Tweny Third Krieg - Action

[sturmbahnfurher]

A. Around Town

[The Major will be dressed in his police uniform, going about his routine beat during the day. He nods and says hello to people as he passes in his usual pleasant manner.]Good day! Good day

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The Park

[doctor_tyrant]

[The flames scattering across the grass and the subsequent explosions certainly catch the Doctor's attention. With his Demon Crown sitting on his head for just the occasion, he watches the fight from a safe distance all the while floating in the air. It couldn't be more fascinating, a fight like this: his friend against, who else, but his friend.

He wonders a little whether or not he should join and help. He could just as easily do that, but they seem to be having fun by themselves.]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[For the moment, neither of the Major's notice they've gained an audience. Why would they, after all? They're much more interested in their current fight with one another.

The one who had been behind the bench starts to strafe, trying to move closer towards the tree. The one behind the tree takes a few shots, though they each hit harmlessly into the ground. The strafing one also takes a shot, and manages to graze the one behind the tree, giving a small laugh as he does so.]

First blood my friend!

[And the one behind the tree starts moving himself, beginning to reload his gun.]

Indeed, indeed! Perhaps you are the better marksman!

[doctor_tyrant]

[Oh, how the Doctor would like to fan the flames a little. Perhaps he should have kept some of that zombie serum instead of giving them all away to Doof. It would be amazing to see an unzombified man fighting his zombified self. The gears of the Doctor's imagination are spinning overtime.

Well, why not.]

Which one of you is winning?

[The Doctor calls out, but no matter what he says, he probably couldn't interrupt the fight.]

[sturmbahnfurher]

Winning?

[The one who had been behind the bench says, trying to shoot at his foe as he reloads.]

Winning is hardly the point here!

Indeed!

[Called out the one who'd been behind the tree, finally finishing reloading and bringing his weapon to bare on his enemy.]

What's important is the thrill.

[gotyourbones]

[Guys. Guys this is the best thing. Tell Medic someone brought popcorn, because today just got a whole lot more entertaining.

He'll just be watching from the sidelines, enjoying the hell out of this little show.]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[Neither of them notice Medic yet. They're far too absorbed in their own little battle to care about who might be watching them.

The one who had been behind the bench starts to scramble to his feet, the one behind the tree taking a few potshots as he tries to right himself. One of the bullets tears right past the scrambling ones head, and both of the Majors proceed to laugh their heads off at that.]

Careful friend! I almost had you there!

The keyword there is almost.

[gotyourbones]

[Hm... do either of them still have those molotov cocktails?]

Burn zhe ground at his feet! Cut off zhe escape!

[Who is he shouting to? Who fucking cares?]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[Both roar in laughter at their unexpected "guest", though neither turn their attention to him. That'd be suicide, even if they're both poor shots.]

Are you enjoying yourself, my friend?

[The one from the bench replies, trying to make ground towards the tree.]

Perhaps you should join in, then!

[Says the one behind the tree, as he starts to move out from behind the tree.]

B.

[selfobservedcat]

[Schrodinger is just enjoying the show, trying to avoid injury.]

Go Major, go!

[And he chuckles, because no one can tell which Major he's rooting for.]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[And both of them just chuckle. The one from behind the tree starts to move forward, attempting to close the gap a bit between him and his opponent, firing at the one on the ground as he approaches, attempting to keep him down.]

I am certainly trying, Schro! My, unfortunate too that you don't have one! They're quite fun!

[The one from the bench keeps scrambling back, trying to fire at his opponent. He's clearly on the end taking a beating at the moment, but he's not letting it get to him.]

Indeed! Perhaps you should join in Schro!

Though the idea of you actually taking action is quite novel.

[selfobservedcat]

It would certainly be interesting to have--

[He cuts his sentence short, frowning at the fake Major's words.]

As a messenger, I work best as an observer...

[sturmbahnfurher]

I wouldn't worry about what he has to say, Schro. I doubt the boy knows any better.

[The two Majors continues to circle one another, attempting to fire at each other and still doing a relatively poor job at it.

You may want to get back a bit more, Schrodinger. Some of those shots are getting a bit close.]

Oh, I would hardly think you know much better either, friend.

B - The Park

[doofenstrudel]

[Heinz is having a pretty terrible day, all things considered. Everywhere he goes, people are putting him down! Now you'd think he'd be used to being the world's buttmonkey, but his time in Mayfield had lowered his defenses to such low blows. There must be a reason! There must be a source! He is running to and fro in search of answers!

...instead, he finds two copies of the Major having it out.]

Is that... are there... why are there...?

I did not drink any milk this morning so I cannot possibly be hallucinating....

[sturmbahnfurher]

[Sorry, not really looking at you Doof. By now the two's guns have run out of ammunition, and they've resorted to fistfighting. It's a pretty clumsy, pathetic form of combat, and neither of them seem to be accustomed to it for all too long. They clumsily trade blows with one another, retorting.]

Tiring already friend? My, I suppose that's fitting for a newborn!

How funny! How funny! Do you admit then to fighting a child and only managing to be on equal standing?

Do you admit to being one?

[doofenstrudel]

[And that's quite alright with him. He's more interested in taking in the spectacle than participating in it. Also, recording it somehow. He starts to pat himself down absently, seeking a camera.

He doesn't have a camera.

He needs a camera right now. And so he turns around and makes a mad dash for town. He's going to have to buy one. Hopefully they will still be at it later.]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[Oh they still are by the time Doof gets back. A bit more tired and worn and worse for the wear, but at it still. By this point they're exchanging punches at a nearly impossibly slow rate from tired they are, and still lambasting one another despite their exhaustion.]

Oh was that...that a punch? I thought I felt something gently graze me.

Hmmm? What was that? The wind?

the park

[notsaul]

[Is this a nightmare or all her dreams coming true?

She's not sure.

But, she has a six-pack and a lawn chair and goddamn, she's gonna enjoy this, damn the consequences.]

The park

[sturmbahnfurher]

[They've run out of ammunition quite a bit ago, and have been forced to start punching and kicking the shit out of each other. Which honestly, is quite hysterical with how poor they both are at it. Expert combatants the Majors are not.

Right now one of them has the other in a headlock, the other trying to wrestle free while the grappler appears to be trying to start twisting his head off.]

Looks like you're running out of energy, boy! It was a fun fight, but like all good things it must come to an end.

But oh, it was a good fight, you must admit.

Oh. It was.

[notsaul]

God, just make out already, you're both fucking disgusting.

[she's the type of person to yell at the stage during a play]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[And they both pause for a minute.

And smirk at Annie.]

Oh? My, you seem to have no problem watching, girl.

You'd almost feel justified in some weird way if we did, wouldn't you?