Experimental ch03
Apparently this 15,000 town is in the stone ages because we don't have a mall. And it's cute when a girl's boyfriend doesn't want her to have any friends because he's just being protective. Dumb girls are dumb.
ANYWAY
TITLE: Experimental
CHAPTER: 3/?
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: Team Fortress 2
CHARACTERS: all nine classes, Medic centric
SUMMERY: RED has decided to try something with this 'Experimental' team. Some members decide to try some new things themselves.
Medic was fascinated with Pyro. Never before had she seen someone so expressive with so much of their body covered. Even though she couldn't understand anything the other woman was saying she could still discern the message from Pyro's motions. While she'd been the quiet observer for most of her short time with the team (excepting her bus-born camaraderie with Engineer), the German actually took part in conversation to better study Pyro's way of communication.
Supply was greeted with two strong accents and a chorus of 'mphs' when the three women arrived. Medic and Engineer stood to the side while Pyro sat down with her forms. She arrived with nothing more than a backpack, no weapons, so she had to fill out three sets of the annoying papers. Her thick, heat-proof gloves must have made it very difficult for her to hold the pen properly, but she bent to the task with determination and slowly made her way across the pages.
Medic and Engineer took seats in the waiting room and chatted while they waited for Pyro to finish. They talked about this and that, but mostly about how well the Experimental would work together and wondering about their absent team members.
Medic remembered that the Texan said something about their 'Spah,' but when she asked Engineer about it the red-head just looked irritated and settled into an almost pouty slouch. She mumbled something around the lines of 'don't need to practice on your own team,' which worried Medic slightly. The Experimental needed to work... but then, Engineer had worked with men who were violently against a on the oil field and she still got the job done. Plus, it just seemed to be a natural opposition, spies and engineers, even when they were on the same team. Medic put it out of her mind for the time being; she couldn't make a proper evaluation until she actually met the woman.
They moved on to the topics of absent conversation; while the forms for ax and shotgun were fairly short, it took Pyro a long time to finish due to the handicap of her gloves. When she reached the last, lengthy one dedicated to the flamethrower, she paused and made it clear to the supply personnel that she wanted to see the device first.
She scoffed at the row of shining tanks and barrels and then pointedly handed the form back to the clerk. After some muffled arguing that both Medic and Engineer watched with some amusement, she was given directions to the scrap heap where she could salvage parts to build her own flamethrower. Engineer was tasked with making sure Pyro's construction didn't end with an explosion, but Medic wasn't all that worried. The eye-roll and distain behind the mask were evident; it wouldn't be the first device she constructed from spare parts.
When they got back to the shack both Soldier and Scout had returned from their exercises and were just finishing in the shower. They were promised the rest of the team would arrive by the end of the day, but with dinner less than an hour away it seemed unlikely. They had a mostly good natured discussion negatively aimed at the establishment until it got Soldier on a rampage and they all got lectured on respecting superior officers.
Soldier was just reaching the crescendo when the door opened and (thankfully) interrupted her. Standing on the threshold was a petite woman dressed in charcoal slacks and a baggy sweater in gray and muted green. Her bag was made of leather and looked older than she was, covered with scuffs and a rough patchwork of repairs. She dropped that and kicked it out of her way, but the newer case in her other hand she handled with delicate care, taking it to one of the desks and setting it down gently before making any indication she knew the others were there.
In contradiction to her tasteful and conservative clothing, there was a definite untamed look to everything above the neck. Her hair was tightly curled and frizzy, barely confined by a simple black cap and accompanying headband, her grin was eager, confidant, and rough, and there was a definite untamed spirit shining in her one brown eye.
"Greetings, lassies!," she bellowed with surprising force (though she didn't quite match Soldier's shout). "Yer Demowoman is here." She stood with fists on her hips and surveyed the group ranged across the room. When she turned her head to the right Medic could see the edge of a pink scar peeking from under her eyepatch. The troubling question of depth perception sprang to Medic's mind, followed shortly by her small frame. While Scout's leanness was to her advantage, a demolition expert had to carry quite a lot of gear into battle. Certainly they wouldn't send someone completely incapable of doing the job... but then again, there were doubtless many who would love to see the Experimental fail...
All the other doubts she buried came swimming to the surface. She was vaguely aware that at least most of the others rose to greet Demowoman, but most of her attention was on the fact that Scout was so young, that Engineer never mentioned taking a life, that Soldier might be a literal loose cannon...
There was a sudden weight on her shoulder and she looked up, her face reflected in the darkened glass windows of Pyro's mask. Medic could see the reassuring smile via the same amazing expressiveness that was so interesting to her.
She supposed Pyro was right. Overly negative feelings wouldn't help at all. She could only wait until tomorrow, when they started team exercises. After that she could discern any weaknesses and find ways to compensate, but not before.
She sighed, the doubts and reasons settling down and leaving her mind quiet. The slightest quirk of her lips told her gratefulness, something that was surely impossible to see through tinted reinforced glass, but Pyro seemed to get the message.
They would succeed, Medic thought as she looked at the other women. Possibly. But very possibly.
ANYWAY
TITLE: Experimental
CHAPTER: 3/?
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: Team Fortress 2
CHARACTERS: all nine classes, Medic centric
SUMMERY: RED has decided to try something with this 'Experimental' team. Some members decide to try some new things themselves.
Medic was fascinated with Pyro. Never before had she seen someone so expressive with so much of their body covered. Even though she couldn't understand anything the other woman was saying she could still discern the message from Pyro's motions. While she'd been the quiet observer for most of her short time with the team (excepting her bus-born camaraderie with Engineer), the German actually took part in conversation to better study Pyro's way of communication.
Supply was greeted with two strong accents and a chorus of 'mphs' when the three women arrived. Medic and Engineer stood to the side while Pyro sat down with her forms. She arrived with nothing more than a backpack, no weapons, so she had to fill out three sets of the annoying papers. Her thick, heat-proof gloves must have made it very difficult for her to hold the pen properly, but she bent to the task with determination and slowly made her way across the pages.
Medic and Engineer took seats in the waiting room and chatted while they waited for Pyro to finish. They talked about this and that, but mostly about how well the Experimental would work together and wondering about their absent team members.
Medic remembered that the Texan said something about their 'Spah,' but when she asked Engineer about it the red-head just looked irritated and settled into an almost pouty slouch. She mumbled something around the lines of 'don't need to practice on your own team,' which worried Medic slightly. The Experimental needed to work... but then, Engineer had worked with men who were violently against a on the oil field and she still got the job done. Plus, it just seemed to be a natural opposition, spies and engineers, even when they were on the same team. Medic put it out of her mind for the time being; she couldn't make a proper evaluation until she actually met the woman.
They moved on to the topics of absent conversation; while the forms for ax and shotgun were fairly short, it took Pyro a long time to finish due to the handicap of her gloves. When she reached the last, lengthy one dedicated to the flamethrower, she paused and made it clear to the supply personnel that she wanted to see the device first.
She scoffed at the row of shining tanks and barrels and then pointedly handed the form back to the clerk. After some muffled arguing that both Medic and Engineer watched with some amusement, she was given directions to the scrap heap where she could salvage parts to build her own flamethrower. Engineer was tasked with making sure Pyro's construction didn't end with an explosion, but Medic wasn't all that worried. The eye-roll and distain behind the mask were evident; it wouldn't be the first device she constructed from spare parts.
When they got back to the shack both Soldier and Scout had returned from their exercises and were just finishing in the shower. They were promised the rest of the team would arrive by the end of the day, but with dinner less than an hour away it seemed unlikely. They had a mostly good natured discussion negatively aimed at the establishment until it got Soldier on a rampage and they all got lectured on respecting superior officers.
Soldier was just reaching the crescendo when the door opened and (thankfully) interrupted her. Standing on the threshold was a petite woman dressed in charcoal slacks and a baggy sweater in gray and muted green. Her bag was made of leather and looked older than she was, covered with scuffs and a rough patchwork of repairs. She dropped that and kicked it out of her way, but the newer case in her other hand she handled with delicate care, taking it to one of the desks and setting it down gently before making any indication she knew the others were there.
In contradiction to her tasteful and conservative clothing, there was a definite untamed look to everything above the neck. Her hair was tightly curled and frizzy, barely confined by a simple black cap and accompanying headband, her grin was eager, confidant, and rough, and there was a definite untamed spirit shining in her one brown eye.
"Greetings, lassies!," she bellowed with surprising force (though she didn't quite match Soldier's shout). "Yer Demowoman is here." She stood with fists on her hips and surveyed the group ranged across the room. When she turned her head to the right Medic could see the edge of a pink scar peeking from under her eyepatch. The troubling question of depth perception sprang to Medic's mind, followed shortly by her small frame. While Scout's leanness was to her advantage, a demolition expert had to carry quite a lot of gear into battle. Certainly they wouldn't send someone completely incapable of doing the job... but then again, there were doubtless many who would love to see the Experimental fail...
All the other doubts she buried came swimming to the surface. She was vaguely aware that at least most of the others rose to greet Demowoman, but most of her attention was on the fact that Scout was so young, that Engineer never mentioned taking a life, that Soldier might be a literal loose cannon...
There was a sudden weight on her shoulder and she looked up, her face reflected in the darkened glass windows of Pyro's mask. Medic could see the reassuring smile via the same amazing expressiveness that was so interesting to her.
She supposed Pyro was right. Overly negative feelings wouldn't help at all. She could only wait until tomorrow, when they started team exercises. After that she could discern any weaknesses and find ways to compensate, but not before.
She sighed, the doubts and reasons settling down and leaving her mind quiet. The slightest quirk of her lips told her gratefulness, something that was surely impossible to see through tinted reinforced glass, but Pyro seemed to get the message.
They would succeed, Medic thought as she looked at the other women. Possibly. But very possibly.