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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*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.*

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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?*

[Lightly punching his shoulder, she smiled as she finally closed her eyes.]

At least you don't have to worry about getting lonesome. I'm envious... I wish I could be a little like that. It's a good quality to have.

[Placing her free hand over her face, she swore she could feel something wet coming from her eyes. What... what was this?!]

Mr. Hawk really is a professional.

Hn. Not really. It's easier, doesn't mean it's better.

*He looks down into his empty cup and for a brief moment his eyes soften and he looks a little less line-facey.*

Didn't always have t' be.

*He scoffs when she calls him a professional.*

'course I am. Glad t' see someone noticed.

*Unlike him who hasn't noticed the crying yet. But will freak out when he does.*

...

[Touching her fingertips to her eyes, she blinked when she pulled them away.

Was that water? Tears? What? Why? She shouldn't cry. Especially around a BLU, she could just imagine all the other REDs teasing her for it. How she wished she had her gas mask to hide away in now.

As hard as she tried to stop sobbing, her sniffles and whimpers only got louder.]

Ah, I... I think I'm sick?

[Yes, Pyro. You only cry when you're sick. That was a lousy excuse.]

*Oh.

Shit.

He stared at her in surprise and a little horror. What should he do? Comforting her was pretty out of the question since he didn't have a clue what to say, and he wasn't about to touch her to hug her. Okay, first things first, stop staring at her. That always helped.*

Maybe you inhaled too much smoke.

*Yeah, sure, he totally believes that. Option 2, drink it away! Sniper is so smart. He pours another cup for her and offers it to her.*

[You can inhale too much smoke as a Pyro? That didn't seem logical to her. Was that supposed to be a comforting excuse for the real reason she crying?

Getting up to her knees, she took the cup and nodded silently. Her face was already stained in tears while her cheeks grew red both from the alcohol and the sobbing.]

Arigatou. Thank you.

[Downing the fluids in an instant, the moment the alcohol hit her she felt herself fall sideways off the couch. Landing on her rear, she shook her head back and forth and turned to Sniper hoping he didn't see how clumsy she was.]

*Letting her come over is going on the long list of mistakes he's made since coming to this place. He's not really sure what to do with a drunken, crying Pyro in his house.*

Maybe you should lay down.

*He gestures to the couch, but he's not going to help her up. Polite yes, gentlemanly no.*

[Reaching for her glass, she shook her head and extended her arms out towards him.]

No, I'm fine. Give me another, please.

[There was one way to stop crying she believed. Alcohol would make her forget her worries for a short time.]

You sure that's a good idea?

*But he pours her another cup anyway. And what the hell, he pours another for himself too. At least he hasn't fallen out of his chair yet.*

I'm a big girl.

[In more ways then one.]

I'll be fine.

[With a slight nod, Pyro drank the next one down just as quick. About a minute later, the woman realized she had started feeling rather hot. How strange, her tolerance for heat had always been good. Perhaps it was time to get out of the rest of her uniform?

Don't mind as Pyro stumbles to get up and starts stripping down to a pair of jean shorts and a wifebeater.]

*He's definitely going easy on this cup. He can actually start to feel it in his head, making everything warm and kind of fuzzy. All he needed was to get stupidly drunk with a RED and put himself in danger. On the other hand it wasn't like there were any Spies around, that he knew of, so maybe it didn't really matter what he did.*

You sure? You can barely stand up.

*He smirks, but he's not much better right now. Of course he can laugh, he's sitting down.*

Hmm? Why? Are you actually worried?

[A BLU being worried over a RED? That would be laughable! Wrapping one arm around her stomach, she pointed with her other at him and chuckled.]

Very very cute, Mr. Hawk! To think you'd be concerned over a filthy arsonist like myself!

[He probably just doesn't want you to throw up on his rug, Pyro.]

Just don't want you chunderin' on me in an hour.

*So yes, something like that.*

Maybe it's a good thing you never drank with yer team.

C-chund--wha!?

[She had no idea what that means. Shrugging it off, she went over to his side and sat on the arm rest. Tilting her head sideways, she blinks.]

Hmmm? That's not very nice...

[And here is where Pyro sort of falls backwards and lands on his lap. Jell-O is on the other side of the room watching his mother with the BLU. He does not like what he is seeing very much.]

Ah? Something feels...bony.

Nevermind.

*He eyes her warily as she perches on the arm of his chair. Cue the panic when she falls over onto him. He instantly pushes her off and shoves the chair backwards, losing his balance in the process and falling in a heap on the floor. Hey, at least he didn't fall on her with all his angular bony ribs and stuff.*

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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.

[action] God, and he gets to see her cry first out of anyone ROFL.

[action] WHAT HAPPENED TO GO EASY ON HIM? AHFJASHBDAFJSDBFSM

[action] ROFL. SNIPER MAKES GIRLS CRY (its not his fault).

[action] You are not helping his self esteem at all. /sobs

[Action] God, just don't get her too drunk or she'll start telling him he's good looking.

[Action] He is so not drunk enough to take that well.... This is going amazingly. XD

[Action] STUPID SEXY SNIPER.

[Action] Sure Pyro, more booze will fix this.

[Action] He'll have good blackmail. XD

[Action] But when is he ever going to be able to use it?

[Action] Good for trollin' Medic. Mentioned getting called sexy by pyro=RAGE

[Action] Sniper doesn't know that though. And he's not likely to blackmail people. The grump..

[Action] Ffffff. HE'S JUST GONNA LINEFACE ABOUT IT, ISN'T HE? XD;

[Action] Yep. GEEZ. HOW'D YOU KNOW.