Pit-Trap: I do not own these characters, TF2, etc.
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B is for boom.
Boom!
Demoman smirked. How he loved that sound.
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B is for blood.
Medic, out of all the BLUs, was the most used to blood. He saw it practically everyday, after all. Even before he joined the BLU team, he saw it almost everyday. No, it never bothered him. Not as it covered his gloves, his coat, his face, everywhere. It only bothered him when his many doves decided to take a bath in the substances and then fly all over his infirmary. What a mess it was!
Blood never really bothered Soldier either. He, like the Medic, dealt with it everyday, before and after he joined BLU. He grinned whenever he saw blood, knowing it was spewing from his enemies and not his own body. He would frown when it came from his teammates instead of his enemies, though. Blood bothered him a bit more when it came from his teammates.
Heavy had no problems with blood. It came from the body and was, well, necessary for survival. As long as he had enough of it to survive, he had no qualms with the red substance.
Demoman could care less about blood. Depending on what he was blowing up, blood could be there or not. When he blew up a sentry or dispenser, there was no blood. That didn't bother him. When he blew up a person, there was blood. It would spatter about, accompanied by chunks of flesh. That didn't particularly bother him either. Most of the time he was too drunk to notice blood.
Scout wasn't too fond of blood at first. The first time his bat was covered in the substance, he cringed. Had he really done that? Yes, he had. And he had to do it again and again. But seeing all that blood couldn't bother Scout. It was supposed to be normal to see it. Scout now had to simply ignore blood. He had to use his bat, after all. Still, he'd rather hit baseball than heads (not that he'd ever tell his teammates).
Pyro was lucky if he ever saw blood. Flesh wounds don't tend to appear when you light someone on fire. Pyro preferred lighting people on fire than to giving flesh wounds. It was a much prettier death. Sometimes, though, he would set someone on fire and then slash at them with his axe. Best of both worlds, right?
Spy tried to be indifferent about blood. It would always be in his line of work. But it was hard to like or ignore it when it got on his suit. That and it smelled. Not bad, but not pleasant either. He tried to finish the job with as little blood being spilled. Now don't be mistaken; he will spill blood if need be. A quick stab to the back or a single shot from on of his guns was just what he preferred. Less blood and less of a mess.
Sniper had something in common with Spy after all. He thought blood was messy. He was fine with getting down and dirty, but blood was extra messy. That was always the worst part whenever he killed an animal in the outback. Having to drain of it of all that blood and then skinning it… Messy, indeed. Not that Sniper truly cared. If the job needed to be done, the job needed to be done. And he was always professional about it. At least with people he killed he didn't need to worry about getting any blood on his hands or anywhere else. They were too far away for that.
Engineer, out of all the BLUs, was probably the most uncomfortable with blood. The sight of it made him uneasy, especially when it came from one of his teammates. That was a practical problem he couldn't fix. He also just didn't like blood on his hands, metaphorically and literally. That's why he always left the killing to his sentries.
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B is for balaclava.
"You all want to see what is under my balaclava?" Spy asked.
There was a variety of nodding heads and shouts of agreement from the rest of the BLUs. All were curious as to what was beneath Spy's mask.
Spy blinked. "You could 'ave just asked," he said after a moment.
"Really?" Engineer looked a bit surprised. "You'll show us? Jus' like that?"
"But of course."
"I figured he wouldn't show us," Scout frowned.
"Well eet's really no big deal," Spy said, moving his fingers to start slipping off his balaclava. "Underneath my balaclava is…"
The BLU team leaned forward.
Spy pulled off his balaclava to reveal… "Another balaclava!"
The entire BLU groaned while Spy just laughed.
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B if for BLU.
Builders League United, or BLU as it was usually abbreviated, was full of a number of unique mercenaries.
There was Engineer. One rarely saw his bright blue eyes behind his goggles. Same with his bald head that was usually under his yellow hardhat. He was one of the shorter members of BLU, but probably the second strongest. Carrying dispensers and sentries around in the heat of battle really gave him muscles. In the heat of battle was usually the only time he used them. Engineer is pretty laid-back. He's easy to talk to and always happy to. If his teammates had a problem, he'd try to help them fix it. He was pretty good at fixing problems, especially practical ones. Engineer's usually a calm guy and real good to have in desperate situations. Overall, he was a real great guy to have on the BLU team. His name is Dell Conagher.
There was Sniper. He has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match, but they were usually hidden behind his aviator glasses. He's tall and lanky. He's a bit of a loner, but that didn't mean he didn't like his teammates. He'd watch his teammates' backs. He'd then kill whoever threatened his teammates from afar. But Sniper didn't worry if the fight came a little closer to home. That's what his kukri was for and he knew very well how to use it. Sniper was also a lot more knowledgeable than his teammates gave him credit for. Spending time in the Australian Outback meant he knew a lot about nature and animals. Secretly, he loved both of those things. He's a helpful guy to have in BLU. His name is Wesley Blake.
There was Spy. He has deep blue eyes. Occasionally his black eyebrows would peak from beneath his balaclava, so one could only guess his hair color was a dark shade to match. He was surprisingly good-natured for a spy. Spy enjoys teasing his teammates and having a good time, but still takes his work very seriously. And Spy was very good at what he did. The number of tricks he could do with a knife was astounding. He appears to enjoy his cloaking device, the Invis Watch, a little too much sometimes. He enjoys nothing more than a game of cards, good music, and dancing. Few people outside of BLU know his real name. Only one of his teammates knows his real name and even they rarely use it.
There was Pryo. None of his teammates knew his hair color or eye color. He was pretty good about keeping his gas mask and suit on. Pyro, of course, loved nothing more than fire. And during battle, he was very good attacking with it. He didn't really pity his victims when they burned to death. He thought their death was pretty. To him, fire was beauty. One might think Pyro was slightly insane, had a minor case of serious brain damage, or just flat out terrifying, but not so. He was actually a really friendly fellow, maybe a bit on the shy side when you'd first talk with him. Pyro is fiercely loyal to his fellow BLU. The flames he spread during battle were a welcomed sense of security to his teammates. They knew when he was around, you had a good teammate, a great BLU, and a loyal friend. However, none of his teammates knew his real name, but they were okay with that.
There was Scout. He is (much to his dismay) the youngest and shortest of the BLUs. They say eyes are windows to the soul, and Scout's green eyes tended to be just that. One glance at his face, his eyes, and his expression, and you could read him like a book. Of course if he didn't like you doing that, he would give you a good whack with his bat or a swift kick (running all the time gave him exceptionally strong legs). Intelligence is never safe when he's around, but he tends to get into trouble before and after he nabs it. He tries to look before he leaps and is always ready to put his two cents in. He's not only fast, but flexible as well. Scout knows quite a few dance moves and plays an instrument (not that he'll ever let his teammates know, let alone that he likes doing both of those things). Despite what his teammates might say, he's not nearly as annoying as he could be. His name is Oliver Cromwell.
There was Demoman. His eye was a light brown. He lost the other one in an accident involving a bar, toothpicks, and some very angry tourists. Don't look at it as a disability, though. He's more than capable of blowing you off your feet with explosives (or your feet off of you). And he loves nothing more than that. Messing with explosives, that is. He's also a fan of golfing (though he's not very good at it) and booze (if drinking was a sport, he'd be a pro). If one meets him when he's sober, they'll find he's a pretty likeable guy with tons of interesting stories to tell (though ninety-five percent of them probably aren't true). Most of those stories probably include mythical creatures in them, seeing as he enjoys everything about them. He can draw fairly well, but the multiple explosives he uses are much more helpful to BLU and his teammates. His name is Bowie Munro.
There was Heavy. His blue eyes and bald head weren't usually the first thing one would notice about him. Most would first take note of his rather large size. With his size and muscles he was more than qualified to carry his Minigun he dubbed Sascha. Then again, he was probably the only one on the team able to lift it (and it's not like he would allow anyone else to touch his gun). He was a force to be reckoned with in battle. Outside of battle, though, he's a bit quieter. Though Heavy says little, his words often mean a lot. His English is pretty good, but common expressions confuse him. He enjoys reading in his spare time, but using Sascha is a bit more useful to BLU. His name is Feliks Novosi.
There was Soldier. He always made sure his dirty blonde hair was cut in a buzz cut. His blue eyes were usually glaring. He wasn't as large as Heavy, but certainly another force to be reckoned with. That man could do some pretty crazy tricks with a rocket launcher and he very much enjoyed using it (as well as a number of other weapons, too). War isn't a very pretty thing, but it fascinates Soldier. He enjoys reading and learning about war. Despite his America-is-better-than-any-other-country attitude, he enjoys history (mostly American, but the country is only so old. He had to read about some other countries eventually). Soldier's a little hard to talk to at times, but his teammates know, deep down, that he's the best, loyalist soldier and teammate they could have. BLU wouldn't ever be able to find another like him. His name is Jane Doe.
There was Medic. He has black hair and sharp green eyes hidden behind his glasses. He might just be the oldest one the team, but he'd never tell. His main job was to heal, but he didn't mind hurting if he had to. It was just as fun. Still, he's a rather serious guy. It takes quite a bit to get him to laugh. He also gets annoyed easily (more so via his own teammates than the REDs). But still, teammates are teammates and despite how much he'll chastise or yell at them, his fellow BLU know they he'll be there for them. Medic owns a few doves and is the second-best cook out of his fellow BLUs. There's no doubt he's better with healing, though. His name is Marko Meyer.
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B is for baseball.
Medic jumped at the sound of one of the infirmary's windows shattering into a thousand pieces. All his doves scattered with frightened chirps, flying in frantic circles around the infirmary. Their panic in turn caused all the papers on his desk to tumble to the floor. After his doves finally settled down, Medic could only gape at all the feathers, papers, and tiny pieces of glass on the ground. Then he saw the baseball on the ground a few feet away from the window. Medic's gaping face turned into a scowl.
"SCOUT!"
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A/N: Paragraphs. Paragraphs everywhere.
Alright, so I figured I'd write a little bit about how I saw each BLU, their personalities, and other little bits of info about them. I decided to actually give them some names, too. In all honesty, I Googled a few and made up some off the top of my head. I won't even use the names much, if at all. Probably not at all. Except maybe Spy's and Medic's. Their names might pop up later.
I know few of you probably care, but I wanna say why I prefer BLU team over RED. I like BLU more than RED simply because the people who introduced me to TF2 favored BLU. In all honesty, at first I didn't like BLU. 'Cause it was misspelled of all things. But my sister and cousin (the ones who got me into TF2) changed my opinion. Basically, I just like BLU because they do.
What about you guys? What's your favorite team: RED or BLU? Why do you like that team more? Color preference? Spelling issues? Tell me in a review!
