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.

Comments

[not_onyourside]

Eet seems less hazardous zhan what I do normally.

[He's rummaging around in that toolbox of yours, pulling things out and playing with them.]

[sentryslinger]

[He's wrapped up in his polishing for a moment before hearing metal clank together, which makes him turn.]

Hey, stay out of that! Git!

[Complete with shooing motions.]

[not_onyourside]

[He backs away. With some electric gadget full of buttons.]

What ees zhis?

[No better way to find out than to start pushing all the buttons!]

[sentryslinger]

[There's a boom behind him- bye bye, sentry.

And now he's giving you this look.]

[not_onyourside]

[He can't even hide his grin.]

I did not know zhey did zhat. Well. I zhink zhis has been a learning experience for us all.

[Tosses the gadget back in the toolbox, cloaks, and RUNS.]

[sentryslinger]

[Good idea. He's just going to pull the toolbox to him and get back to work, collecting all the pieces of his baby.]

[not_onyourside]

[He's just thrilled he didn't get hit in the head with a wrench. So he will stay far far away and quietly watch from a distant rooftop.]

[sentryslinger]

[He'd hit you if he could find you, but hunting out Spies isn't his forte. Building is, and that's what he's going to do. At least some of the pieces look salvageable.]

[not_onyourside]

[If it's any consolation he wasn't actually intending to blow up your precious little baby sentry. Not that he feels bad about it, he just wasn't planning on it.

Okay he feels a teensy bit bad about it. Since he had been trying to be civil and all.]