*Pyro was running around Sawmill like a maniac making this reassuring sound, and burning everything in sight. When she turned a corner following a stupid Scout and suddenly wasn't in Sawmill at all.. but... a forest
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*Go away Philip, the Scout will see her if you talk to her. Wait...
Blue? Check.
Eyepatch? Check.
Black Scottish guy? Not quite, but.. CLOSE ENOUGH.
DEMOMAN! That's what she yells but it comes out more like:
MMURMURPHMAAAMMM!
*At which point she abandons her beautiful hiding place of complete concealment and runs over to Demo... Philip and hugs him. Then starts a rather animated monologue about the Scout she was following. Complete with lots of gesturing and pointing with her flame thrower.*
Mmph, mmph scuuumph nun hudda murr! Mph *Pointing to the tree* hummunna nurrph. Nunna murph hudda hurr!
*Something is making noise what the hell? Is it Scout? It sure doesn't sound like Scout.
Oh wait no, it's the weird box that's duct taped to her flame thrower. Funny how she didn't notice that thing before. She tilts her head at the thing and then pulls it off her flame thrower.*
Mrrf hudda?
*Wait. What are you talking about. She's totes hidden. No one can see her.*
*She puts her hands on her hips and unleashes an incoherent mumbled tirade at the RED supporter on the comm who not only gave away her position but now is insulting her superior powers of stealth.
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Ahhh, so beautiful. So quiet. So flammab-- no, that is not where this train of thought is going.
Speaking of going though, look who's coming along that little path over there!
It's this tall and skinny person here, dressed all in blue with a fashionable eyepatch to round off the look.
Here he is now, just walking... walking.... walkANDSTOP.
Stop. Right. There. What is that?
No.
Who is that?
A fellow enthusiast of the colour blue it seems.
But that is about as obvious as it gets.
Philip waits.
Thinks he should probably make sure he hasn't been seen.
And then turn around.
Walk away.
Go ba-- ]
Hello?
[ -ah. Yes. Or that. ]
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Blue? Check.
Eyepatch? Check.
Black Scottish guy? Not quite, but.. CLOSE ENOUGH.
DEMOMAN! That's what she yells but it comes out more like:
MMURMURPHMAAAMMM!
*At which point she abandons her beautiful hiding place of complete concealment and runs over to Demo... Philip and hugs him. Then starts a rather animated monologue about the Scout she was following. Complete with lots of gesturing and pointing with her flame thrower.*
Mmph, mmph scuuumph nun hudda murr! Mph *Pointing to the tree* hummunna nurrph. Nunna murph hudda hurr!
*Isn't that an awesome plan?*
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Oh wait no, it's the weird box that's duct taped to her flame thrower. Funny how she didn't notice that thing before. She tilts her head at the thing and then pulls it off her flame thrower.*
Mrrf hudda?
*Wait. What are you talking about. She's totes hidden. No one can see her.*
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You're doing a shitty job, if you are.
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She sure told you.*
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They look like they might be fun to roleplay with!
So, Nepeta wraps her tail around the branch and abruptly drops down, a big smile on her face as she dangles there.]
Hi!
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She falls backwards flame thrower at the ready to make that frenchie bastard pay for his crimes! No... no Pyro that's a shrub you're burninating.
That's a rock.
Okay there we go. Pointed at Nepeta now.*
HURRRR HUDDA HUUDA MURRPH!!!!!
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