Roll Call

[sentryslinger]

Alright now, Miss Mundane. I know you're wantin' to know how many of us BLUs and REDs there are around these parts, but even if I ask, I can't guarantee everyone will answer. Some folks ain't much for talkin'.

But you're right. It don't hurt much to just ask around, 'less someone comes after me for my occupational affiliation. And I know how to take care of myself if that happens. Now that I can guarantee.

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[sentryslinger]

As this roll call has brought out two of you Spies, I'm startin' to think I might regret this in the end.

[rogueries]

Ah, whatever happened to optimistic feelings? Did you quit using it and lose it...?

[sentryslinger]

I said startin' to think. I haven't ended up with a knife in me yet, so I'd say I'm doin' somethin' right.

[He has had a sentry demolished already, though. That was heartbreaking.]

[rogueries]

[ watching sentries die is always popcorn worthy to spy. that jerk, who pulls out a fancy knife move with his butterfly knife. ]

Laborer, if you wish for the future to come sooner than later, all you need to do is ask.

[sentryslinger]

[Eyes on the blade, then back to Spy. Not intimidated by that knife, no sirree.]

I'll keep that offer in mind, but I don't expect I'll be needin' your help with that.

[rogueries]

My offer's always open.

[ hon hon hon. one more flashy fancy knife move before he pockets it. ]

Now, how is the count?

[sentryslinger]

Unfortunately uneven, with more REDs than BLUs, and more Spies than anyone else. Been a couple of people I can't really place on either team too, like Miss Pauling and Scout's mom.

1/2

[rogueries]

[ — scout's mom ♥ ]

[rogueries]

That is simple: Non-combatants, the audience; grey — unless they'd like to side with one or the other, no?

Perhaps they'd like to blow off some steam.

[sentryslinger]

That's where I've been puttin' 'em for now. Miss Pauling ain't really unaffiliated, and neither is Scout's mom...

[He laughs.] ... Though the fights she has are probably very different from ours.

[rogueries]

Eugh, so the apple falls far from the tree.

BLU seems to have rather low luck here, you poor man.

[sentryslinger]

That's just the way it is sometimes. At least all us BLUs get along so far. You get into trouble when ya can't trust your own team.

[rogueries]

Don't pretend you know us, now — not even the one in the cheap suit.

[ unlike how i know things attitude. ]

[sentryslinger]

I don't have to. Just pickin' up from observation.

[rogueries]

Tell me, then, on what you've picked up.

[sentryslinger]

Don't like someone else keepin' secrets from you, do you?

THAT MOMENT WHEN I TAG IN WITH THE WRONG JOURNAL 8(

[rogueries]

[ you sure do got a purdy back an audible sigh, a roll of his eyes. ]

Oh, please. I can take them anytime I want, pardner — I simply call the bluff.

I was about to note that Spy got really pretty all of the sudden. ;)

[sentryslinger]

I might be willin' to share if you weren't a RED, but I'll be keepin' these nuggets of information to myself, if ya don't mind.

1/2; > implying spy isn't pretty in the first place!!

[rogueries]

Ah.

[ activates the disguise kit — ]

[isaspy]

[ perfect scooty scoot scoot accent — ]

Yo, dis betta? 'Cause da name's Scout, and rainbows give me nightmares every night!!

[sentryslinger]

[As much as he'd love to know how that thing works, it will still always creep him out a little.]

I don't think the boy's mother will appreciate you impersonatin' her son like that.

[isaspy]

[ now that would just equal a second bullet between the eyes. ]

Translation: Yeah, I'd totally get an oscar for my performance. Merci beau coupt!

[ that was the worst french ever and it hurts his heart but how's his impersonation — ]

[sentryslinger]

[He can't help but laugh a little, even if he is talking to a Spy.]

As much as I disapprove of this, even I'll admit that was a pretty dang good impression.