REDPyro

redtentaspy:

datredpyro:

redtentaspy:

datredpyro:

redtentaspy:

datredpyro:

redtentaspy:

Oh my ‘ead…. ‘ow did I get en zhe infirmary…..? *he grumbles and sits up wincing in pain as he moves. He finds himself bandaged up, good as new with his arm in a sling to heal.* Hnnn…. what ‘appened…? *he trembles and sits up then looks around for anyone.* …. Docteur….?

* pyro…

Nnn…. *he grunted in pain and then looked over at the firebug. He was a little surprised to see him there since the last time he had seen the RED was after the man tried to torch him.* Pyro… Are you alright? Where ez Medic….? What ‘appened?

* Pyro still unmoving, towel over the back of his head and back coughed and wretched. He was pulling stitches through his own jaw, he’s need a face brace just to keep the pressure off of his check while the bone healed. Sure respawn would heal it, but the months of pain and agony he’d go through was just a little too much, so he could deal with a disfigured face till he was a little better and then he could respawn back to his previous mold. * …

*he watches the pyro and then began to slide off the table but stopped when he nearly collapsed and just leaned against the table, arm in the brace. He could hear the pyro coughing and wanted to go assist him but last time he had tried to help him he got snapped at.* 

* Pyro groaned, trying to tell the Spy he was still attached to the table and the drip, that had been keeping him full of fluids and stable. Pyro clipped teh stitch and let a short sigh leave his nostrils, he still smelled like sewer, like WATER, and he wasnt happy, but he was glad that all of this was over. Pyro deducted he needed a drink, but it would have canceled out the pain killers so he refrained for now. *

*The spy curled back up on the table and let out another small groan of pain before he laid his head against the table.* Hnn… Pyro… did you do all zhis? *He questions motioning to his bandages. One nice thing about this new body was, he healed very well, these would probably heal perfectly fine within a matter of days, good as new. That was a perk he supposed. Besides, the re-spawn machine paranoid him, he always hated it, sure it saved their lives, but it just bothered him.*

* Pyro once again, did not answer, his head far to sore to even try to formulate words for teh ever questioning spy. Of course he did this, the stitches werent perfect, and the area around the spy was a mess, but the job was done. The big jobs anyway.  A medic would have been more careful, and looked after the tools better if he had ” operated ” on the spy.  Pyro let out another wretch and spat into the sink, saliva and blood dropping into the sink, he had lost teeth thanks to that shot, a molar at least.*

redtentaspy:

datredpyro:

redtentaspy:

datredpyro:

redtentaspy:

Oh my ‘ead…. ‘ow did I get en zhe infirmary…..? *he grumbles and sits up wincing in pain as he moves. He finds himself bandaged up, good as new with his arm in a sling to heal.* Hnnn…. what ‘appened…? *he trembles and sits up then looks around for anyone.* …. Docteur….?

* pyro…

Nnn…. *he grunted in pain and then looked over at the firebug. He was a little surprised to see him there since the last time he had seen the RED was after the man tried to torch him.* Pyro… Are you alright? Where ez Medic….? What ‘appened?

* Pyro still unmoving, towel over the back of his head and back coughed and wretched. He was pulling stitches through his own jaw, he’s need a face brace just to keep the pressure off of his check while the bone healed. Sure respawn would heal it, but the months of pain and agony he’d go through was just a little too much, so he could deal with a disfigured face till he was a little better and then he could respawn back to his previous mold. * …

*he watches the pyro and then began to slide off the table but stopped when he nearly collapsed and just leaned against the table, arm in the brace. He could hear the pyro coughing and wanted to go assist him but last time he had tried to help him he got snapped at.* 

* Pyro groaned, trying to tell the Spy he was still attached to the table and the drip, that had been keeping him full of fluids and stable. Pyro clipped teh stitch and let a short sigh leave his nostrils, he still smelled like sewer, like WATER, and he wasnt happy, but he was glad that all of this was over. Pyro deducted he needed a drink, but it would have canceled out the pain killers so he refrained for now. *

redtentaspy:

datredpyro:

redtentaspy:

Oh my ‘ead…. ‘ow did I get en zhe infirmary…..? *he grumbles and sits up wincing in pain as he moves. He finds himself bandaged up, good as new with his arm in a sling to heal.* Hnnn…. what ‘appened…? *he trembles and sits up then looks around for anyone.* …. Docteur….?

* pyro…

Nnn…. *he grunted in pain and then looked over at the firebug. He was a little surprised to see him there since the last time he had seen the RED was after the man tried to torch him.* Pyro… Are you alright? Where ez Medic….? What ‘appened?

* Pyro still unmoving, towel over the back of his head and back coughed and wretched. He was pulling stitches through his own jaw, he’s need a face brace just to keep the pressure off of his check while the bone healed. Sure respawn would heal it, but the months of pain and agony he’d go through was just a little too much, so he could deal with a disfigured face till he was a little better and then he could respawn back to his previous mold. * …

redsnipah:

[[ There’s no little friend circle or anything. In fact I barely talk to any of you other RPers because I’m a pussy and will freak out. RED Spy, you remember when I freaked out while we were rping on msn? That happens.

BLUsnipah and Dashingrouge started talking when dashingrouge joined. The…

 * pats You on the back and nods slowly.*

redhoovy:

redhoovy:

fuckyeahfrenchcroissants:

It Zeems The Two Snipers And Zhe New Blu Spy Are All Their Own Trio. And Zhey Zeem To Have Let The Tenta And Zhe Pyro Into Their Little Circle. Merde, I Do Not Know. I Juzt Zort Of Feel Rejected, I Zuppose. Like Zhe Black Zheep Of Zhe Group.

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[[I guess it’s because I’ve been feeling kind of pitiful and lonely irl. Being excluded just made it worse.

Blah. I sound like an attention whore.]]

How’s anyone gonna know you want some Lovin’ if you don’t say, bro? It’s cool. We all know now too. The only thing we can do now is make things better right?

datredpyro:

redhoovy:

fuckyeahfrenchcroissants:

It Zeems The Two Snipers And Zhe New Blu Spy Are All Their Own Trio. And Zhey Zeem To Have Let The Tenta And Zhe Pyro Into Their Little Circle. Merde, I Do Not Know. I Juzt Zort Of Feel Rejected, I Zuppose. Like Zhe Black Zheep Of Zhe…

( i’m sure no one meant anything, so no harm done. Come one ” ladies” n harm no foul ( unless it’s on the battlefield. ) :>  right? * Blus still cant get a hug* ( forever in character) 

blusniper:

redhoovy:

fuckyeahfrenchcroissants:

It Zeems The Two Snipers And Zhe New Blu Spy Are All Their Own Trio. And Zhey Zeem To Have Let The Tenta And Zhe Pyro Into Their Little Circle. Merde, I Do Not Know. I Juzt Zort Of Feel Rejected, I Zuppose. Like Zhe Black Zheep Of Zhe Group.

…

Oi do NOT git aroused with either of those pooftehs…>BC

* Shrugs, sure whatever you sick Homo * ( he doesnt say it but you know that’s what the shrug meannnns*

dashingrogue:

horsepoweredsheila:

redtentaspy:

dashingrogue:

horsepoweredsheila:

datredpyro:

*It was clear to the Engineer the couple would not make it far and it made her nauseous to think how badly the situation had turned. She backed up to let them pass, intent on waiting for the Tentaspy to fall.*

* Pyro gripped onto the spy and then shrugged, hard, his flamethrower coming to arms as he backed up, ” …. ” he was trying to mutter to the spy directions, but it was hard, actually it was impossible. His mouth was caked shut with blood, it wouldn’t be long till he could no longer breath out his nose and he’d drown in his own blood. This gave him a feeling of urgency. Despite his leg he grabbed one of the spys tendrils and wrapped it around it, holding it locked at the joint. that’s what he wanted to say, he wanted the spy to keep him tense, so he could function past the blood and numbing pain that made his mind blur and his vision darken with every step. Instead of heading for outside, the pyro headed for the sewers, he hated that place, but it would keep them clear of most BLUs and provide a faster path to the med bay or an engineers workshop. *

They will not get far, cheri. *He said quietly, straightening his tie. He glanced down at the forlorn Engineer and laid a gloved hand on her shoulder* Do did the best that you could.

*the ill spy had already been weak, and now that he had been roughed up he was even weaker, he shook with each move be made, nearly collapsing each time.

He probably wouldn’t even remember this event, it would probably join with some of the other repressed memories, like the first experiment that had occurred. Details of these memories were impossible.

He let out a weak sound as he tried to help his companion to where he was kind of being lead.*

Pyro made it to the water, and then started to wade, very slowly. He felt his him nearing.. if he didn’t stop and just rest he’d be done for.  Pyro groned and then sat down on the blu platform. That was as far as he could go. 

…we’ll check the sewers in 10. That’d be plenty’a time for them t’ get out. We’ll… help if they ain’t. *She sighed deeply, shaking her head, and leaned against the tall Spy* Dammit.

Oui… that is reasonable. *Spy was loathe to go into the filthy sewers but he couldn’t help but feel slightly responsible for the situation. He felt he owed it to at least the Engineer to try*

*the spy collapses onto the platform beside the other RED before slipping off and flopping into the water with a splash. The water stung his wounds and made him cry in pain, the water muting him. He shivered and coiled his aching tendrils around his body for protection.*

*The Engineer paced impatiently then looked up at Remi, tugging his finely pressed sleeve impatiently before peering down the entrance of the sewers curiously* We should go check now, Remi….

*The Spy was clearly reluctant. He huffed quietly and shook his head, grasping the short woman’s wrist in a gloved hand.* Non, amie. They made it clear how it is. If they wish to die in the sewers, so be it.

Pyro started laughing a bit, his head was spinning, his feet were wet, he couldnt handle all the moisturein his suit. The pyro blamed the spy totally for everything that had happened. Dieing was fine, being killed by a BLU was not, mercy kill or not. breaking the crusted blood from his mouth was the most uncomfortable feeling he had to put up with since it was not numbed.  He did how ever want to be back in RED, that stink hole was better than this one, in his own opinion. ( and he’d be able to claim his items after he respawned.)

*It was clear to the Engineer the couple would not make it far and it made her nauseous to think how badly the situation had turned. She backed up to let them pass, intent on waiting for the Tentaspy to fall.*

* Pyro gripped onto the spy and then shrugged, hard, his flamethrower coming to arms as he backed up, ” …. ” he was trying to mutter to the spy directions, but it was hard, actually it was impossible. His mouth was caked shut with blood, it wouldn’t be long till he could no longer breath out his nose and he’d drown in his own blood. This gave him a feeling of urgency. Despite his leg he grabbed one of the spys tendrils and wrapped it around it, holding it locked at the joint. that’s what he wanted to say, he wanted the spy to keep him tense, so he could function past the blood and numbing pain that made his mind blur and his vision darken with every step. Instead of heading for outside, the pyro headed for the sewers, he hated that place, but it would keep them clear of most BLUs and provide a faster path to the med bay or an engineers workshop. *

They will not get far, cheri. *He said quietly, straightening his tie. He glanced down at the forlorn Engineer and laid a gloved hand on her shoulder* Do did the best that you could.

*the ill spy had already been weak, and now that he had been roughed up he was even weaker, he shook with each move be made, nearly collapsing each time.

He probably wouldn’t even remember this event, it would probably join with some of the other repressed memories, like the first experiment that had occurred. Details of these memories were impossible.

He let out a weak sound as he tried to help his companion to where he was kind of being lead.*

Pyro made it to the water, and then started to wade, very slowly. He felt his him nearing.. if he didn’t stop and just rest he’d be done for.  Pyro groned and then sat down on the blu platform. That was as far as he could go.