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texastech-hand started following you

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"Hey! You got a minute?" The Demoman called when he finally caught sight of someone who could help him out with his problem. Raising a hand to flag the stranger down, he quickened his step to try and catch up with him.

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Sam turned to look at the stranger with a warm smile. “Why, sure I do!” he paused to allow the Demoman to catch up to him. “Whaddaya need, partner? I’m always willin’ ta help a fellow mercenary.”

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A relieved look crossed Donal's face when the Engineer seemed friendly enough. He did need some help, and he could only hope that Sam might have what he needed.

"My cousin... sort of painted my bike." He explained once he'd finally caught up to the Engineer. "Pink. You wouldn't know if the company keeps any... non-pink paint in storage?"

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texastech-hand started following you

"Hey! You got a minute?" The Demoman called when he finally caught sight of someone who could help him out with his problem. Raising a hand to flag the stranger down, he quickened his step to try and catch up with him.

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The Pyro snorted in amusement when he thought he spotted that weird Soldier from the last time wearing their team colors. Setting his chin in his palm, he chucked a peanut at the strange guy. "Your old team had enough of you or something?"

He frowned and threw a rock at the Pyro. “Your team ain’t sick’a your mouth yet?” Pouting, he turned away from the RED. He couldn’t help thinking of him as the enemy, but he’d learned his lesson about attacking them. 

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After being hit by a rock in the chest, Dia’s amusement swiftly faded. It was one thing to throw food back and forth, but it was quite another to throw stones at eachother.

"Nope. And that sure does say a lot more about you than it does about me, pal."

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"Me? You’re th’ one over here throwin’ thangs at people. I ain’t done nothin’ to you an’ you’re startin’ with me." Turning his back on the Pyro, he fumed silently. "If you ain’t got nothin’ decent to say, I’d ‘preciate you leavin’ me alone." 

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The Pyro stuck out his tongue as he got out of his seat. "There's a big difference between someone throwing a peanut at someone to get their attention and someone chucking rocks. But, if that's how it's gonna be, I'll leave you to your sulking."

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The Pyro snorted in amusement when he thought he spotted that weird Soldier from the last time wearing their team colors. Setting his chin in his palm, he chucked a peanut at the strange guy. "Your old team had enough of you or something?"

He frowned and threw a rock at the Pyro. “Your team ain’t sick’a your mouth yet?” Pouting, he turned away from the RED. He couldn’t help thinking of him as the enemy, but he’d learned his lesson about attacking them. 

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After being hit by a rock in the chest, Dia's amusement swiftly faded. It was one thing to throw food back and forth, but it was quite another to throw stones at eachother.

"Nope. And that sure does say a lot more about you than it does about me, pal."

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((:c Bored. Anyone want a roleplay?))

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ask-mr-doe started following you

You could always trust the Pyro to be up to something these days. With its cousin sleeping soundly on the couch after their favourite show was over, it had taken to enacting its latest prank on him.

By the time it noticed the Soldier, the Pyro had already done quite a number on him. Pretty pink hairclips had been carefully inserted into his hair, and the Pyro had long since moved on to covering his face with stickers.

Silently, the arsonist raised a glove finger to its mask before returning to sticking pretty pink flowers to his face.

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marcel-the-medic started following you

Pyro silently looked up when it heard someone else around. Slowly, it turned its head to look over at the person intruding on it and the fun it was having burning various things it probably shouldn't be burning. Already, it had taken out a head of cabbage and a full pack of hotdogs. The remains of what seemed to have at one point been the tablecloth also lay scattered about its feet.

It kept its lenses fixated on the Medic as it flicked its lighter on and began torching a pile of napkins it had gathered into a pile on the now naked table.

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demoandpyro started following you!

"Hello there! How goes it?"

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"I’m doing fine." The Demoman frowned a little bit as he continued to leaf through the newest weapons catalogue hat had come in the mail. Much to his disappointment, the only new thing for his class was yet another shield.

To his right, the Pyro was happily burning the rest of their mail. It wasn’t like it was anything important to begin with.

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It was a bit awkward, knowing that neither of them were looking at her. So that was a bit insulting.

"Ahem…well…anyway…I’m Isabella Costa Romano. Chef for BLU. May I know your names?"

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A chef? That did get the Demoman to look up from his weapons magazine. "Hah, lucky BLUs. I got to eat his cooking." Donal jerked his head at his cousin, who continued burning things contently. If the Pyro even heard a word they said, the Pyro gave no sign.

"Well... We don't really like sharing our names with BLUs. Demo and Pyro will do- no offence."

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i-am-the-one-who-jumps started following you

Caught outside of his usual clothes, the portly pyromaniac found himself in an awkward situation. He'd been hoping to get away with raiding the fridge this late at night while doing his laundry. He didn't much like being seen, mainly due to the discoloured splotches of pale skin splattered across his bare arms and face.

He fought hard to hide his malaise behind a friendly smile. "Hudduh." He said, chuckling slightly at his own attempted joke as he buttered his toast.

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"Sure… I ain’t doin’ nothing at the moment so why not?" The Engineer shrugged, patting the Pyro lightly on the shoulder with his gunslinger.

Peculiar, the RED seemed to be hiding his face? He couldn’t say much himself, since he always wore something to cover his eyes, but still it concerned him slightly. Then again he was a Pyro and that was saying something within itself.

"Y’wanna… come in? I know I don’t look the nicest guy, but I swear down I can be if y’don’t insult me!"

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The Pyro let out an audible sigh of relief when he was offered some help. Good, this gave him a safe place to hide from his cousin until things blew over. Or, at least until he knew that his cousin had found his freshly painted bike and had moved on to looking for him elsewhere.

"Yeah... I just-" Going off to get his flamethrower probably wasn't the best idea, anyways. "I think they might have locked the armoury up. Maybe I can just... Describe the problem or something? Just so you know what to do when I do have it!"

Yeah, that seemed like a plausible thing to him. Diarmuid smiled brightly as he set his arm around the Engineer's shoulders and tried to tug him along. "C'mon, I won't take up too much of your time, I swear!"

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((Think I found a good voiceclaim for my Demo. Not that anyone's likely to hear him singing.))

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Thank God ’nother RED!

//The Engineer could just dance for joy at this moment in time, but sadly he’s not that kind of guy around strangers…//

Y’alright there or are ya lookin’ for a hand with somethin’?

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Even if they were both on the same thing, the Pyro found it awkward to talk with another RED without his suit on. He didn't like being seen very much, what with the obvious discolouration splashed across his face. But, there was little he could do other than tug the bill of his cap a little lower and try to distract the Engineer from the pale splotches on his dark complexion.

"Actually..." Now that he thought about it, the last place his cousin would think to look for him was with someone else. And he could use a place to hide, after what he'd pulled with his bike...

"My flamethrower's been acting up. Think I could bring it to you for a check-up? Like... right now?"

[lil-miss-romano]

demoandpyro started following you!

"Hello there! How goes it?"

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"I'm doing fine." The Demoman frowned a little bit as he continued to leaf through the newest weapons catalogue hat had come in the mail. Much to his disappointment, the only new thing for his class was yet another shield.

To his right, the Pyro was happily burning the rest of their mail. It wasn't like it was anything important to begin with.

[linformateur]

At the sound of another voice to the side quite a distance away from him, Valery ‘s head snapped immediately to the source, his eyes narrowing minutely as he attempted to make out the shape of a figure in the quickly-waning light. The clouds that seem to have suddenly rolled in from nowhere were definitely not helping, though after a moment of thought, he pressed his lips and called out,

"No," his voice was smooth and had an unconcerned cadence to it. "I’m not. I’ve no interest in following others when I’m out on a run for my own benefit."

The Frenchman then leaned down slowly, deliberately, to set his water bottle down and away from him, keeping his eyes trained on the figure in the shadows. He straightened back up and rested his arms at his side in a slightly-relaxed, but still somewhat guarded stance before speaking once more.

"Come out from there."

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Though Donal didn't believe the Spy's explanation, arguing with the man would do nothing but get them both involved in pointless bickering. He'd have no proof to the contrary unless the stranger did something suspicious. Nor did he see any point in denying his request. Remaining in the shadows would only but him more on edge, maybe make him more likely to try something.

With no other way out of this situation, Donal let out a weary noise and stepped out from the shadows. Without his gear and dressed only in grays, it would have been hard to peg him as a mercenary, but for the fact that he was in a restricted area.

"I don't plan on fighting tonight." He said, shifting that bottle from side to side in his grip. While not certain as to which team the man was on, it never hurt to be careful. "You?"

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— The Spy, thoroughly frazzled at this point, clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut as the muzzle of the flamethrower approached his face. His heart was practically pounding straight out of his chest, and he was almost certain the gas-masked individual could hear his pulse, as it was already pounding through his ears. This was the end. —

— A gust of wind grazed his face, and Francesco was left aghast, still cowering though. Was that it? Was he dead? He hadn’t yet opened his eyes. —

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That strange, wheezing laugh continued as the Pyro gave Francesco another puff of hot air rather than burning him. It seemed to take joy in tormenting him, and pressed the warm metal closer to his face.

And again, rather than ending it, the masked maniac merely hit him with another sudden burst of compressed air.

"Mmmpht!" It exclaimed, following up that second puff with another.

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demoandpyro's Demoman Oc for winning my raffle! I didn't have much to go by, by your information on his outfit and what not so I just guessed normal Demoman attire and went from there! hope you like none the less!

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(;u; yes yes, the dork doesn't have hats/miscs yet! Thank you so much for drawing Donal, he came out real cute!)