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Dec. 28th, 2007 01:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowlThey filter back inside after the match in small groups - this one's the Scout, the Demo, the Pyro, all laughing, cracking up with that slightly manic edge that laughter gets when it's being used to hold back something awful. The Scout's got his shirt off, using it to towel off his head - he's soaked with sweat and blood, streaked like some kind of crazy fucking war-paint - it's doing a shitty job, because his shirt's soaked just as bad.
"Holy shit," he says breathlessly, "that was fucking sick!"
"Ka-BOOM!" laughs the Demo, and the Pyro adds:
"Mmph mphh mphmmmph!"
"Fucking totalled my clothes though - " The Scout balls up his shirt, purple with gore, and the Pyro waves at him.
"Mmph mm mphmm mmph."
"Huh?"
"Mmph mm mphmm mmph!" This time the muffled words are accompanied by a jerk of the head and a gesture with the flamethrower, and the Scout gets it, grins, lobs the shirt underhand through the air in front of them. A gout of flame, a whoop through the gas mask, and the shirt's a single tattered cinder drifting to the floor.
"Wicked," grins the Scout, and his grin widens as their group picks up a new member. "Spy, you fucking loser - you missed the fuck out! Demo just made the best fucking frag ever - "
"Mmph mmphmph mm mphhh!!!"
"Fucking tripwire yea high - their fucking Scout hit it at top fucking speed - took his fucking head off before the charge blew, I swear to fucking God - it was on the catwalk right the fuck over me, man, fucking fine red mist all over - "
"There's nae enough o' him left tae fill a bucket!"
"Shit, most of him's headed down the fucking shower in about five minutes - "
The Scout and the Spy peel away as the other two continue; the Spy remarks drily: "'ow entertaining eet sounds, bien sur. And next week you will be running wi' your 'ead down?"
"Fucking Reds probably don't even know what hit the bastard anyway. Don't fucking tell me how to do my job, cockfag," snorts the Scout, who had been the one to come up with the tripwire idea in the first place (though its implementation was an innovation new to him), and who'd been running with his eyes open for that sort of thing all along.
Meanwhile:
"Mph mph mmphmph!"
"What?"
"Mph mph mmphmph!"
"I cannae understand ye, laddie - "
"Mmphmmm - "
The mask comes off, and the Pyro repeats - "That was awesome!"
And the Demo blinks at the discovery that "laddie" was the wrong word.
"Holy shit," he says breathlessly, "that was fucking sick!"
"Ka-BOOM!" laughs the Demo, and the Pyro adds:
"Mmph mphh mphmmmph!"
"Fucking totalled my clothes though - " The Scout balls up his shirt, purple with gore, and the Pyro waves at him.
"Mmph mm mphmm mmph."
"Huh?"
"Mmph mm mphmm mmph!" This time the muffled words are accompanied by a jerk of the head and a gesture with the flamethrower, and the Scout gets it, grins, lobs the shirt underhand through the air in front of them. A gout of flame, a whoop through the gas mask, and the shirt's a single tattered cinder drifting to the floor.
"Wicked," grins the Scout, and his grin widens as their group picks up a new member. "Spy, you fucking loser - you missed the fuck out! Demo just made the best fucking frag ever - "
"Mmph mmphmph mm mphhh!!!"
"Fucking tripwire yea high - their fucking Scout hit it at top fucking speed - took his fucking head off before the charge blew, I swear to fucking God - it was on the catwalk right the fuck over me, man, fucking fine red mist all over - "
"There's nae enough o' him left tae fill a bucket!"
"Shit, most of him's headed down the fucking shower in about five minutes - "
The Scout and the Spy peel away as the other two continue; the Spy remarks drily: "'ow entertaining eet sounds, bien sur. And next week you will be running wi' your 'ead down?"
"Fucking Reds probably don't even know what hit the bastard anyway. Don't fucking tell me how to do my job, cockfag," snorts the Scout, who had been the one to come up with the tripwire idea in the first place (though its implementation was an innovation new to him), and who'd been running with his eyes open for that sort of thing all along.
Meanwhile:
"Mph mph mmphmph!"
"What?"
"Mph mph mmphmph!"
"I cannae understand ye, laddie - "
"Mmphmmm - "
The mask comes off, and the Pyro repeats - "That was awesome!"
And the Demo blinks at the discovery that "laddie" was the wrong word.
