BLU Magician
Disclaimer: I don't own TF2 or Persona
"CHIDORI!"
With a loud gasp, Scout jolted upright in his bed. He put a hand on his chest, breathing heavily.
"Damnit," he swore. "Every year, it's the same damn thing." He glanced at the calendar on the wall.
I dream about her on the day of her death, he thought. The day she gave her life to save mine. That's why I joined BLU in the first place. To forget about all the crap I've been through. Sure, it was fun fighting Shadows and playin' hero, but...
"Oi, Scout!" came Sniper's yell from the other side of the door.
"Yeah?"
"You alroight?"
"Uh, yeah. Just a bad dream."
"Well, we need yor help wit' somethin'. We got these...well, Oi think they're guns, but there's no place for the bullets. An' the letta attached said not ta worry about givin' you one, for some reason."
Scout's eyes went wide. Could it really be happening again? Were the Shadows here too?
"Just a sec, man."
Taking a moment to retrieve a gun-like device from a hidden pocket of his bag, Junpei Iori headed toward the kitchen.