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[engineerxblu]

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Send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.52. The Lift Hug

Constricting arms around the Pyro left the firebug withlittle to no room, but it was all friendly. Dell was ecstaticabout the recent win for the Blu’s and the Pyro simplyhad been the closest one to him.

But, despite not knowing the other too well, that didn’tstop him from grabbing the Pyro and lifting them up intoa tight hug. 

[bluhoovy-blog]

Reassurances

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The pyro shook his head. “Nuh.” He wasn’t uncomfortable, even if his body language insisted otherwise; he merely hadn’t expected the giant to reach out and touch him. Despite his flinching, the man’s touch was welcome – and to attempt to show that, Rudy leaned in closer to Veso, resting his head on the Russian’s shoulder with a weak, but nervous hum. 

His hand- scared and inked in a faded blue- had pulled away as he flinched, watching the pyro’s head duck as if he expected something else with his movements. But it had been over an hour since the pyro had met him already in his quarters and Veso at this point simply wanted to move this process along some.

Maybe it had worked, even if he was as timid as a beat dog. Veso rested the same hand on his shoulder, a comfortable paternal weight. “Came right from respawn, da?” He could smell the room on him, an itchy bit in his nose. “everythiink in right place?” He tried to joke.

[cp-mountain-lab-blog]

OPEN RECORDING; CODE [ MA-B01 ]

[ OOC under the final cut. ]

It starts with a buzz, a flicker; a small but toothy grin as a light “yes” is hissed gently under his breath. A fist balls tightly as the small door to one of the fuse boxes is slammed shut, grin still held on his face as the tall BLU admin strides his way back over to tarnished chair and moaning computer. As he sits, left hand brushes over metal framework, pushing one or two buttons as the jack to the computer is slid in to the port access.

He’s in.

Jake’s finger taps at the keyboard pointlessly, turning into a repeated drumming pattern over the keys, as he hopes to God that whatever the green writing is reading on his screen means they have control again. Well... time to find out.

Nervously, he reaches and slowly flicks each switch up, his face lighting up with self pride as each light starts to flicker on in both RED and BLU. Readings return to normal, temperature controls enabled... it’s all there and working! “You did it Jakey boy...”

A feverish hand seizes the mic, switching it on before a sigh of relief wakes it from months of disuse. “It about bloody time!” The words sound genuinely jovial for once, something unheard of from RED’s administrator.

His fingers tap away at the side of the desk while he contemplates his words carefully. Months in the dark--quite literally--had him forget his imposed business-like manner in favor of necessity, survival.

And now the power is back. No excuses; the base was up and running as usual, it was about time he sought back to his role.

“Right. First things first, sorry everything went t’hell over here. I ain’t got much of an excuse for that... negligence, and us blokes not knowin’ a damn thing about electronics, for starters.

Also worth mentionin’, we’re down a few men. Followin’ recent events, BLU’s sniper Xander, BSN-120334, as well as both RED’s pyros are going t’be leavin’ us. It’s... a shame, I can’t lie. 

Next up, as you may have noticed, our power’s back online! And along with that, respawn’s back up. Now, for... reasons, and I don’t just mean celebratin’, respawn going t’remain on at all times for now on. It’s for safety, but don’t get too used t’it. 

Speakin’ of safety: teleporters. Call it lockdown, but teleportation out of the base--either to other bases or the wider area--is strictly prohibited. If any of yous have cars, or any other means of transportation, we advise you take full advantage of it. Plus, we’ve still got a train up and runnin’, I remind you. And finally--”

More tapping; delving back into his mind for exactly what to say is harder than he’d anticipated, especially with no notes. “Finally... anyone thinkin’ of going on holiday--vacation over Easter, t’see family or the like, we advise you hand in your papers directly to us by the thirty-first of this month. I say us, I mean BLU’s admin. He ain’t exactly hard t’miss.”

And neither was RED’s admin. He had his reasons, of course. Dry laughter ends the feed on a heightened note, if nothing else--but the mere notion of having electricity once more should render that note unnecessary to most mercenaries.

[ OOC! ] Hello, hello! Long time no see. We do hope that all your classes are going well and you're not all too stressed with finals coming up. As you can see, the power is now back on and things are starting to change; coming Easter this blog will be updated again and the whole story will hopefully become all clear to you. Until then, good luck, as always.

We've also cleaned up some space here, as we feel like certain users will not be returning... so feel free to spread the word, as RED seems to frequently lacking in members.

Happy springtime! -Mods of ML!

[southern-glock]

Over Here! by Ace

Merry Smissmass, Christmas Rudy!

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"Do you hate our team as much as our scout hates yours?" Rudy asks, wibbling slightly.

Shrugging, the Hessian was somewhat shocked to hear a Pyro speak, but still he answered curtly. “Hmm… I have a grudge on RED Medics, just because my ’Bruder’ ditched me–he vas said class und colour. Feeling’s somewhat mutual I guess… I hate class types more zhan team colour.”

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halitusignis replied to your post:You feel scared ‘bout being on a team without a...

-Shakes his head and crosses his arms at the other.-

What?!  It's true!

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halitusignis replied to your post:Back on BLU, it seemed. It had seemed ages since...

Small whining sounds.

Gentle patting.

"Hey, weren't you that new guy back at the base or...something?"

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halitusignis replied to your post:Definitive Class Ranking list

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Distant second best.