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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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]

[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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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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[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.]

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[Regaining her composure, she closed her eyes briefly and relaxed. When she opened them again, she gave a cool smile and suggested something different.]

How about...from now on. If we disagree, we just duel instead? I like that better then arguing with Sensei.

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

You zhink just because you von zhis time, zhat it vill alvays end like zhis und you can alvays mock me?

[Right. Offensive class against support class. He glances back towards his übersaw still lieing on the ground, the large syringe attatched to it indicating that he had gotten just one hit in. Clearly not his best result.]

It vill not end like zhis again.

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I'm not mocking you. How long will it take to get it through that thick German head of yours? Despite what you may think of me, I don't judge someones fighting ability essentially on their class--especially when it comes to melee combat. I've seen other Medics I would practically call Battle Medics. They don't always hide behind Heavy with their medigun out and they aren't scared to ram their weapons straight into their opponents chest.

I've seen a lot of interesting things....

Our RED base had more then one Medic. Do you know how scary and amazing it is when two of them get together and ubercharge each other on and off simultaneously? They can take out anything.

[She's trying to say she respects you here.]

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[Medic fell silent at that and stopped what he was doing, shoulders slumping slightly.]

Ich weiß. Zhe BLUs had two Medics... Mein team dezided zu request einem second Heavy vhen given zhe choize...

[And if he hadn't been stuck between their Heavy and Soldier before that already, his fate had been sealed by then. The RED would literally have killed to get a chance to do some active fighting every now and then, but his colleagues apparently didn't think much of that idea. So hearing Pyro's words just now left him with a nasty envious itch.

With a brief shake of his head and a depressed sigh he set down the medical supplies, straightened his clothes and finally picked up his saw at least before standing up from the ground. He was far from done with his wound, but he didn't feel like sticking around any longer and listening to this and learn how apparently he couldn't keep up with these amazing other Medics. Right. He was one of those Medics that spend most of their time running after a Heavy. But not because he wanted to do so, but because his colleagues would tear him to shreds if he did different. So the whole topic was a bit of a touchy one to him.

Walking away slowly, the man hisses in a low voice.]

Maybe you are lucky und razher get one of your colleagues to show up hier instead of me.

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It would be nice--but there are several reasons that would be bad if that happened.

[Focusing in directly on his eyes, Pyro gave him the stare down as she admitted her secret.]

None of them know I'm a woman besides my own Medic. When he gave me my first checkup he didn't seem to care despite how nervous I was when he saw my naked body. He said he found no need to tell the rest of the team and so far--it looks like he hasn't. I'd like to have a little break from hiding my face, no matter how much I miss my Enginee--er, the others back home.

...

I don't think they would take me as seriously just because I was born a female. There are times I wish I could of been born a man so I could at least smile and talk to my co-workers with them knowing how I feel. But I can't.

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[The man stopped in his tracks and turned to return the stare with a frown on his own.]

Of course zhere ist no need to tell such a zhing zu anyone! Two thirds of all Pyromaniacs I ever vorked vizh vere female, und BLU even has eine higher quota in zhis. If only HALF of you vould take off zheir mask every now und zhen, most of zhe teams vould be used to haffing you females around!

[Which didn't mean he particularly agreed on zhis either, though.]

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.............!?


You met other female Pyros? I never knew of any other ones. I thought I was the only one.

I'm unsure. They might get annoyed having to cover up their filth and stop belching like disgusting idiots at the dining hall if there was a lady present. Let's not forget them going on about their sexual encounters.

[There were so many things Pyro would be better off not hearing. EVER.]

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Tch. Of course you haff met zhem! But you all haff your masks glued to your faces, so it ist no vonder you are unable to recognize one anozher.

[He snorts, turns away again and continues walking away.]

...und I keep telling every single one of you, but do you vomen ever -listen-?!

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H-hey! Chotto matte kudasai!

[Chasing after him, Pyro sprang to her foot and shuffled along behind him with loud heavy steps.]

What...what were they like? I want to know.

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Vhat. Every single one of zhem?!

[He snarled back at her over his shoulder and stopped again to cross his arms and frown her way.]

Different. Every single one of zhem vas different! Some didn't even dare to speak a single vord vizhout zheir mask, some vere even crazier zhan our Soldier und one even made it her hobby to set our own Scouts on fire.

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[She was just fascinated to know there were others like her. Male or female, any Pyro to her was like a kindred spirit. However, growing up she had been taken to a psychiatrist many times and had been told the odds of females becoming pyromaniacs were much rarer then boys.]

I don't blame the one who burnt her own Scouts. Those young boys are full of hormones they don't know how to control. They probably stole her underwear and were sniffing them.

But just hearing there things? I know I am different then them now too. We may have an interest in setting anything we can get our flamethrower around aflame, but all of us are more then that...not that anyone ever takes notice.

For instance, we just go by class names? Yes. That's all anyone thinks they need to know about anyone in our line of work. But studying an opponent--each one is different even if they are the same class. They act differently. I've noticed during the times where I've been hiding in seclusion waiting for a group of BLUs to come my way so I can ambush them. Sometimes it is little things--their hold on their weapons is incorrect and is more likely to provide inaccuracy when going for a target for example.

[At least one stereotype about Pyro was certainly true. As a woman, she sure could ramble.]

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Of course you are different as vell! I just said so--

[He gave an annoyed sigh and ran his hand over his face. He certainly wasn't in the mood for any class discussions now. Hell. Members of his class all even looked very similar and even had similar voices! Yes. Tiny differences were there, but at first these things sure had required some getting used to.]

Are you done now?

[He just wanted to leave and finally take care of that bleeding gash in his shoulder.]

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[Putting her mask back on that had been setting on the ground, Pyro watched as her brain slug moved to her shoulder in the process to avoid suffocating to death underneath there.

She wasn't wearing the rest of her uniform, but this was usually the most effective way to silence herself from anything but 'hudda speak' which tended to take more concentration to understand.

Nodding her head silently, she looked up at him through her dark eye holes on her mask sounding disappointed with a mumbling groan.]

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[Nodding briefly at that, Medic turned once more and finally, FINALLY seemed allowed to leave, return home, lock the door and just be with himself for hopefully a long, LONG time.

...and if he was lucky, she'd forget about the whole moving together-thing soon.]