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Side blog for Mountain Lab Clone Event. Liam Fitzpatrick, BLU Scout

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The clone notices pretty quickly that his tactic wouldn't last long. His swipes with the blade are sloppy, leaving gashes, but nothing that slows the Pyro down. He can't dodge the swing completely and the shotgun bashes hard into his jaw. Clone Liam stumbles backwards from the impact, catching himself before he fell down. Dammit, any more hits like that and he won't last long. 

If the shotgun to the jaw didn't make that obvious enough, the fist to his face certainly did. This time, the clone falls on his ass, more pain shooting through his nose and mouth and..fuck his whole face hurts. It's pretty damn clear that at this rate, Pepe is going to hand him his ass if he doesn't do something. It's then he sees his double crouched behind the Pyro, and the Scattergun between his legs. 

In a split second decision, he makes a dash for the other Liam. All he needs to do is knock the fucker over and grab the gun. It'll work, it HAS to work. 

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The more he slices, the more the clone realizes that killing the sonofabitch would've saved him a ton of damn trouble. His initial incision is sloppy, and even tied up, Liam is still thrashing a lot. It's annoying, but his pain is more than worth it. Yes, Liam...see how much he's had to suffer through all these months, having to forcibly remove charred clothing from his skin, having no medical attention, using dead and decaying skin to cover up the wounds. All for YOUR precious little job. 

Clone Liam is so wrapped up in his thoughts, he doesn't hear the sounds of feet on snow, doesn't even look up when something clubs him hard in the nose and halfway knocks him off of Liam's body. Someone heard them..fuck someone heard them. When he finally recovers and looks up at the small, furious Pyro wielding a shotgun, his insides twist uncomfortably. The bastard came back, of course he'd heard the screaming-FUCK FUCK he really should've killed Liam why didn't he??? His nose is throbbing and he can feel a tooth rolling around in his mouth, accompanied by the familiar, metallic taste of blood. The clone spits his dislodged tooth at Pepe's feet and scrambles to stand up, hunched like a cornered animal. And in a way, he was; not only had Pepe clobbered him good, Liam had done a number on him prior to this. Not good odds. Pepe is far stronger, and a knife would do shit when he's against a loaded gun. His only chance is to grab Liam's weapon, and that would mean getting past the burly little Pyro. Again..not good odds. He really REALLY should've killed Liam...stupid. 

The clone's mouth curls into a bloody snarl. "I got no business with you, so piss off. Go-go find yer own clone to fuck with, 'less he's burned himself alive already. Heh, wouldn't be surprised." He takes a few tentative steps forward, knife at the ready. "Liam here owes me a little somethin', but I did promise aftah I killed him, you'd be next. Guess I can change my plans a little." 

He charges forward, very much aware of the shotgun now, so he moves with caution before taking a few swipes at Pepe with his blade. The clone needs to buy himself some time to go get that damned Scattergun. 

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This was ridiculous. Three, four days of searching and there’s no sign of that freckly little rat. He’s starting to get impatient, fed up with walking, and nearly out of food in his bag. Hunger isn’t on the forefront of his mind, an annoyance, really. He’s more than conditioned to go off of little sustenance. No, the whereabouts of his double is driving him crazy with paranoia. For all he knew, Liam could be dead, burned alive, starved in a creek, slowly being eaten by birds. All those things would leave him without that precious leather. And his best laid plans would be ruined; he might as well die right alongside the other Liam if that was the case. Yes the clone is dripping with melodrama as he treads over moldy logs and muddy slush, back towards the caves, in the hopes he’ll be lucky this time.

It’s then he hears footsteps, and he freezes, his ears and eyes alert for the source of the sound. The clone soon detects movement and frantically crawls underneath a nearby fallen log. He’s not taking any chances at this point, he needs to stay alive. Liam lies still, holding his breath as the steps gradually grow louder. He carefully pulls his pistol from his pocket, lifting his head up just slightly to have a look. What he finds…oh. Oh. OH. Hallelujah. It’s as if some sweet angel had heard his distress!! What luck! The bastard is literally yards away, oblivious and probably scared out of his mind. That Scattergun probably isn’t even loaded, the clone laughs to himself. Pepe is with him though, which could be a problem as he’s armed as well. Hmm. What to do. Two on one was not good odds. He needed Liam alone, he needed a way to separate them. Following them would prove too risky unless he really kept his distance. He could wait till night and kidnap him from wherever he’s hiding. Might backfire if they have other mercs keeping watch though.

Hmm.

Seemed his trick to get them out of the base worked like a charm. Perhaps sniping them here in the woods would make them scatter? He’d have to do it now before they get too far away. It was risky but dammit, he’s through with waiting.

Making sure he’s still relatively hidden, Liam raises his gun, aims it carefully, and fires at a distant tree. Then another. And another. The shots echo in the stillness, the only sound other than feet of the two mercs that have now darted off like frightened deer. The clone grins and crawls out from under the log before his own quick pursuit.

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The clone sneers at his double, aiming his pistol right at his head. "Yeah well..havin' all yer skin burned off, you'd look pretty fuckin' nasty too." 

It's still pretty surreal for normal Liam to be staring at himself, as gross as he looks. The stitching all over the clone's face and body makes him look like a old, neglected doll. Or a zombie, but that was a more obvious comparison. Regardless, Liam is still very very scared. This clone was out to kill him, and now he's crippled him pretty badly. Wounded leg, no weapon, a gun pointed at his forehead. Liam feels his arms start to quiver; the clone can probably hear his heart racing. If he didn't do something, he's basically dead already. 

He scrambles to his feet, dull pain throbbing in his calf causes him to hiss through his teeth, but he's standing. "I-ah-don't think you'll be runnin far on that." Clone Liam cackles and starts to circle him. "Y'know I've been lookin' a long ass time fer you. I appreciate you savin' me more trouble, you an' Pepe. Once yer dead, I'll be sure to send him right along with." 

Liam glares. "Don't fuckin' count on it. I'm gonna beat yer ass you ugly walkin' nutsack." 

The clone laughs. "Yer pretty damn confident without a gun..without respawn to catcha when yer dead. Real convenient, aint it? Respawn. Yer basically invincible in that little..war zone. You die, you come right back seconds latah. All yer memories, all yer parts, right? Of course..sometimes you get this." He gestures to his body. "Tag team a' Pyros burn all yer skin..maybe a limb don't grow quite right, get your mouth blown off by a rocket. Things ya learn about the people ya work for, huh?!?" 

Wide eyed and silent, Liam just watches, trying to catch his words but not really all that sympathetic to someone who just shot him in the leg. The clone's right; Liam knew from Miriam how she disposed of the bodies left behind in battle. Never did he think it'd fuck up so much that copies could still be alive..or barely alive. Still..for them to end up so different from who they once were, so..twisted. 

Liam finally speaks. "What..whaddya want?" 

"Whaddo I want? You know what I want? I wanna get the fuck outta here. I'm tired of livin' in the woods, stealin what I can offa dead corpses. I wanna go home, back to my family!" 

Liam stares, a phantom of fear grows over his features. "Your family. No..no. That's my family, that's MY FAMILY! If you wanna go to Boston that's yer business! You aint-you aint me! You'll nevah be me! Ma won't believe it's you. Hah, she'll take one look atchu an' call the cops!" 

Furious, the clone stalks swiftly up to him, and Liam soon feels something hard bash against his temple.His head throbs as hard as his calf from the blow, like something was pushing into his skull. Clone Liam's words rang in his ears uncomfortably."YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHIN! ...Yer right, I aint you..not if there's two of us livin' at the same time. Real easy to fix though. One of us makes it out alive, an' things aint lookin' so good fer you!" 

Scattergun. Scattergun. He needs to get it. 

Clone Liam has pointed his gun, Liam needs to get his. 

"I'll say hi to Ma for ya, how bout?" 

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-Click click- 

No ammo.

"FUCK!" 

Liam makes a dive towards the Scattergun, his hand grasps the cold barrel. 

"NO!" Liam pulls the gun to his chest as the clone jumps on top of him, trying to pry it out of his hands The two struggle on the ground, Liam keeping a firm hold on the weapon. It's then when the clone continues bashing his pistol against Liam's face and head. No way in hell is Liam letting this freak get his gun; he would not be giving up without a fight. He suddenly feels something sharp lodge itself into his arm and he screams; the clone had pulled a knife. Now Liam really has to get away. He squirms underneath his double, trying to aim the gun at him when he feels more hot pain from another stab into his back. 

"ASSHOLE!! GIVE. ME. THAT.GUN!" 

Liam finally manages to turn on his side just a bit to pull his legs up and kick at the clone's body. Unfortunately, now that he's exposed his chest more, the clone lunges once more and grabs at the Scattergun. More stabs pierce Liam's arms and hands; it gets to be far too much and he has to let go. But not without giving the clone a solid one-two punch in the face that sends it reeling. And begins another tussle for the gun, but now Liam is free and sending a flurry of punches at the clone's head. They may be the same person, but the clone hasn't had the weeks of weight lifting and boxing Liam has; he's definitely stronger physically, which gives him an upper hand. No way in hell is he getting his gun, no way in HELL. 

The clone suddenly tosses the Scattergun behind them, and Liam is about leap for it when the clone grabs him, then feels a warm, wet blade against his throat. The pair are gasping for breath as the forest around them is just as still as before. He clenches his teeth, feeling the knife barely slicing his skin. The clone's voice is breathy in his ear and sends unpleasant chills through his body. "Now see..I was gonna kill you nice an' fast befo' finishin' my work. But now..now you really pissed me off. So I'm just gonna..take care of this right here..while yer still alive." 

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This was ridiculous. Three, four days of searching and there’s no sign of that freckly little rat. He’s starting to get impatient, fed up with walking, and nearly out of food in his bag. Hunger isn’t on the forefront of his mind, an annoyance, really. He’s more than conditioned to go off of little sustenance. No, the whereabouts of his double is driving him crazy with paranoia. For all he knew, Liam could be dead, burned alive, starved in a creek, slowly being eaten by birds. All those things would leave him without that precious leather. And his best laid plans would be ruined; he might as well die right alongside the other Liam if that was the case. Yes the clone is dripping with melodrama as he treads over moldy logs and muddy slush, back towards the caves, in the hopes he’ll be lucky this time.

It’s then he hears footsteps, and he freezes, his ears and eyes alert for the source of the sound. The clone soon detects movement and frantically crawls underneath a nearby fallen log. He’s not taking any chances at this point, he needs to stay alive. Liam lies still, holding his breath as the steps gradually grow louder. He carefully pulls his pistol from his pocket, lifting his head up just slightly to have a look. What he finds…oh. Oh. OH. Hallelujah. It’s as if some sweet angel had heard his distress!! What luck! The bastard is literally yards away, oblivious and probably scared out of his mind. That Scattergun probably isn’t even loaded, the clone laughs to himself. Pepe is with him though, which could be a problem as he’s armed as well. Hmm. What to do. Two on one was not good odds. He needed Liam alone, he needed a way to separate them. Following them would prove too risky unless he really kept his distance. He could wait till night and kidnap him from wherever he’s hiding. Might backfire if they have other mercs keeping watch though.

Hmm.

Seemed his trick to get them out of the base worked like a charm. Perhaps sniping them here in the woods would make them scatter? He’d have to do it now before they get too far away. It was risky but dammit, he’s through with waiting.

Making sure he’s still relatively hidden, Liam raises his gun, aims it carefully, and fires at a distant tree. Then another. And another. The shots echo in the stillness, the only sound other than feet of the two mercs that have now darted off like frightened deer. The clone grins and crawls out from under the log before his own quick pursuit.

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Things have quieted considerably now that the mercs have abandoned the base. Or they should've, if they had any hopes of staying alive. Both RED and BLU took some heavy damage; massive pieces of wall crumbled from the explosions, fire destroyed much of the living areas. Yes..it worked perfectly. Now it was only a matter of time before they were all picked off, one by one. However, there's one out there of great interest to this clone, for obvious reasons. 

He hadn't seen Liam retreat to the woods, and a pretty extensive search of the base left no sign of his body, in case he died during the attack. So, it's fair to assume he made it out, but where? The bastard is quick, but he wouldn't go far alone, unless he was an idiot. Which he kind of is. Shit. What if the other clones found him and killed him already? It'd be just like them to spoil his plans, to destroy the skin he needed. There's no time to waste, then. Liam needs to be found and dealt with; then he can finally leave this asscrack of a town. 

So, after stocking up on whatever pistol ammo he can find, he silently begins his hunt. 

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Her hands still shaking a bit, Willie loads  two more shells into her shotgun. She doesn’t have all that many, really, and she still doesn’t even know what she’s shooting at, really. She’s seen a figure, for just a moment, before she’d had to duck down again to avoid getting shot. It had almost looked familiar…

Her hands still for a second. No. But… they’d wiped them all out last time, hadn’t they? And respawn had been fixed, right? No, not again…

Pumping her shotgun, she peers back over the wall, squinting down the barrel, trying to get a good look at her attacker before she takes another shot.

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**In all the chaos and debris, Diora had found herself separated from Willie and Doc. While the base had been going up in flames in parts and exploding in other parts— and heaven help her, if this isn’t familiar in a way; is there ever a dull moment on this mountain?— the spy had found herself spending far more time than was safe or advisable pushing through in search of her two dearest companions, and honestly anyone else who might have been trapped. It doesn’t really cross her mind that she’s endangering herself in the process.

Eventually, the flames lick too closely for her liking, and after barely dodging a second falling rafter, the spy finally fights her way toward some kind of exit, a heavy dread settling into her stomach.

The sound of gunfire exchange draws Diora’s attention to the side of base. It could be anyone shooting, really, but in a situation like this, it doesn’t really matter, does it? So she rushes toward the sound of gun report only to see Willie on the alert, shotgun aimed at… No one.*

Asteri mou! Who is it?

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Liam hears a second voice and pokes his head out. Dammit. Well, maybe she'll get Willie away from here and into the forest. Diora looks unarmed, as well. Hopefully they wouldn't both come after him. He doesn't have much ammo left on him. A few more shots and he'll have to make a break for it. Much of the mercs seem to have been herded into the woods anyway.

He quickly reloads and starts firing at the two women. 

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Adding chaos to the chaos, this plan was going alright so far. Many of them are already moving away to the woods, even without Liam shooting. The rest, well they won’t stick around for long. Firing off rounds has send a few of them running, one he noticed ducked behind cover. 

The clone decides to have a little fun and aim one or two bullets at the broken wall. 

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She cringes as the bullets whiz by above her, some kicking the wall. Willie has been at this job for over a year now; getting shot at has become a routine occurrence, something that doesn’t scare her now as it once did. But this… she’s still shaken up from the explosion, this apparent attack on her base, her home.

This isn’t like battle, not at all, and there’s a certain horrible familiarity to it, something that makes her cradle her mechanical arm in her lap, clenching and un-clenching her fist. For several long moments all Willie can do is cower.

Till she remembers her shotgun, one of the few things she’d had the presence of mind to grab on the mad rush outside. She clutches the weapon in shaking hands, takes a few deep breaths, and leans around the wall long enough to get a couple shots off in the direction she thinks the bullets had been coming from. The range isn’t great and she has no idea if she’s hitting anything, but she’s got to fight back somehow.

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Well, some of them were smart enough to grab guns before they left. He'll have to take note of those individuals in terms of approaching them. The shots send bits of snow and concrete flying, grazing a bit of Liam's arm as he went to see who was shooting. He hisses and clutches at his sleeve. Oh sweet Willie, your shotgun won't save you from what's in store for you and the rest of the mercs. 

That stinging shot to his arm pisses him off, though. He'll fire at her a few more times before covering once more. If she approaches him, he'll have to run; one on one combat was not in his plans..even if he could totally take her. 

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Perfect. They’ve started swarming out. It’s show time. 

Liam makes sure he’s semi-hidden behind a pile of debris, aiming the gun Randy had given him in the general direction of whoever comes into view. Not so much to kill, maybe injure, but mostly to scare. 

“Time t’run, fuckahs!” He fires repeatedly, making sure to hide every shot or two. 

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Willie is scared. There’s no way around it. She’s only just made it out of the base, and she hasn’t seen a sign of Doc or Diora. She has no idea what happened to the base or what’s going on now.

Getting outside is only a small amount of comfort. She’s no longer worried about the building coming down around her, but now she can see that RED base was apparently struck too. This is looking less and less like some kind of accident.

And now, apparently, she’s being shot at. With a strangled cry, Willie drops herself behind a piece of fallen wall.

“What the-?!”

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Adding chaos to the chaos, this plan was going alright so far. Many of them are already moving away to the woods, even without Liam shooting. The rest, well they won't stick around for long. Firing off rounds has send a few of them running, one he noticed ducked behind cover. 

The clone decides to have a little fun and aim one or two bullets at the broken wall. 

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Perfect. They've started swarming out. It's show time. 

Liam makes sure he's semi-hidden behind a pile of debris, aiming the gun Randy had given him in the general direction of whoever comes into view. Not so much to kill, maybe injure, but mostly to scare. 

"Time t'run, fuckahs!" He fires repeatedly, making sure to hide every shot or two. 

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Liam sticks to the shadows of the compound, darting around small structures and walls, which isn't usually his style, but he knows his position in this plan. Wait for the mercs, chase them to the woods. Easy enough...hopefully. It was late, most of them should be asleep. Unknowing and unarmed. This would be fun. So long as everything goes smoothly, which he's..not too certain of. There's not too many on board with the plan, far too many that are unknown. A few that could totally fuck things up. He may have been hasty in his window busting plan, but he's not going to fuck things up. 

His heart leaps in his chest at the sudden deafening sound of bombs. Respawn was down for one of the sides, and the other would soon follow. It wouldn't be long before the mercs woke and started to panic. Liam makes sure his gun is fully loaded, an extra magazine in his pocket, before the second explosion goes off. His pulse is racing, his eyes are scanning the doors for movement..for noise. It had to be just the right moment. When they all leave, his counterpart will surely be one of them. That's right..he's got a few jobs to carry out with the other Liam. Yes. Let this chase begin. 

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Clone: -Oh, look, that's a gun being chucked your way- There's a few 'ullets in it, 'ut I have none to give you.

He sees it coming out of the corner of his eye, however fumbles it a bit in his hands. 

"Not a problem. Found two spare magazines in my forragin'. Lootin' corpses fer months helps fer somethin'." The clone loads what's remaining and looks up at Randy. "We about ready then?"

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As the days have passed on Randall has been using his time well. Talking and organizing with the useful ones (and outright avoiding ones who aren’t) he’s been doing what he can to form some kind of plan. Give them some kind of chance. Because that’s what he’s suppose to do. That’s what leaders do. And who better than the man who knows betters? 

Still… it takes him a while to himself before stepping forward. Doing what he can to ignore the flight sensations. 

“Soooo… i’ it’s not too ‘lunt ‘or ‘e to say I huink hueve had enough time to lolly gag and sit on our asses! Hue kee’ talking a’out doing something and, yet, hue haven’t! And in the ‘ean time some of us are ‘eing wreckless,” He’d frown if he had fucking lips, “Thanks, ‘y the huay, to the rock throwers. That was considerate and completely incons’icuous. 

That aside… If hue’re actually going to do something it needs to ‘e done now. They’re ‘icking up on us. And from huat I’ve gathered ‘ost of us want the’ dead. 

I think it huould ‘e rather keen if we ‘lew the’ right out of the ‘ases. Certainly hue’ve stolen enough ex’losives to do so, right? They’d ‘e easier ‘icking in the woods away from the supplies.” 

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YES. 

*is going to casually ignore the comment on the rock throwing* 

Let’s blow the goddamn place up! I’ll even run in the explosives, or chase ‘em out..or whatevah! I just wanna do SOMETHIN’. Gimme somethin’ t’do! 

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Ahhh

Chase ‘hem? Uh… well, gosh, that sounds like it ‘ight get us killed to ‘e erfectly frank. I was thinking it huould ‘e wiser to catch them off guard. 

Huat if you shot at them huent they run out? 

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Oh.

Yeah, that works too. *nods*

Yeah, just gimme a Scattahgun, I’ll make some noise! Maybe shoot a few of ‘em in the leg an’ watch ‘em crawl. I can do that. I can totally do that. 

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-Clears his throat to gather attention-

As the days have passed on Randall has been using his time well. Talking and organizing with the useful ones (and outright avoiding ones who aren’t) he’s been doing what he can to form some kind of plan. Give them some kind of chance. Because that’s what he’s suppose to do. That’s what leaders do. And who better than the man who knows betters? 

Still… it takes him a while to himself before stepping forward. Doing what he can to ignore the flight sensations. 

“Soooo… i’ it’s not too ‘lunt ‘or ‘e to say I huink hueve had enough time to lolly gag and sit on our asses! Hue kee’ talking a’out doing something and, yet, hue haven’t! And in the ‘ean time some of us are ‘eing wreckless,” He’d frown if he had fucking lips, “Thanks, ‘y the huay, to the rock throwers. That was considerate and completely incons’icuous. 

That aside… If hue’re actually going to do something it needs to ‘e done now. They’re ‘icking up on us. And from huat I’ve gathered ‘ost of us want the’ dead. 

I think it huould ‘e rather keen if we ‘lew the’ right out of the ‘ases. Certainly hue’ve stolen enough ex’losives to do so, right? They’d ‘e easier ‘icking in the woods away from the supplies.” 

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YES. 

*is going to casually ignore the comment on the rock throwing* 

Let's blow the goddamn place up! I'll even run in the explosives, or chase 'em out..or whatevah! I just wanna do SOMETHIN'. Gimme somethin' t'do! 

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[[ooc: don’t mind if I join in the fun!]]

José hears the screams from inside, at which he tilts his head bemusedly; he doesn’t understand, he hasn’t lit up the fire to clean the filthy men inside yet. Liam—this Liam, not the one that ran around BLU like he belonged there—was a filthy mess, all stitches and knives and terrifying attitudes, and José tended to stay away from him, usually. But now that he was here…Well, he could clean him up, along with the Medic, and the shed of corpses. Yes. Yes, he could do that, yes yes yes…

Another tin container of gasoline flies into the shed with the shatter of another window, and the grimy, wild-looking Pyro in his full and fully dirty uniform kicks the door to step inside with a gas canister and a box of matches.

“Uhv’nn’nh,” he nods in greeting, before unceremoniously tipping his canister with a kick. “Huh ‘rrh yuh duuhuhnnh tuhn’nnht.” 

He just wants a good look at his new friends before he cleans them, that’s all, and he might as well get to know them a little before he lights his matches. 

And him? No, the fires won’t do him a thing, he’s already clean and pure. His fires only burn the wicked and the filth, that’s all. 

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“Now that’s more like it, Doc. Wise choice.” Liam sneers, half the battle is won; now it was a matter of getting what he needed fast before-

-Well, before a second can crashes through another window. The Scout feels an even greater sense of urgency, it’s only a matter of time before they’re both ablaze. No way in hell he’s dying here, his work isn’t finished yet. He approaches the body parts, shoving through them desperately to find any of his own. Nothing, no, no, nothing, goddammit.

Liam is startled by the door banging into the shed wall, he spins around to face the arsonist standing in the doorway. José. Jesus Christ, he should’ve known; he’s got vague memories of this one, the Liam on base admired him…probably wouldn’t admire this unstable, “holy and righteous” nutjob. Like Liam’s one to call other people nutjobs, but the Pyro..he really was a fuckin’ weirdo. Playing with his lighter, muttering about purification. For someone who suffered most of his skin burned off, he liked to steer clear of the Pyros, especially this one. Honestly, the clone is feeling a little unnerved with José standing there; once the canister of gas begins pouring all over the floor, he’s a mixture of irritation and panic. 

“You goddamned sonuvabitch! Can’t even let me swipe good tools without bargin’ in with your cleansin’ bullshit! Just couldn’t wait, could you?!” Then the realization hits him, and a phantom of fear grows on his already twisted features. 

“…So. You wanna burn me along with this. I betchou’ve waited fer this, haven’t you?” 

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[[ ooc; Let’s hope the thread doesn’t get too disorganized…lol. I wanted to move him outside so Jane can come in and stab him as before, and it seemed like a logical reaction. Feel free to adapt as you see fit Jane/Sam mod, since the situation has evolved! I think cloneTaylor was involved too? ]]

If he knew what drove him, Heinrich might agree with the pyro. That is, if he wasn’t more of the type to practice love the sinner not the sin. He could adopt a philosophy of cleansing holy fire if only he wasn’t about survival. If only he wasn’t guilty himself. It wasn’t the first time someone had judged him as filth, needing purification, needing to be saved in some way. It was always in adamant violence, be it beatings, electrocution, or fire. 

Unfortunately, the medic didn’t have the luxury to be analyzing the philosophical reasons for this attack.

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OOC; since we got the OK to continue on, I'm gonna finish this thread! 

As the clone is frantically analyzing his situation, he notices the Medic bolt for the door, easily shoving José aside, surprisingly. Perhaps the Pyro wasn't expecting him to run towards the door, as he's clearly shown he plans to kill them. For an old Medic, the guy had some balls. 

Well, there's no way Liam is going to let this nutjob intimidate him after Heinz has managed to escape. Unfortunately, gathering important tools wasn't worth the risk anymore. With the only materials around him, the clone quickly grabs a bloody saw and chucks it at the Pyro. He doesn't care whether it hits him or not, all he needs is something to distract his attention for just a split second so he too, can get the hell out of that death trap. 

He's pissed, totally pissed as he sprints through the snow to the safety of the forest. Stupid José, ruining his chance at getting some more supplies with his own..stupid and crazy agenda. Now Heinz knows they're here, and he's pretty sure he'll be telling the rest of his team what'd happened. If they don't notice the blazing shed first. 

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Fuel tanks?

*He looks up quickly. Getting far enough into the base to actually get to the workshops, maybe even the weapons stores… it’s practically impossible for him. He’s had to struggle to keep it together on his short forages in the garage, being even that close to the life he lost. But if he had one of his old fuel tanks… the damage he could do…

He says nothing, though. Just closes his bag, standing with a shrug.*

Get respawn off, burn down the base, kill them all. Other than that, I don’t care.

[sutured-scout]

Yeah, they got ‘em in BLU, at least. Could be pretty damn useful if we can get our hands on ‘em. 

*Liam would rather not carry them out on his own, for the sheer weight of them and his general discomfort around flammable things* 

*he huffs and bites into his apple* I don’t care eithah, so long as we do something like..SOON. Anyone know where the respawn equipment is? If someone can point it out, give me the tools, I’ll do it. I’m fuckin sick a’ waitin. 

[sickest-fires]

*He shrugs again*

No idea. If we fuck it up enough on their end, though, maybe that’ll do it.

*Honestly, there are a few people he wouldn’t mind killing repeatedly, if he has to. As long as they eventually die for good. Dragging them outside of respawn range will do it, in a pinch.*

Randy said soon. I don’t like waiting either.

[sutured-scout]

*He takes another bite of apple* 

So long's everyone's up fer this. No one out to fuck shit up fer their own business.  Fuckin' Jose tried to burn me alive the othah day, I should just kill that asshole myself. I don't think he even knows half of what the fuck's goin on around him. 

*glances around, suddenly paranoid the object of his discussion was nearby* Hmph.

So Randy's the one callin' the shots, huh? That creepo bettah know what he's doin', then. 

[sutured-scout]

*Liam shrugs* I mostly went in there fer food while they were all at battle. Medbay was locked, I aint good with breakin into doors. One or two a’ the workshops were unlocked, had some nice tools an’ gear down there. Extra ammo, fuel tanks, metal, shit like that. Might go back t’morrow an’ swipe some. Idiots must still not suspect a thing; even aftah all the shit we did ovah at RED, they still leave everythin’ open, heheh. 

*he pulls out an apple for himself* S’gonna be a helluva surprise once we get shit goin’ on our end..IF we evah do. What the hell’s even goin’ on anyways? We actually have a plan yet? 

[sickest-fires]

Fuel tanks?

*He looks up quickly. Getting far enough into the base to actually get to the workshops, maybe even the weapons stores… it’s practically impossible for him. He’s had to struggle to keep it together on his short forages in the garage, being even that close to the life he lost. But if he had one of his old fuel tanks… the damage he could do…

He says nothing, though. Just closes his bag, standing with a shrug.*

Get respawn off, burn down the base, kill them all. Other than that, I don’t care.

[sutured-scout]

Yeah, they got 'em in BLU, at least. Could be pretty damn useful if we can get our hands on 'em. 

*Liam would rather not carry them out on his own, for the sheer weight of them and his general discomfort around flammable things* 

*he huffs and bites into his apple* I don't care eithah, so long as we do something like..SOON. Anyone know where the respawn equipment is? If someone can point it out, give me the tools, I'll do it. I'm fuckin sick a' waitin. 

[sickest-fires]

*He frowns. God, he hates having to deal with the others. Already the irritation is rising. Also he rather doubts he’s got much of anything the other would want. Wordlessly, he shrugs his threadbare bag from his shoulder and dumps it onto the ground. Miss-matched articles of clothing, mostly ripped and dirty, a few rolls of bandages, a switchblade pilfered from a Spy’s corpse, multiple lighters, the candles given to him by Max. That’s pretty much it.*

[sutured-scout]

Hmm.

*he gives the items a once over, about to tell this guy to piss off till he notices the switchblade. He picks it up, flipping the blade out to inspect it. Looked to be in pretty good condition; his own knife was getting fairly dull from use.* 

Alright. 

*Liam opens his bag, deciding what would be an equal trade. The Pyro’d probably want something decent for a weapon…god. Fine. He’d made off with some sandwiches, a slice of cake, some apples, and his personal treasure, half of a meatball sub. That meatball sub was not for negotiation, so Liam tries to hide it as he tosses the other clone a sandwich and an apple.* There. You want any more you sneak yer ass in the base yerself. 

[sickest-fires]

*He nods a bit as the switchblade is picked. It’s not like he even uses it, really. The sandwich and apple are more than he was expecting to get in return, really, he can’t remember the last time he actually ate real fruit. How much he’ll be able to actually enjoy it is debatable, but he accepts the trade, wrapping the valuable food items in the clothes and stuffing everything back in his bag.

He glances up at Liam.*

…so you were in there recently. See anything?

[sutured-scout]

*Liam shrugs* I mostly went in there fer food while they were all at battle. Medbay was locked, I aint good with breakin into doors. One or two a' the workshops were unlocked, had some nice tools an' gear down there. Extra ammo, fuel tanks, metal, shit like that. Might go back t'morrow an' swipe some. Idiots must still not suspect a thing; even aftah all the shit we did ovah at RED, they still leave everythin' open, heheh. 

*he pulls out an apple for himself* S'gonna be a helluva surprise once we get shit goin' on our end..IF we evah do. What the hell's even goin' on anyways? We actually have a plan yet?