Flame #07 Pyro tries not to be obvious she wants company.

[notintehkitchen]

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I'd like to seek contact with the blue haired man I met when first waking up into Paradise. Do any of you know where I can find him?

[Because there is unfinished business that needs to be discussed--and it may or may not end with her lighting him on fire.]

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[Voice][Filtered to RED Team (RED Engineer, RED Male!Pyro and RED Medic)]

Are any of you finding it strange to live by yourself? I was considering the possibility of moving my location to somewhere larger and decided it wouldn't hurt to offer a new place to everyone. Somewhere that...

[Drifting off, she hesitates.]

Reminds us more of home.

I don't mind scout--

[Stops and cringes at her choice of words there.]

Looking around.

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[Video//Voice][Filtered to Hana]

Would moving someplace new bother you if I helped you move your possessions? I'd like to discuss the matter with you, Hana-chan.

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Pyro started to laugh, but it was no way to tease Medic. She was just having fun and feeling happy despite her own injuries.]

You don't have to word if that way if you don't want to. Silly man, just realize what is happening here!

An offensive class against a support class. Even if you have your regenerative abilities and speed, Sensei will have difficulties.

But, you know...I'm really surprised! You made me bleed twice, so you should feel great about that! You did good. You're not really so weak. If your practice harder, maybe someday you can beat me!

[As she spoke, she still observed him to see if he'd try to move towards his saw. He might feel that getting killed while battling her was more proper then losing to her.]

Don't forget. There's no respawn on.

[Action] - And again the most convenient hover text~

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Ist your only intention hier to mock me?!

[He snarled back angrily, fingers digging painfully into his own wound. And he made a sharp turn on his heel before stomping off towards his weapon, muttering towards himself.]

Das muss ich mir nicht anhören!

[Deciding to simply ignore her, he marched over to the übersaw and crouched down to pick up the blade.]

[Action] ;P tackle

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Was he really going for that damned saw again? Pyro had about two options here. Tell him she was no longer interested in fighting and flee the scene or tackle him from behind.

Which sounded funner? Defiantly tackling this man from his backside perked her up a little more.]

Sorry, Sensei...

[Speaking barely above a whisper, Pyro began to charge at him at full speed. As he was crouching down to pick up his blade, Medic might feel the heavy weight of a woman landing on top of him.]

[Action] Ouch. - Hover texts are fun, but for now I'll go back to tiny stars...

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[The German had just gotten hold of his weapon when something heavy hit him in the back quite suddenly and knocked him off of his feet and face-first to the ground. Since he was holding his saw in his one hand and his other wasn't exactly of much use with that wound he had gotten himself, Medic had no chance to catch that fall somehow and the sound the man produced was an odd mix between surprise and pain.]

Wa-WAS--?!

[He struggled underneath her.]

Rrgh-- Bist du des Wahnsinns?!*


[[* Are you insane?]]

[Action] Rofl :P

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Pinning down his arms, she would let the rest of his body squirm as she hovered over his body in complete silence.

She didn't want to dispose of Medic, he was a fellow RED and could provide useful for later on if she ever needed "da healz".

Closing her eyes as he struggled and called out in German again, she simply shrugged her shoulders.]

[Action] Can't... breathe...

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[The man kept struggling for some time while continuing to curse and mutter in his own native tongue. Though any attempt to get his hands free failed miserably and the best he might manage was to grind his own face into the dirt and partly knock his glasses off.

Needless to say that this didn't do his still open wound any good.

Several minutes passed before Medic finally ceased struggles and just remained there underneath the female panting slightly for a moment before turning his head halfway to shoot her something that probably was meant to be a glare and hiss at her in an angry, low voice.]

Let. Me. Go!

Re: [Action] Can't... breathe...

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I don't feel like it.

[It was a simple response. Getting pinned down by a woman and not having enough strength length to muster her off would of looked terrible back in their world.]

You should just close your eyes and rest. I believe I have a first aid kit in my room somewhere--I will tend to your wound. Do you hear that, Sensei? Today, Pyro gets to be Medic and Medic gets to be the patient!

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Arerrrgh...

[He simply growled in frustration at that and let his head drop back down to the ground. Medic didn't lift it back up as he spoke up again]

Just stopp calling me zhat already!

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

No way, Sensei is the perfect name for you.

[The way he growled was almost...cute. Almost. Not that Pyro would ever admit it out loud.

Gripping his arms a little tighter, Pyro lowered her bloody face close to his own before whispering in his ear.]

So, do you surrender to me? I hope you are ready to be sweet and kind to Hana-chan.

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[The man tried jerking his hands free once more before letting his shoulders slump back down.]

If I ever find out vhat you are insulting me vizh, I vill- grrrgh-!

[Another failing attempt to gain purchase with one of his feet followed by yet another growl.]

Niemals. Never!! Vhy vould I even do zhat?!

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Her expression changed to one of sadness when she was asked such a question. Everything she had decided today had also mattered on this battle.]

Because if we move in together...Hana-chan is coming too. You can be mean to me all you want, but be nice to her. She's just a little one.

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

So you still vant to protect zhis child.

[Medic kept his face in the dirt for now, unwilling to keep his head up while he could clearly feel his regeneration picking up its pace to at least stop the bleeding. He almost murmured his next words.]

...und you keep painting a giant, red target on her back by doing so. Do you even notice zhat?

[There was a slight hiss in the man's voice, though it was mostly a reaction to the pain his wound as well as being held down in this uncomfortable position caused.]

You are acting unprofessional! Just imagine a BLU shoving up und finding out about her. Vho do you zhink he vould go after in order to get to you? Unlike most ozhers hier, ve are used to dieing. How do you zhink your little one vould take a rocket fired at her faze?

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Yes. It is my intention to keep protecting her until she becomes spirited away.

Maybe I am, a little bit. But we are not at work no longer, so I thought it couldn't hurt to have fun.

[The way she admitted so openly she was probably doing wrong didn't really bother her. She thought just like a child--this was her time to play and mess around. There still might be a few dangers but she was keeping watch on those closely.]

I won't let anything bad happen to her. If anyone dares touch Hana-chan they will be tortured over open flames. After that, they will slowly have each and every one of their fingers hacked off...and then their arms and legs. I will make them suffer a long time before they reach hell.

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[He snorts.]

Richtig. Und you seeking revenge vill totally undo vhatever it is zhat might haff happened to zhat child by zhat point. Und do you really zhink a BLU Soldier vould be impressed by zhis even?

Now get OFF of mein back!

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[She didn't try to show him her reasoning any longer. Instead, the woman slowly removed herself from his back and sat down on her knees.

Wiping sweat from her forehead, she watched him with eyes that of a sad puppy would have. Really. Pyro was good at making herself look very childish and innocent when she had just made her fellow RED bleed from places.]

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[Oh, of course she'd stop arguing. But at least she also let go of him at last. Medic somehow managed to get himself into an upright sitting position on the ground after struggling a little with his freshly retrieved arms. Setting his glasses straight again he normally would have gone back to glaring at the woman, but didn't particularly feel like doing so. Instead he went to picking at his wound and take a better look at it.]

You zhink zhis ist all just fun und play, richtig?

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Whistling for a brief moment as if calling out to someone--After a few moments, her brain slug hopped out from a two story fall and landed on her head with a medkit in it's sticky tentacles.]

Mostly.

[The brain slug give a squeak on her head before dropping the medkit in front of her. Smiling up at it, she then opened it and began finding the materials she would need to patch Medic's wound.]

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[Medic frowned slightly at that, but refrained from commenting. Pyros and their brain slugs. Barely anyone understood any of them, but they seemed to be able to communicate with one another somehow at least.]

Tch.

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Now. Will you let me cover up your wound or will you sit there on the ground frowning? Jell-O told me that you would look better if you smiled a little more often.

[Who was Jell-O? It was that green slimy slug on top of her head, of course!]

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

I doubt zhat you vould just hand me vhat I need to do it myself?

[His voice remained snarly. Really. Should he let a woman, a Pyro near any of his wounds even?]

Und vhy vould I even vant to smile?

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

If you prefer it. I'm just doing what a RED should do if there is an injured person--and that injured person happens to be a Medic.

[Pushing the kit closer toward him, she would let him decide on his own. If he didn't trust her, that was fine.]

Because, more people might find you more approachable and you'd less likely be bored all the time. Even if we're stuck in a hellhole with the ironic name of Paradise, we must still look for the good that can come out of this situation. There will be difficult times, but...I've already had fun times and I met people who weren't scared of how I looked. I've probably even met people weirder then the ones back home. Who would of ever thought?

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[He snorted slightly and dragged the kit closer to him before giving a not exactly elegant show of turning his back towards her without getting up from the ground or having to use his injured arm.

A Medic patching himself up wasn't the most glorious sight available. While they just had to point their medigun at everyone else and push down the lever to do something skin to magic, they had to treat their own wounds manually. They often went for some isolated place for that to not end up being found by an enemy... Or a teammate. During their missions time was limited, and so a Medic often ended up doing a rather crude job on himself. And every now and then a Medic that stumbled across his enemy counterpart licking his wounds also wouldn't hesitate to lend a quick hand.

Though that was a thing among Medics. Something none of their colleagues was to find out. Ever.

Not saying a word, the male RED searched through the box with his one fully usable hand and checked the labels of a few little bottles before picking one and turning to the task of unscrewing the lid with his teeth. While his other hand was practically uninjured as well, moving it would only put more strain on his wound.]

Ach. So you zhink I am actually interested in making some friends hier, ja? Vhat for? Und vhat Gut should zhis bring uns?

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Wakarimasen. I don't know. I just thought maybe the reason you were grumpy so often was become you were lonely and bored.

...

[She hesitates with her next words. The Pyro is unsure if it would be wise to be friends with a co-worker. Wasn't her Brain slug and Hana-chan enough for now? Besides, Medic would just make her sad and call her stupid all the time, wouldn't he?]

If you want, I can be your friend.

[Dammit, it just sort of slipped out.]

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[Medic couldn't help but glance back over his houlder at her at that in mild confusion. Well. Bored he may be, but... Lonely? And she offered to be his friend even? Turning his head back towards the medical supplies in front of him he set aside what he was holding and chuckled, running his once again free hand over his face and rubbing his eyes.

Maybe she was right? At least he was pretty sure he didn't have any friends among his colleagues. But he himself avoided them just as he avoided any social contact to begin with.

The faint laughter died down and the man went back to work, readying a piece of cloth with the liquid of the bottle and shoving it underneath his coat and shirt to press it on and into the large cut to clean the wound hissing mildly through his teeth at the contact before finally replying to her offer. His voice was lacking the amusement his former chuckling may have let one assume to be there. It was flat, calm and he at least tried to have it sound somewhat rejecting even.]

Zhat... May be a bad idea.

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[What was she expecting him to say? "Yes, Pyro. That sounds like a good idea?" That would be wishful thinking. Why did she even--WHY?

At his response, her eyes expanded for a brief moment.]