55th Inning

[freakinblur]

[What's faster than a Scout on his feet? A Scout on roller skates! Who knows where he got them or what possessed him to try them. But right now he's zipping through the streets at crazy speeds, grinning like a maniac. He's dodging pedestrians, cars, obstacles - for the most part

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[ooeeooahah]

[ He's coming up behind her, which means she's probably going to step right into his path... ]

AUGH!

[ There's a quick flash of light before they both hit the sidewalk, nothing spectacular, must have been a reflection off some chrome on a passing car. But neither of them is severely injured, not even a run in Ilsa's stockings. ]

[freakinblur]

[Suddenly on the ground. Interesting. Scout sits up, blinking.]

What the Christ just happened?

[ooeeooahah]

I think we both zagged, instead of coordinating alternate directions. You all right?

[freakinblur]

Yeah, that was still kinda weird. Guess I'm just lucky. Guess both of us are.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Have a sunny uncomplicated smile, Scout! ]

Of course, my unsolicited opinion is you might want protective gear, but then that's standard for my time, not Mayfield.

[ Ilsa checks him over after she gets up from the pavement.

No apparent damage this time, but if you have a helmet, that might be a good idea, especially if you start racing cars.

[freakinblur]

A helmet? C'mon, the skates alone are lame-lookin' enough.

[ooeeooahah]

Yeah, the ones they have now are not that great. But brain trauma is no fun either.

[ She smiles, taking the sting out of her words. ]

[freakinblur]

Eh, whatever, ya know? Ya get hurt here, ya die 'n' come back the next day right as rain. It's nothin'!

[ooeeooahah]

[ She shrugs ] It still hurts, and I'm not quite used to it.

[freakinblur]

I am. Happened all tha time to me back home. Get back up, jump back inta battle. No big deal.

[Yep, put that in your pipe and smoke it for awhile. He seems like it's no big deal.]

[ooeeooahah]

Erg, that sounds like the place my assigned mate came from.

[ Ilsa shakes her head, still not quite up to calling it normal. ]

[freakinblur]

Yer what?

[ooeeooahah]

They guy the drones think I'm married to, my assigned mate.

[ She chuckles. ]

Not that I mind sharing the house with him, he seems like a nice enough guy when he actually talks.

[freakinblur]

Oh, yer fake husband, got it. Who is it? I know a lotta people in this town from bein' here so damn long.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa hesitates a moment before talking. ]

He goes by Pyro.

[freakinblur]

Oh, Pyro, fer real? He's one 'a my teammates! It was about time they sent along one of 'em I can actually stand again. [As his other choices were Spy and Medic at the moment... no thanks.]