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]

[Sitting on your sentry as it slowly spins back and forth. Don't even ask how he got there.]

You are preforming a roll call? How quaint.

[sentryslinger]

[Color him spooked, his hand going for his Wrangler in a heartbeat. And he's not going to ask how you got there. You're a Spy. That's reason enough.]

Yeah, something like that.

[not_onyourside]

[He clings to the top of the sentry as it spins so he doesn't fall off.]

I zhink you will find zhere are far more RED's zhan zhere are BLUs.

[sentryslinger]

I'd expect that news from you, but I like to see things for myself.

[Spinning more. Get off, you.]

[not_onyourside]

I am only trying to help.

[He tumbles off the back of the sentry, landing hard on his back and freezing instantly. He's perfectly in that place directly under the gun where the sentry can't shoot him. Now to figure out how to get away.]

[sentryslinger]

[In good news, it doesn't seem Engie has intentions of shooting him... yet.]

And I'll thank ya for that, but if I find you sittin' on my sentry again, I'm havin' it put a few holes in that big-city suit of yours. We clear, partner?

[not_onyourside]

Crystal.

[Of course now you have a Spy curled around the base of your sentry like a pinstriped anaconda.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie just watches, not sure what to make of this.]

Guess I should've been clearer on what ya can and can't do with my contraptions. Then again, "curlin' around it like a dang python" wasn't one I'd have ever expected.

[not_onyourside]

Well I do not want to get shot. Zhis suit was just cleaned.

[He pats the side of the sentry.]

At least I am not sapping eet, oui?

[sentryslinger]

No, you're not. Not sure if I trust you to keep it up, but I'm happy to leave you in one piece so long as you behave yourself.

[not_onyourside]

And I am supposed to take your word for eet?

[sentryslinger]

Alright, how about this? You give me that sapper of yours, and I'll hand you this so I can't possibly aim the sentry at you.

You try anything funny, and I'll take it out, along with you. And if I make a move ya don't trust, you've got some added firepower against me. Sound fair?

[not_onyourside]

[He narrows his eyes in calculation.]

I am not giving you my sapper. You will run off and take eet apart. Let us do zhis eenstead.

[CLOAK.]

[sentryslinger]

[Sigh. Dagnabit, Spy. And here he was trying to be civil. He backs up, readying his shotgun.]

I was just tryin' to compromise. Ya could've just said no instead of actin' like this.

[not_onyourside]

I am compromising. I am not touching your sentry, you are not filling me full of holes.

[Uncloaking right next to you. Go ahead and fire on him and shoot yourself with your own sentry.]

You see? We are getting along already.

[sentryslinger]

[He jumps, switching to his Wrangler quickly so the sentry doesn't fire on the both of them when it comes online again.]

I don't appreciate you doin' this, though.

[not_onyourside]

Doing what?

[sentryslinger]

Jumpin' around me all invisible like that. I ain't done nothin' to you so far.

[not_onyourside]

I have not done anyzzing to you eizzer!

Why are you so jumpy? I do not even have a knife out and I am not behind you. Relax.

[Patting Engie's helmet like he's a dog.]

[sentryslinger]

[He straightens his helmet.]

I'm jumpy because while you ain't done nothin' yet, you're actin' like you will. Bein' who we are, me an Engineer and you a Spy, ya can't really blame me.

[quickly]

You can tell yer mun a roll call ain't necessary.

'Cause da only one dat matters is me!

[sentryslinger]

You might have to ask the Scout on our side for his opinion on that one, fella.

[quickly]

Thing is --

I don't care about his opinion. He's a loser!

[sentryslinger]

Somehow, I don't think you two are ever gonna get along. At least you can keep each other busy while I take a headcount.

[quickly]

[Shrug.]

Well, if you still wanna waste yer time with dis roll call, I ain't stoppin' ya.