Hudda huh mmph mroooo!

[balloonicorns]

Hummmgh! Huaaaoh, hudd mmmoh vvvrng. Mmmph mhn msssh? Haaarrh han han nrooo. Mat.

[Pyro throws their hands up in the air. However, there is no waving them around like Pyro just don't care.]

Huddah huddah huh.

Mmywhhy. Mnow mrrr hooo mnnmnuhh fnnnd mrr fnnnddss? Mmmcc Spy! Mr Scood? Mmr Mmngneer? Mmr Medic? Mr nneeeennn ssseeh?

Pyro dsssnd manna veee arrr veye mmmssf! Mrr mff uuuh thrz!

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OK, that wasn't the real tag

[asano_san]

[Nothing like a person wearing a hazmat suit to brighten your day.]

What's going on?

that would have been weird.

[balloonicorns]

[Pyro looks at the nervous looking chubby kitty and tilts their head to the side. Then the asbestos-lined suit's shoulders roll in a shrug, his heavy shiny flamethrower bubbleblower clanking noisily.]

Hurrooh! Fee msh rrynn maaac mo pyyy mrr! Mmfn vro mrr msn aaahvvv mmm! Mmnd mrr mmy aaarv fffnnt mow mrr drrr dd!

Moo shhd eeel mrr nnnd do. Mrrr mhhht mssn mr mo

[Pyro nods excitedly.]

Even I have my limits

[asano_san]

[A clank, whether noisy or not, is the least reassuring noise in the world, he thinks.

Keigo gets a "hello" out of their answer. Maybe. As for other words-]

Did you say run? And missing? And I should do something? What should I do? Am I the one who needs to run?!

[ribsgrowback]

[ Congratulations, Pyro. You successfully used your E-button called for a Medic. And which Medic doesn't like being called by a perfectly healthy patient?

Pyro gets rewarded with a look. ]

Ach. Don't tell me I left surgery for zhis! I don't always tie zhem down, you know?

[ Welp. Have an overheal anyway because he's here already. ]

"Luppi and THAT?? No, that is just too much for me."

[balloonicorns]

Hrooo?

[ Pyro is not sure what to do with chubby Keigo cat's sudden barrage of questions. They tap their fingers on the propane tank bubble bottle of the Rainblower, considering whether a well timed airblast might solve the problem of too many questions being meowed at Pyro's face.

Probably not.

But it might launch the kitty into the air! Pyro giggles and claps their hands together with joy at the thought of Chubby Kitten sailing merrily through the air.

But Pyro won't do that. Well. At least not yet.]

No? Vrrn rnnnng? Hud. Aooo gnns drr shrd mell mrr do sdp. Mmcaaz iihs nnn grd! Mrr dnnsst meed mrr! Moo shhhhhd uhnnssd thhh.

[balloonicorns]

[Pyro is delighted to have called a Medic with their well thought out plea to the person-behind-the-keyboard. It was not their intent to have done such a thing, but it was always nice to see the giggly ex-doctor smiling so happily at their dear friend Pyro.

even if that look is something that would make a saner man (or woman or bunch of cats in an abestos lined suit) weep and flee

Now there is just one thing to do before Pyro and Medic get into the serious business of being good friends on the same team.

Pyro juuust has to make sure that Medic is Medic, and not a BLU Spy trying to engage Pyro in a game of Hide and Seek. Pyro giggles with anticipation and raises the Rainblower, about to give the happy healer a rainbow shower when Medic beats him to the punch and heals him.]

Uhhraah. Oo rrr moo sssggrr? Vvvt ood moo ngrrr mmf mrr?

"Welcome back to rp!"

[asano_san]

[Giggles don't translate well through mask filters. "Demonic glee" sounds like a good description for the noise he's hearing paired with hand clapping. Keigo starts to consider the possibility that this person isn't wearing a suit because something terrible is in the air but because they're crazy.

He's going to die, isn't he?

He should run. But out of so many other words he didn't understand, that was a definite no to running, and should he really go against what the crazy person wants him to do?

The crazy person just moo'd at him.]

I don't understand what you want!

"... you creepy bastard!" FTFY.

[balloonicorns]

[Pyro holds very still for a very short amount of time while they consider Chubby Cat's problem. It wasn't something that was new to Pyro. Not even a little bitty bit.

It wasn't usually a kitty that told them that, though. Flying babies, sure. Pyro's own Teammates ( a motley assortment of happy, sparkly, winged and pretty folks,) most definitely. But not the usual residents of Pyroland. They either understood Pyro completely or didn't talk at all.]

Mrrrrw. Mrew? Mrrrrroooow.

[ Maybe if Pyro spoke in the Kitty's mother tongue it would help him to understand!]

[hasstandards]

[Out of that entire speech, Sniper understood one word.]

Spy? Where?

[balloonicorns]

No! Nnn crrrng Spy, sknng hrr btt prrng mrr nn nt Spy. Rrr nnwuh lss. Shrr vnn rkks roo bttr! I mm jss snd cis!

[Pyro shakes their head, tapping their chest with one finger.]

I dnn gddid! Shrr dnnt vvn knrr shrr do prr mrr. Thsh cmmntah wzz lsht rrrsrrt!

[hasstandards]

[Still hearing the word 'Spy' a lot, pal.]

I asked where, Pyro. Not for your bloody life's story.

[balloonicorns]

Snnnr! Rrf roo rrd ushh rssn rdd nnr thrrt thrr shn nn Spy! Roo rn brr hrrfrr roo nnw?

Thrr sh nn Spy nn I dnnn nnr hiii roo --

Hh! Rorr prrng iwff mrr! Hrr cdd I brr sh brrnd?

[ Pyro raises the flamethrower bubbleblower up, pointing it straight at Sniper's chest.]

Trrg trmm, Spy!

WDI = Well Detailed Inkblots? We Deify Iguanas?

[asano_san]

[Everything points against getting a clear answer to his question. Shouted, implied question. Still, he waits for an answer, however muffled and strange it may be.

Only to find he's wrong on one count. It's the most decipherable response yet. It's also meowing. Definitely a crazy person.

But if they think they're a cat, that's a lot better than the other things they could think they are. Cat > Axe Murder, for instance. Keigo wants to encourage this over any more homicidal choices.]

Meow?

[Keigo reaches up to pat them on the head.]

[hasstandards]

[Sniper eyes that bubbleblower as though it'd light him on fire -- probably because it absolutely could -- but tries to play it casual, giving the end a little push with one finger in the hopes of convincing Pyro to point it elsewhere.]

Whoa, mate. I'm not a Spy. Would I walk right up to ya if I was?

[notintehkitchen]

[LOOK! Another RED Pyro appears! Your hudda speak will be understood perfectly. Pyro is more focused on the idea that there is another Pyro about all and places her hands on her cheeks.]

Aww, you are so cute and you seem excited! I bet you'll see many of your friends here.

[ribsgrowback]

[ Well, thanks for not setting him on fire. Not that Medic isn't used to being set on fire. But do you have any idea how hard this stupidly white coat is to clean? And yet RED's seemingly magical laundry room seems to be doing the trick. Somehow. ]

Oh, I'm doing fine. Zhanks for asking.

[ Said with a nonchalant shrug. Did he understand a single word of what Pyro just said? Probably not. But that's okay. It's not like Medic really cares or anything. ]

[balloonicorns]

[Pyro tilts their head sharply to one side as Sniper pushes the mouth of Hell his rainbows-and-happiness-thrower away from him.

Yes. That has confirmed it, like nothing else could have. Spy wants to tag Pyro first! Silly, selfish Spy. He forgot the rules of the game!]

Yrrsh. Srry Spy!

[Is Friendly Fire on? Well, if it isn't then Sniper oughta move fast, because Pyro is readjusting their aim, squeezing the heck out of the gas pump nozzle, chuckling as a burst of rainbows and bubbles charges out of the tri-headed Rainblower.]

Trrg! Yrr id!

while godlike reptiles are a pretty cool idea, how bout "Well, damn it."

[balloonicorns]

[Pyro feels like they have done something simply amazing. Like some sort of Kitten Whisperer, they have managed to soothe over the poor fluffy baby's nervousness at being addressed by Pyro.]

Mrrr mrrw meeer.

[Ha ha! The kitty has gotten it backwards! He supposed to be petted by the Pyro, not pet them! Not that Pyro minds very much, of course. Who possibly could?

Pyro reaches out to return the pettings, stroking Keigo's furry head with a gloved hand.]

Mrrw mrr moow mrr Pyro. Mrr mmwee mew mew?

[hasstandards]

Piss.

[Sniper sees he's made a mistake just in time, and takes off running as the fire laps at his boots. He swerves around a tree and rounds the corner of a rock, trying to take cover, hoping Pyro didn't see which way he went.

Holding his breath, he listens closely for any sounds that might tell him Pyro is headed his way.]

[balloonicorns]

[And now we know what Merasmus is up to when he isn't in jail or becoming indebted to a new bunch of international criminals?

But yeah, wow, Medic. How totally uncool of you to spycheck yourself. That is Pyro's job you know?]

Huuh? Bdd.

[Pyro shrugs.]

Roo rrlllld mrr. Ddd ywnn trr gerrr brrn vrrrthhhn? Wrl yrr srrgrr ssaap? Wrs iih srmrn I nn? Hrrvv mrrrb?

[So Pyro doesn't realize that Medic doesn't understand or care what they are saying. Even if they did have even an inkling of that concept, Pyro would still ask ALL OF THE QUESTIONS because they are a very curious being.

Also, it kind of counts as story time.]

Ss urr nrr hrrr tthhn?

Not in Huddahspeak because they are obviously Pybros!

[balloonicorns]

Hi!

[Another Pyro! And a full-grown-not-baby Pyro at that! Pyro laughs at this new development because, hey, how often does that happen?

Then they stop laughing abruptly as a new thought occurs to them.]

Are you really Pyro or are you a Spy?

[Because a Spy would answer that completely honestly, of course.]

[balloonicorns]

[Oh that makes it doubly certain. Spy would have said "merde" which is a rudeish word and there Sniper goes talking about piss. It may not be the same thing but it is close enough for Pyro's work.

Pyro doesn't chase the Sniper-Spy (Or is it a Spy-Sniper? A Sny? Spiper?) so much as they skip merrily after him, swinging their flamethrower from side to side, the reek of burning fuel surrounding the Pyro like Spy's stink lines a thick cloud of exhaust as they do their very best to incinerate they very air around them in an attempt to find their new playmate.]

Arre arre rrrkr rnn phrr! Crrm rrd crk rrd rrrhhuhvrr roo rrr!

[hasstandards]

[While Sniper may recognize the sing-song tone of "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he's absolutely not about to do that. He can hear uneven footsteps -- sounds like skipping maybe, if he had to guess. He should've known this would all be a game to Pyro. Bloody whackjob.

His gun is on his back, but that's not his first option. He digs through the pockets of his vest, trying to find something to help him prove he's not a Spy, and peers around the edge of his hiding spot to see how close Pyro is.]

[ribsgrowback]

[ Ah, Pyro. Your curious spirit is always a blessing to encounter. Have a short, dismissive wave.
]

Ach. I vouldn't vorry too much. I'm sure he can live vithout his brain for a moment.

[ And a thoughtful pause is what follows. ]

Actually.... I'm not so sure about zhat. But it'd be too late to go back now anyway, ja?

[ He'll just leave his mess for someone else to clean. ]

[balloonicorns]

[Pyro bounds after the Spiper like an amorous member of the the family Mephitidae chasing after a black cat who had been unlucky enough to end up with a stripe of white paint upon her back.

Gee, Spy sure could run fast when he wanted to! He was almost as fast as Scout! Or even the BLU baby Scout! Pyro's entire body shook with laughter as they imagined a race between the Scouts and a tag-playing Spy.

Pyro came up to the tree and jumped around it, flamethrower ablaze, only to be met with the silencce that meant that they had not found the Spy's hiding spot just yet.

Cupping gloved hands around the intake filter of their mask, the Pyro called out,]

Spy, rrr roo strr hrr rrmggrr?