was aware how hypocritical it was of him to contemplate someone's trust. But still. As he observed her face, her hurt and terrified expression as she stared back up at him. There was no trust. At all. It was disappointing to say the least. No. An insult even. This woman. That had hugged, hit and kissed him in the same five minutes... That very woman had no trust in him at all.

He refused to show said disappointment, however. But he considered just leaving her in te city. May she destroy the place and every living being for all he cared.]

[She wanted to trust him, but times in the past had made her weary. This was the same man who had taken her precious Jell-O and held him over the fire, threatening to harm him. He was also the same man she had embraced in the past while attempting to get him to stop harming innocent civili--

Wait.

She had acted the same. But in a sense, she was better then that. She didn't have to kill herself. Not all her sanity had been lost. Who carried Medic out of the fire? Who left her flamethrower and gas mask behind? Those two objects combined let her be in her element perfectly. She had given them up so easily and obtaining them back now would be impossible...

As she thought on the situation, all her struggling and movement ceased to exist. Pyro simply stayed at the depths of the fountain and looked up past Medic in thought. It would be difficult to tell what she was feeling, but she was certainly thinking.]

Edited 2011-09-19 12:44 (UTC)

What is it with you and cute?

*He didn't get it. At all. He shut the door behind her and watched her head for the couch. Maybe he could lock himself in his room and pretend she wasn't there.*

[He was watching her silently. She seemed thoughtful. But... What did he expect? If she didn't trust him now, that wouldn't just change. She wouldn't change one bit. For a brief moment he let the disappointment show. The hurt feelings, as well as the sadness he hardly even realized himself.

By now he had lost his sense of time. How long have they been here like that now? Thirty minutes? An hour? Even longer? Medic had no idea how long it had been when he leaned down one last time. Not for air, though, but to once again copy what Pyro had done by ever so lightly pressing his own lips to hers, while at the same time moving his hands to grab both of her shoulders and with one sudden movement brought them both back up to the surface.

Before Pyro was even capable to comprehend that, though, the older RED aimed one decent blow of his right at the left side of her face, repaying the last of her actions from before.

That done, he stood in the fountain and right away turned to walk away, speaking to her audibly at last. His voice hardly managed to betray the disappointment he felt.]

Very vell. Haff it your vay. If you say I can not understand you, zhen be it zhat vay. Zhe zity ist yours to destroy. Burn it to ashes, burn every last zitizen. But let uns out before. Stay vizh your Engineer until you burn him as vell, but do not look for zhe child, as she ist no longer hier. Und vhen you are done destroying zhis plaze und zhere ist nozhing left to burn for you... Do not come after us zhat ve intended to leave to begin vizh oder I vill kill you myself.

[And he began walking through the water back towards the edge, not looking back.]

...if you can not trust me, I vill not trust you anymore eizher.

Doesn't everyone like cute things?

[Although in that sense, it would mean she thought Sniper was cute...]

Hmm, but enough about that! Look what I have!

[Unzipping her rubber suit, the woman began pulling out several items. Sake, cigarettes, matches, candy bars, a bag of rice and a box of bacon.]

Ta-da! Let's have fun!

[And then her voice went just the slightest shaky as she rearranged the items on the table.]

A... alright?

[The way he kissed her and immediately followed it up by punching her in the face reminded her of her own actions. Letting out a whimper at the contact, the Pyro placed a hand on her bruising cheek and began rubbing at it.

She didn't hit him back or try to do anything. Simply kneeling in the fountain, she watched him go to the edge.]

.... You're wrong.

[Coughing slightly, the woman attempted to grab the end of his coat and give it a tug.]

Had I wanted to destroy everything, I would of not stopped to take you out. You would've died, again. Sensei is.... is....

Sensei is more important then burning things, I thought. So even if I lose my flamethrower and my gas mask, I do not feel so bad. I was able to help you, something I couldn't do in the past last time I had a chance.

[He snarled at the tug, stopped at her words, but didn't turn back.]

Und? Vhat ist zhe point? You had your achievement, if zhat ist all you vere after. More important, you say. Sure. If you can not even trust me, zhose vords haff no meaning.

[He snorted, then muttered.]

I tried. I failed. Nun let me go!

...

I will let you go, if that is what you want.

[Removing her hand, she stood up in the fountain and headed to the edge herself. Jumping off, she stumbled a bit on her feet as she made contact with the ground.]

But I will not give up. The more you resist me, the harder I will come back and try again. Sensei will not be allowed to stay angry at me for long.

[Using a gloved hand, she attempted to shoo the dog away.]

Mrrphh hudda mphhhnn mphh mprhhh!

Not everyone.

*Grumble grumble someone is only happy when they're miserable.*

What all do you keep in that thing?

*He arched an eyebrow as the pile of stuff on his table grew. Was this a slumber party? She better stay away from his hair. It's not long enough to braid.*

[The shit just keeps coming. This leads to the question, is Pyro fat or is it everything that she carries making her look fat? Jell-O gets taken out (surprise!), along with deodorant that she immediately tosses at Sniper (take a clue) and finally, a stuffed doll with ridiculously long legs resembling him.]

I can't tell you that. It's a secret for only a Pyro to know!

[And she will take out two little cups and start pouring the sake.]

Here you go, one for you and one for me! See, look how nice I am! I bring you many things!

*Hey! He doesn't smell that bad.*

If this is t' make me feel better when you eventually set the whole place on foire, it's not gonna work.

*But he will take that cup of sake, looking down at it quizzically wondering what the hell this is.*

It will depending on how drunk you get!

[She could take a joke about her being a filthy arsonist, sometimes. Downing her own cup of sake, she remembered in the back of her head she wasn't the best with her liquor. Oh well, it wasn't like she drank often. If she ended up falling asleep on Sniper, it wasn't her fault.]

Don't worry! It's not poisoned!

*And depending on how drunk he gets he might let her.*

It better not be.

*He downs his little cup. Well that was a bit like drinking paint thinner.*

Why d'you use such small cups?

It's sake and we're not Demoman with his scrumpy.

[Offering to pour him another, she did her best to smile despite how shitty she felt inside. Medic hated her again, Hana had departed this place and Paradise was up in smoke because of her.]

I could give you the bottle, but you'd be on the floor in about five seconds. It's not meant to be drunken like that. Besides, I heard Aussies aren't that great with their liquor.

We do just fine.

*Liiiiessssss. He can hold his liquor better than most. But that just means it would take him about 10 minutes to pass out after drinking a bottle of sake instead of 5 minutes. He holds out his cup for another. Might as well right?*

You drink this stuff often?

Not very often. I prefer sweet things. Back at the base I tend to just watch everyone else get into drunken shenanigans. If there's one thing in this world I do not need to see again, it is all my teammates naked.

[Setting the bottle down, she brought her own cup to her lips again.]

It wouldn't be good for someone like me to do anything stupid like get drunk there. I do have a secret I'm trying to hide.

[Looking down at the cup, a single fingertip ran over the opening surface.]

Sniper... you don't get lonely ever, do you? I mean--you're probably used to being alone and hiding in places for hours on end. Dumb question, right?

*He grimaces.*

I could go the whole rest 'f my life without ever seein' that. I got t' avoid most 'f that anyway. I never got invited back t' the base.

*He doesn't down this cup as fast. From the way it tastes he's pretty sure it's just pure alcohol and he doesn't want to fall on his face anytime soon.*

You think the rest of your team would 'ave cared that you're a sheila? Well .. other than Scout I mean.

*He shrugged.* It's better that way. Less distractions, less complications.

*So much for moderation, there goes the rest of that sake.*

Edited 2011-09-20 03:33 (UTC)

Let me guess, you have a camper van?

[Snipers, why are you all so much alike?

She didn't know if Scout would find her attractive... but with the lack of women around in general, he'd probably go for anything.]

Mnn, I think there would be someone else besides Scout distracted by a woman on the battlefield. Could you imagine trying to explain to Soldier? He'd go tell me to cook brownies with my flamethrower instead.

[Letting out a sigh, she nodded.]

You're probably right. Sensei hates me and Hana-chan departed from this place all in one day. I do not like experiencing these feelings of sadness.

So what if I do? I need somethin' t' get from base to base. And no one listens to Soldier anyway. 'cept his collection of severed heads, and if they could get away I'm sure they would.

*But for some reason the mental image of Pyro out on the battlefield making brownies with her flamethrower is never going to leave his brain.*

Medic hates everyone. He'll get over it. Who's Hana?

I don't think that's bad. You don't have to listen to everyone snoring.

[When he added that Medic hated everyone, she wondered if he was right. He rarely smiled and the times that he did seemed to be saved for his precious pet bird.]

Hana is my daughter.

[She certainly did seem to believe it with how firmly she defined who she was.]

I will miss her dearly. She is better off at home though.

Guess that's an added bonus. Also don't have to worry about Spy watchin' me sleep loike he does t' everyone else.

Oh, roight. Ya told me about her. So she just up an' left? Without tellin' you? That's a mite inconsiderate.

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A~nd he's getting sort of weirdish~ X)

xD I DONT MIND

A different sort of water torture...

XD Not Pyro's idea of fun. lol

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They seem to break apart from this... D8

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[action] Oh man. Already with the hard questions.

[action] XD Fff. I know.

[action] Go easy on him. This is his first social interaction in forever. D:

Re: [action] xD NOT USED TO TALKING TO ANYONE EVER excpet his gun

[action] Nope. All 3 of his emotions are not prepared for this.