Boom Baby

Ye think you can jus' walk in 'ere an' act tough. Just 'cause I'm a girl, don't make me weak. I'll blow your world up. {TF2 Demobabe rpblog. No art is my own unless stated otherwise.}

[handsomejackrussell]

so like… does anyone know what the tf2 rp community is like

ive been thinkin and i made most of my het//alia friends thru rp’in so… that might be a cool idea, but im always so nervous abt things like that

esp if i use my spoo oc who is hardly an oc but he is still close enough to an oc to be very heavily criticized aye

[meolscrumpy-blog]

personally I was iffy due to facebook rp experience in that side of the fandom, but getting here it's been amazing. I think I found out where all the good people were hiding haha.

Welcome to the club and sorry I'm late as hell responding. I have like eight blogs in this fandom alone floating around, so I'll throw something at you for sure.

[justyourcowboyfromhell-deactiva]

"I wonder, there's a severe lack of demowomen here....hm. A pity, I would've asked one out to dinner."

Sector said as he put the pipe out of his mouth.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Lad, why demowomen specifically? 'At's a bit of a strange likin'." Trisha raised an eyebrow curiously. Because honestly, someone missing an eye was kind of odd, and she had the missing eye.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Alright. Bit tired from tha battle but ye get tha’." Trisha smiled lightly to the other and bat the chair next to her. "Want a drink? Or aye can cook fer ye." she offered.

[shooting-good]

"No, am good. Thank you though.", he sits down in the seat next to her.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Ye sure?" Trisha asked, smiling to the man, soft drink in hand, keeping from the beer till she hangs out with the engineer later.

[zhat-medic]

+ meolscrumpy

[zhat-medic]

  "Agreed. To science partners," Medic replied. A grin blossomed on his face. "I’m certain ve’ll combine our efforts in zhe future to accomplish great sings.”

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Ye got it. Wot about a drink ta celebrate? Got a collection, sure aye got somethin’ fer yer tastes." Trisha, whilst she wasn’t a scrumpy chugging demo, did like to celebrate the rare good things with a drink and remember people or events with something sweeter, plus a beer after a good days work wasn’t bad, especially when shared with the engineer.

[zhat-medic]

Medic hummed. On the one hand, the occasion did feel like it needed celebrating. But on the other, he wasn’t the booze-loving person everyone presumed him to be, and ‘drinks’ usually meant ‘alcoholic beverages’.

"Vell, I’m admittedly not much for alcohols, but if you’ve got somesing else zhat’s not of common variety I vould be glad to."

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Ye'd be surprised. Ah love ta drink, but Tavish outdrinks me daily. Nine times outta ten, mah 'scrumpy' is soda." Which was true. Trisha usually drank after hours to celebrate a win or say 'better luck next time' to a loss, to enjoy the company of friends or remember dates and people gone.

"Aye bet aye can find somethin' fer ye. Wot do ye fancy? I can say if aye got it or not." she smiled brightly.

It was funny, a demo who watched their alcohol intake. It was strange, but secretly, she feared her body would give out. She was strong, but the fear was there.

[zhat-medic]

+ meolscrumpy

[zhat-medic]

  "Oh, ve’d still do it even if zhey stood over me und told me not to!"

Medic beamed proudly and defiantly. “You cannot stop science from happening, especially vhen I’m zhe vhan doing it.”

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Ney, ye can’t. I think we will get along perfectly." Trisha grinned and held up a hand for a high five. "Ta science partners, yea?" and she didn’t care if her friendship with the ‘crazy doctor’ got her to lose the favoring of a few of the men, she knew the Engineer was good, the Medic too, so that’s all she cared about.

[zhat-medic]

"Agreed. To science partners," Medic replied. A grin blossomed on his face. "I’m certain ve’ll combine our efforts in zhe future to accomplish great sings.”

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Ye got it. Wot about a drink ta celebrate? Got a collection, sure aye got somethin' fer yer tastes." Trisha, whilst she wasn't a scrumpy chugging demo, did like to celebrate the rare good things with a drink and remember people or events with something sweeter, plus a beer after a good days work wasn't bad, especially when shared with the engineer.

[zhat-medic]

+ meolscrumpy

[zhat-medic]

  "Vell, it’s not zhat zhey care, per say,” Medic replied. “Eh- But I’ve accidentally blown sings up a fair number of times und damaged parts of zhe lab so I’m sure you can understand zheir… reservations.”

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Lad, ya got an’ expert with ya, they can lay off it." Trisha snorted. "They don’t tell ya ‘ow ta operate, they sure as ‘ell don’t tell meh ‘ow ta blow stuff up, so they can can it." Trisha snickered and shrugged.

[zhat-medic]

"Oh, ve’d still do it even if zhey stood over me und told me not to!"

Medic beamed proudly and defiantly. “You cannot stop science from happening, especially vhen I’m zhe vhan doing it.”

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Ney, ye can't. I think we will get along perfectly." Trisha grinned and held up a hand for a high five. "Ta science partners, yea?" and she didn't care if her friendship with the 'crazy doctor' got her to lose the favoring of a few of the men, she knew the Engineer was good, the Medic too, so that's all she cared about.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Aye, hello Heavy. How are ye?" Trisha asked and smiled brightly at the man.

[shooting-good]

"Am good, and you?"

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Alright. Bit tired from tha battle but ye get tha'." Trisha smiled lightly to the other and bat the chair next to her. "Want a drink? Or aye can cook fer ye." she offered.

[shooting-good]

| meolscrumpy started following you |

"Helloo, Demo.", he waves.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Aye, hello Heavy. How are ye?" Trisha asked and smiled brightly at the man.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

(terrorinsilkties) " Madame? Zere's a ticking somwhere in the ze west part of ze base.. I am not a professional in zis field, and I'd like to rid the chance of being killed in my quiet time."

Trisha looked up from what she was working on, glasses on her nose before she sighed, resting them on the top of her head, leaving her toy to stand. “Lead the way, lad.” she yawned, stretching her body.

[tobemovedsf]

" Why.. Did the mirror ‘ave holes in it?"   He put on his best poker face, trying not to erupt into laughter.. that always spoiled the joke telling part, and he’d nearly perfected the art of it.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

This was a strange joke, something she hasn’t heard and she beamed. “Why?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

[tobemovedsf]

" Because ze moron was trying to shoot ze handsome man!"  He burst into laughter, leaning his head back as he let it bubble out of him. Had he not put down his wine glass, it would have spilled onto his good suit.  It was sort of a murderous joke, but in better taste than most.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha snorted out a laugh, gingerly holding the glass to steady it, her laugh lighter than the other's. "Careful, lad, ye'll ruin yer suit." she added lightly, knowing the other by reputation had a thing for keeping his suit clean.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

(terrorinsilkties) " Madame? Zere's a ticking somwhere in the ze west part of ze base.. I am not a professional in zis field, and I'd like to rid the chance of being killed in my quiet time."

Trisha looked up from what she was working on, glasses on her nose before she sighed, resting them on the top of her head, leaving her toy to stand. “Lead the way, lad.” she yawned, stretching her body.

[tobemovedsf]

   He was not quite the cut of the cloth that every one thought they saw… His exterior could be sandpaper, on the battlefield, of course.  And yet he was silk, smooth, and a shimmering personality.  "  I appreciate your open mindedness. " Barnaby commented,  feeling at ease now.. he began laughing again, softly. "  Do you want to ‘ear a joke?"

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha smiled, liking her new yet unexpected friend. She chuckled with him, unsure why, but let it slide. “Go ahead, lad. ‘M all ears.” she chirped happily, sipping her drink.

[tobemovedsf]

" Why.. Did the mirror ‘ave holes in it?"   He put on his best poker face, trying not to erupt into laughter.. that always spoiled the joke telling part, and he’d nearly perfected the art of it.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

This was a strange joke, something she hasn't heard and she beamed. "Why?" she asked, tilting her head curiously.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

(terrorinsilkties) " Madame? Zere's a ticking somwhere in the ze west part of ze base.. I am not a professional in zis field, and I'd like to rid the chance of being killed in my quiet time."

Trisha looked up from what she was working on, glasses on her nose before she sighed, resting them on the top of her head, leaving her toy to stand. “Lead the way, lad.” she yawned, stretching her body.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Nae, wine is fine, lad. I experiment with drinks, ye don’t ‘ave ta." Trisha scoffed, smiling brightly and lightly punched the other’s arm playfully.

Surprisingly, she found she liked the Spy’s presence and company. The others almost always said he was bad, a snake and cruel, but this man was actually quite sweet under all the masks.

At least that’s what she is getting.

[tobemovedsf]

 He was not quite the cut of the cloth that every one thought they saw… His exterior could be sandpaper, on the battlefield, of course.  And yet he was silk, smooth, and a shimmering personality.  "  I appreciate your open mindedness. " Barnaby commented,  feeling at ease now.. he began laughing again, softly. "  Do you want to ‘ear a joke?"

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha smiled, liking her new yet unexpected friend. She chuckled with him, unsure why, but let it slide. "Go ahead, lad. 'M all ears." she chirped happily, sipping her drink.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

(terrorinsilkties) " Madame? Zere's a ticking somwhere in the ze west part of ze base.. I am not a professional in zis field, and I'd like to rid the chance of being killed in my quiet time."

Trisha looked up from what she was working on, glasses on her nose before she sighed, resting them on the top of her head, leaving her toy to stand. “Lead the way, lad.” she yawned, stretching her body.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha frowned, but she didn’t want to ask, for two reasons, one, the other’s tongue was loosened and two, she didn’t need another thing bringing their moods down. Best not to.

"You’d be surprised wot’s got flavor. Ah don’t drink a lot of beer, very picky, but this Japanese beer, oh it changed yer mind. Though I ‘ave shared a few with Dell an’ Tavish. Some of the least likely taste the best." she smiled.

[tobemovedsf]

"  Japan?.." He seemed to make a noise that was mulling over the idea. He’d had missions in China, and thought Japan to be very similar..  He didn’t like the country very much, after growing up in times of war. "  I could be .. convinced to try it, per’aps another time."  Which meant that he’d make an excuse every time it was offered. 

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Nae, wine is fine, lad. I experiment with drinks, ye don't 'ave ta." Trisha scoffed, smiling brightly and lightly punched the other's arm playfully.

Surprisingly, she found she liked the Spy's presence and company. The others almost always said he was bad, a snake and cruel, but this man was actually quite sweet under all the masks.

At least that's what she is getting.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

(terrorinsilkties) " Madame? Zere's a ticking somwhere in the ze west part of ze base.. I am not a professional in zis field, and I'd like to rid the chance of being killed in my quiet time."

Trisha looked up from what she was working on, glasses on her nose before she sighed, resting them on the top of her head, leaving her toy to stand. “Lead the way, lad.” she yawned, stretching her body.

[tobemovedsf]

" ‘e wants the company for his own.. and if he can diminish the competition’s protection, nothing will stop him from doing it..  and if he is a younger brother.. then  he will most certainly outlive them.  But zis is all speculation.. I’m probably horribly inaccurate."

 Barnaby finished another glass, pouring his third.. and distinctly began giggling. At first he stifled it, taking a short breath to calm himself. .. he didn’t know what was so funny. 

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha sighed, chewing on her lip before she perked at the faint sound of the man giggling, raising an eyebrow.

He really doesn’t drink, does he? she wondered and smiled, sipping her wine and allowed herself to calm around the spy.

[tobemovedsf]

" I apologize.. Ze last time I drank, I was not in a very good place."  He sought to explain himself, but really, what would it lead too other than a story  that would bring both of their moods down? " I was surprised to see Italian wines in your cache.. at first, I would touch nothing but french, and God forbid I ever go near ze english alcohol.. but zis ‘as changed my mind. Zere’s more, flavor, I should say."

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha frowned, but she didn't want to ask, for two reasons, one, the other's tongue was loosened and two, she didn't need another thing bringing their moods down. Best not to.

"You'd be surprised wot's got flavor. Ah don't drink a lot of beer, very picky, but this Japanese beer, oh it changed yer mind. Though I 'ave shared a few with Dell an' Tavish. Some of the least likely taste the best." she smiled.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

(terrorinsilkties) " Madame? Zere's a ticking somwhere in the ze west part of ze base.. I am not a professional in zis field, and I'd like to rid the chance of being killed in my quiet time."

Trisha looked up from what she was working on, glasses on her nose before she sighed, resting them on the top of her head, leaving her toy to stand. “Lead the way, lad.” she yawned, stretching her body.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha paused before she set her drink down, standing and moved to her room, vanishing inside. There was a pause before a few mumbled words, a scratchy shout from something before static.

She returned and seemed relaxed before she settled down, grabbing her drink.

"I, uh, worked with Dell to make an intercom system of sorts…" She admitted sheepishly, shifting slightly. "I told him to find Tavish and search the base for a bomb, looking near the respawn first." she shrugged then and sagged back intoo the couch, rubbing her face with one hand.

"Now, why does this new Mann brother want to blow up at the very least RED base?" she asked.

[tobemovedsf]

" ‘e wants the company for his own.. and if he can diminish the competition’s protection, nothing will stop him from doing it..  and if he is a younger brother.. then  he will most certainly outlive them.  But zis is all speculation.. I’m probably horribly innaccurate."

 Barnaby finished another glass, pouring his third.. and distinctly began giggling. At first he stifled it, taking a short breath to calm himself. .. he didn’t know what was so funny. 

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha sighed, chewing on her lip before she perked at the faint sound of the man giggling, raising an eyebrow.

He really doesn't drink, does he? she wondered and smiled, sipping her wine and allowed herself to calm around the spy.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

(terrorinsilkties) " Madame? Zere's a ticking somwhere in the ze west part of ze base.. I am not a professional in zis field, and I'd like to rid the chance of being killed in my quiet time."

Trisha looked up from what she was working on, glasses on her nose before she sighed, resting them on the top of her head, leaving her toy to stand. “Lead the way, lad.” she yawned, stretching her body.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Lad, that was right next ta tha respawn, take tha’ out an’ we’re fucked!" Trisha grew anxious, because yes they were fighting BLU, but the idea of knowing a possible threat and not speaking made her uncomfortable.

It wasn’t her place, but she wasn’t cruel.

"Sorry, ah just… It’s different now." Trisha mumbled, running a finger along the rim of the crystal, listening to the glass sing to calm her nerves.

It wasn’t her place, but Dell and the soldier had become her friends…

[tobemovedsf]

 For whatever reason that the demowoman was distressed,  it was obviously urgent enough. " ..  Is zere a way to contact ze BLU team, to give zem a warning?"  He looked over the rim of his glass at her befor taking another drink.  Barnaby had nearly forgotten that there was alliances still between RED in BLU  for the mercenaries, even after the first war between a demo and a soldier.   As useless as it seemed, he’d have to lend a hand in.. he couldn’t always be standoffish when there was a problem.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha paused before she set her drink down, standing and moved to her room, vanishing inside. There was a pause before a few mumbled words, a scratchy shout from something before static.

She returned and seemed relaxed before she settled down, grabbing her drink.

"I, uh, worked with Dell to make an intercom system of sorts..." She admitted sheepishly, shifting slightly. "I told him to find Tavish and search the base for a bomb, looking near the respawn first." she shrugged then and sagged back intoo the couch, rubbing her face with one hand.

"Now, why does this new Mann brother want to blow up at the very least RED base?" she asked.

[zhat-medic]

+ meolscrumpy

[zhat-medic]

  "Precisely," Medic replied. A very devious smile blossomed on his face. "Ve cannot let anyvhan know vhat ve’re up to or zhey’ll try und stop us. Not unless zhey’re in on it too."

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"They don’t like ya workin’ on explosives? Ya are a wee bit eccentric, aye’ll give ‘em that. But this?" Trisha asked, rolling her eye dramatically.

[zhat-medic]

"Vell, it’s not zhat zhey care, per say,” Medic replied. “Eh- But I’ve accidentally blown sings up a fair number of times und damaged parts of zhe lab so I’m sure you can understand zheir… reservations.”

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Lad, ya got an' expert with ya, they can lay off it." Trisha snorted. "They don't tell ya 'ow ta operate, they sure as 'ell don't tell meh 'ow ta blow stuff up, so they can can it." Trisha snickered and shrugged.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

(terrorinsilkties) " Madame? Zere's a ticking somwhere in the ze west part of ze base.. I am not a professional in zis field, and I'd like to rid the chance of being killed in my quiet time."

Trisha looked up from what she was working on, glasses on her nose before she sighed, resting them on the top of her head, leaving her toy to stand. “Lead the way, lad.” she yawned, stretching her body.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

Trisha looked to the wine and poured a glass, suddenly wanting something a little - a lot - stronger. But, she swirled the wine in her glass before sipping it thoughtfully.

"So we got another comin’…. What’s ‘e gonna do." her voice was low, thoughtful, already piecing together a hundred different possibilities and ways to counter them, upgrades and the lot before she snapped to focus on the Spy.

"We gonna warn the others?" she asked, wondering how the rest of the team, hell how BLU will react, because- "OH BLOODY ‘ELL WOT ABOUT BLU BASE?!" she all but shrieked, the idea that there is another bomb startling her.

[tobemovedsf]

" .. Let zem deal with it? Respawn will pick up the necessary bits and pieces."  As of late he had less and less care for whatever the other team had to trial through. He’ll take what he has to from it, and learn from the  opposite team.  "  Maybe ‘e is planning nothing more zan making himself known.. or worse. I ‘ave not calculated ‘is reasons for being so blatant in an attack."  Another sip, and then finishing off the glass, pouring himself another.

[meolscrumpy-blog]

"Lad, that was right next ta tha respawn, take tha' out an' we're fucked!" Trisha grew anxious, because yes they were fighting BLU, but the idea of knowing a possible threat and not speaking made her uncomfortable.

It wasn't her place, but she wasn't cruel.

"Sorry, ah just... It's different now." Trisha mumbled, running a finger along the rim of the crystal, listening to the glass sing to calm her nerves.

It wasn't her place, but Dell and the soldier had become her friends...