It’s cold enough that while sitting in the cab of the truck, they can just barely see puffs of their dragon-breath through the front of their own mask. It fizzled away just as quickly as it came, and it took a few minutes before staring at their own clouds before they grew bored of it and focused back on the road.
Traveling- when it came to being on the Coldfront base was dangerous as is, let alone when it began to snow heavily. But the team would need supplies to continue onward as they did, and while they didn’t need to go all the way into town, there was still a mid-point where they needed to go to retrieve the goods. This not only kept civilians off of the warzone, but kept the mercenaries from wreaking havoc on society.
It had been the Pyro’s turn to take this trek– however, the team knew all too well that for one, they couldn’t drive, and for another, if they could; they were liable to cause problems on the trip itself. (Not to mention, their lack of experience with snow in general, though the majority of the team would know nothing about that). So here they sat in the passenger’s seat beside the Soldier who claimed that his mid-western upbringing made for him to be ultimate winter-driver, and that no amount of snow could stop the sheer force he could put into a gas pedal.
Which is…. exactly what they were hearing now, once they re-focused themselves on their surroundings again. Grumbling, followed by revving of the engine- and all of the windows seemed to be completely whited-out. It seemed as though they’d driven right off of the map of life into an out of bounds territory, where nothing existed yet.
Mo stared at the blank canvas before them, then turned to the driver who angrily fumbled around with the gear-shift. Their word-choice could be critical, if the other were truly upset, although their point was often hard to get across as it was.
“ –—ey.” The sound they made to grab attention seemed to go unnoticed, and a gloved hand reached to sit on top of the other’s at the gear-shift. Putting up their other hand in a ‘stop’ gesture, they nodded at the windshield. They weren’t going anywhere, anytime soon.
Upon seeing the box of dish-detergent, the scout honestly wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh at the mishap, or lightly scold the pyro for not looking over the box first before tossing it into the laundry. She took the box to better inspect it; Peering into the contents to see just how much had been used before the sudsy mess left before them. Couldn’t have been just the little amount that was recommended for dishes alone.
There was a long breath (more so to keep giggles to a minimum) before she spoke again.
“I see- I mean, this is really, really wrong, and you’re gonna have to clean up the soap ‘fore anyone can make sure nothin’ broke, but you were close?” (Her voice squeaked up at ‘close’ like it was supposed to be consoling; They missed the mark, but they were close at least?)
The woman set the box down on top of one of the (hopefully not broken) machines before re-examining the mess again, but this time, a short chuckle was permitted to pass between her lips. A hand found its way to lightly clap the pyro over their shoulder.
“Don’t beat yourself up over it too much, buddy. You got ‘detergent’ right, and think of the bright side: Nothin’ blew up. Considerin’ things around here? I’d call this a pretty minor mess, ‘kay? Now then-” (There was a firm squeeze of their shoulder before she released, walking over to the cleaning supplies) “-Grab a mop. I’ll see how we can get rid of the bubbles.”
The figure remained still as she gauged the situation, releasing the box from their grasp with no argument once Jean reached to take it from them. She seemed to think this was pretty darn funny and if they were to take a step back, un-associate themselves with this tragedy, it would be incredibly funny! It’d be hilarious! And amidst this train of thought, they considered laughing along with her. If she was laughing, then she couldn’t be angry. Right?
So they bumbled out a laugh, nodding at the mention that they’d simply grabbed the wrong box off of the shelf. Their reading comprehension was mediocre at best, so that wasn’t too surprising.
The contact of a hand to their shoulder vibrated across their entire frame, and their head turned to face her instead of the mess before them.
Emergency threat wasn’t going to worsen, so now it was time to clean up. A squeeze to their shoulder to signal that they should get started, and the pyro nodded again in response, moving to take a mop down from a rack along the wall.
Brandishing it in their grip, they stared down the wall of bushes that rose before them, engulfing the washer in their stead, then tapped the mop head into it a few times. Hmm. Nothing. No response.
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — @scvttt ✂ = threatening them .
It was surprising, at least, the intensity at which the scout lashed out at their approach. The figure hadn’t meant any harm, but in the height of the situation, maybe they’d moved too close too fast, or…
Either way, the sudden shout- (GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, OR I SWEAR TA GOD, I’LL–-) made the pyro idle in place, even so far as backpedaling and withdrawing their hand back to their person.
Eyes widened beneath the mask, and their hands folded together at their front. Had they done something so terrible? Or perhaps the scout was already upset when they arrived? They didn’t specifically remember doing anything to upset him, but anything was possible.
…And even then, their surprise fizzled into frustration, brows furrowing downward. Their gloved hands clenched into tightened fists at their sides, and an irritated grumble emitted from the mask. Did the scout really want to fight? If so, they’d have to be ready.
The next morning, the engineer waited by her beat-up red pick-up truck for her team mate, dressed in civilian clothes, and already having eaten breakfast, packed, and ready to go. The woman made plenty of money, it was a mystery why she didn’t get rid of the hunk of junk and get a new car; most likely, it was due to an emotional attachment to it. It was fine, she supposed– it’s not like she couldn’t fix it whenever it broke down, probably even better than any mechanic out there. Hell, she could probably build her own car if she ever needed a new one.
She glanced at her wrist watch to check the time, hayseed stem she was chewing on twitching a bit as she waited for the pyromancer to join her. After five more minutes, she heard the door to the front gate open, and she smirked.
“Hey there, ‘bout time y’ woke up,” she said. “Y’ ready t’ git this show on th’ road?”
Bag, uniform, money, tickets–- Everything seemed to be in its right place, and the pyro hefted the strap onto their shoulder. Then, it took a brief scan of the hallway outside of their room to be certain that nobody else was out and about before they could finally scurry outside. It wasn’t so much that their appearance was meant to be a secret; They weren’t ashamed of how they looked, or anything like that. Although in a quick confrontation, they had few doubts that their teammates would think them an intruder, and on occasion, they hardly recognized themselves when looking in a mirror.
Dolly knew they were coming, and she always knew how to act around them. Or at least, that’s how it seemed from Mo’s perspective. She was kind and thoughtful, and they’d risk their ass to protect her if need be (Though usually, it needn’t be).
They fiddled with the front gate for a moment, finally popping it open and shutting it behind themselves. And despite fully knowing the woman would be out here- the sudden volume and clarity of her voice surprised the pyro; a slight jump in their step in response before they shook back into a regular stance, raising a hand into a wave.
“I am,” Even the sound of their own voice was a little jarring. “We should go.”
This is an attempt to gather the active roleplayers in the community so that we can find each other a little easier! The idea is to have three separate pages: one for canon muses, one for ocs, and one for blogs that have a verse for tf2 but are not primarily a team fortress 2 blog. To be added to the list:
reblog and tag if you’re an oc/canon/verse blog
canon blogs please include which character you rp
ocs please include your class (if 10th class, tag ‘10th’ please)
alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
