Checking Dreamwidth out, but he's not happy

[defendnhills]

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, GIRLIE?

I do not HAVE TIME for GAMES. Do NOT go looking for places to "put" me. I DO NOT NEED "A Social Outlet". I DO NOT NEED FRIENDS.

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[hasstandards]

I didn't say anything. You must be hearing things.

He's adorkables.

[notintehkitchen]

A very keen observation. Despite my boyish looks, you can see through me.

I'll let you in on a little secret Mr. Warrior, you'd never know what I was if my mun didn't always have me taking my mask off to speak.

[defendnhills]

[We could make millions if we bottled that stuff.]

NO. That would require a red suit. All I want is a beer--[He wraps a thick arm around your shoulders in a buddy-buddy like manner.]-from a good friend. A GOOD FRIEND who still OWES ME from that poker game he lost last WEEK.

Laughter and Destruction: My work here is done.

[defendnhills]

What? The man wasn't like a MASS MURDERING step-father to you?

<3

[pocketsurgeon]

A VHAT?!

[Be careful Solly, Medic looks like he's gonna hit you. Of course... it's Medic so ... Soldier can probably take it. Like a man.]

I'M SORRY HE DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER

[defendnhills]

A MASS MURDERING STEP FATHER. I served my time in the war! I know about "Hitler's Youth"! You were all so far up that bastard's ass I'M SURPRISED YOUR NOSE ISN'T BROWN!

[This is Solly's attempt at teammate humor. Feel free to not take it that way, Medic.]

Why thank you.

[defendnhills]

I THINK YOUR MUN MAY HAVE A SICK SENSE OF HUMOR, MUMBLES.

IT'S HYSTERICAL. RP means never having to say you're sorry.

[pocketsurgeon]

Halt die Schnauze! Sie haben keine Ahnung, was du redest.

[And one gigantic rubbery gloved hand is heading right for those shiny teeth of yours Soldier.]

[freakinblur]

Yep. Yer right. Games suck. Ya don't wanna go to one. Also? Ya have no friends. Might have somethin' ta do with that hygiene problem 'a yers.

[overdosing]

With what, your little schaufel? Are you going to build a tiny little mote and castle around my grave, hm?

He looks away for one second, and this is what he gets.

[sentryslinger]

Damnit, you boys cut that out right now! Stop actin' like children, or so help me I'll turn you over my knee and take a switch to both your hides!

Poor Engie. Having to be the sane one in the group.

[pocketsurgeon]

Er hat angefangen!!

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[defendnhills]

[A slightly raised Shovel in your direction along with a scowl.]

You better stop running that damn mouth of yours or I will close it FOR you, Private.

1. Best Threadjack. 2. I needed to use Google translate XD

[defendnhills]

[Soldier's jaw cracks as the glove makes contact, his helmet slipping back on his head where you can see his eyes for once.]

THE DOC'S GONE CRAZY, ENGIE! [He raises his own thick fist to bring it down on Medic's head--]

<333

[notintehkitchen]

[Her left eye twitches just ever so slightly.]

My name isn't mumbles, it's Pyro. Please do your best to remember that or else I might get angry.

[defendnhills]

[That "little schaufel" is suddenly now dangerously close to your nose] Keep laughing, Skaa-Den-Frood.

Me too. Google Translate is my friend.

[sentryslinger]

[Solly's arm, meet Gunslinger. Engie may not be as physically strong, but robot fingers have a pretty mean grip.]

I don't care who started it. You're both out of your damn minds if you think this is the way to solve anything. Now quit your arguin' and act like the teammates you are! You're makin' us all BLUs look bad!

I'm sorry guys.

[pocketsurgeon]

[Backpeddling from that giant fist, not that he looks like he's backing away from the fight any.]

Vy does zat even matter if ve look bad?

[overdosing]

Ha. Ha.

[feel a tiny little jab against your stomach, BLU? don't worry, it's just an Ubersaw.]

Ha.

"RP means never having to say you're sorry.", remember? This is fun!

[defendnhills]

[Soldier gives an angry grunt as he tries to pull out of that robot grip.]

GAH! LET GO OF ME, MOTHER-HEN!

[defendnhills]

[Almost growls this, leaning closer to you with a nasty smirk on his face.] Always laughing, you and I.

[He quickly pulls back on Shovel to start a swing towards your face.]

I agree!

[sentryslinger]

[Oh no you don't, Soldier. The gauges in his arm show the pressure from his fingers increasing as Soldier fights against his grip. He is not happy.]

It matters because we're a goddang team, and we oughtta act like it, especially with all these REDs around and our bosses and who else might be in this place.

Now you both calm down and stop yelling at each other. And Soldier, you quit with war talk, y'hear me?

[overdosing]

[he matches it with one of his own, savage and excited.] You're just that funny.

[but before he can gut Solly like he intends to, that shovel is coming at his face frighteningly fast so he's forced to put that on hold. he ducks at the last second and plows into the other man, tackling him backwards.]

[sentryslinger]

I'm not sure I'll have enough metal to cover all that, Soldier. You fire a lot of rockets a day, and that's a lot of sentries I'd have to build. I'm a fine craftsman, but I'm no miracle worker.

[defendnhills]

[Leans back, crossing his arms. It's clear his attitude is shifting into "isn't this just so darn cute" territory.]

You trying to spook me, girl?