notintehkitchen | [Action][Night after the end of the event.]

[Action][Night after the end of the event.]

[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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*Okay, he seems to have recovered.*

I'm foine. That's noit it. Your teammates will think I kidnapped you and come after me.

*Not to mention he hasn't shared a living space with another human being in about 12 years.*

...No one is going to think that. They'll think I chopped your head off and stole your house before they assume something like that.

I'll give you cigarettes for a month.

...

And I'll make you dinner.

[But she won't wear an apron.]

A whole month?

*He thinks about it. He doesn't really have a way to get them otherwise since he doesn't have a job. But on the other hand Pyro just lit a good chunk of the city on fire. And he's incredibly uncomfortable having someone else in his house.*

Don't light any of my things on foire.

*Cigarettes always win.*

Arigatou! You won't regret it!

[Guess who is all smiles now? She's caused hell and now she's ready to forget all about it.

Since she knows where Sniper lives, she is already heading there.]

I could hug you.

I'd rather you didn't.

*He gives a final glare at the comm and shuts it off. When she gets there, Pyro will find that he's cleaned up the place a bit, shoving the remains of all the crap he's been eating under the sink (spoiler: he's been surviving on coffee and beef jerky). She'll be happy to note there's not a single jar of Jarate around, mostly because he doesn't really have a need to make any and because he hasn't bought any jars.*

[Knocking upon his door, Pyro waits patiently for him to open it. She may look like hell and feel bad SOMEWHERE in that filthy arsonist brain of hers, but right now she just wants to hide with this BLU.]

Pardon the intrusion, Mr. Hawk!

Edited 2011-09-19 04:01 (UTC)

*He pulls open the door and stands to the side to let her come in.*

You're really gonna keep callin' me that?

*Of the things he's been called that's definitely the LEAST horrible, but he's sure she means it as an insult.*

Why not? It is cute, isn't it? Besides, I'm certain you were one in a previous lifetime.

[Flicking her thumb and index finger against his forehead, she then headed in and made her way to the couch.]

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.*

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?

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.

What do you expect from a Frenchmen?

[Seriously, her own Spy creeps her out enough. The downside to having a Spy on your own team was you couldn't burn them.]

I don't believe she had a choice. Many of us disappear without a trace. There have been REDs and BLUs who have done so in the past.

[Laying down on the couch, she crossed her legs and looked up at the ceiling.]

I've seen so many come and go, yet I always remain. I wonder if I can ever go back. Maybe this is punishment for that time I lit my Mom and Dad's hair on fire?

Not sure, he's th' only one I've ever met. Hopefully they're noit all like that.

*Or France is really freaking creepy.*

So that's how it works. Interestin'. I doubt lightin' yer parents hair on fire is enough t' get you punished loike this. 'specially with how long you've been here.

*But now he's thinking about what he could have done to end up here. Not call his parents enough? Not be enough like Saxton Hale?*

[video] His mind isn't even in the gutter. He's just... his poor brain.

Re: [video] His mind isn't even in the gutter. He's just... his poor brain.

[video] You've found a way to absolutely terrify the poor guy.

[video] Poor guy

[video -- action] She is so freaking adorable. :D

[video -- action] You can adopt her? XD

[action] Tempting.. but I have a lot of flammable things

[action] da'awwwwww

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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.

[action] Are they all LINEFACE?

[action] Two of them are. The third one is GLARE.