Uhm... yeah...
Baldur's Gate ate my soul.
I wrote some fanfic for it. I put it on my DA. I dunno if I'll put it up here.
Also I've been watching old Sonic cartoons. Yeah, from the 90s. I don't even know. Apparently Charlett's a furry now I guess I don't even know anymore.
Also this has been ready for like a month but I was unhappy with it. I'm still unhappy with it, but I just wanted to give you guys a heads up. I dunno, I may not be updating HERE, per se. I've gotten backlogs of another TF2 story starring Spy and Scout, and some FFIX stuff.
Final Fantasy 9.
Someone, shoot me now, please.
Or you could just READ ON!
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BLU's Scout shook his hair out after his shower. The whole day was just so dumb; he just wanted to find Spy, ask her the questions, and maybe have sex with her if she wasn't out to kill them all. He wandered from his base and walked across the bridge, watching for anything that might be set up as a trap to slaughter him. He found something he wasn't expecting.
RED's Scout was sitting on the side of the bridge, looking into the sewage moat with a mournful sigh. The young man blinked at her, and took a step forward. She didn't bother to look up, but she knew there was someone behind her. "I wish the water wasn't so mucky. I love to swim."
"Yeah, not much you can do in there, huh?" The female scout looked up at the male scout as he joined her. He leaned on the railing that the young woman was sitting on and stared at the water. "You wouldn't want to go there anyway. There's monsters down there."
The female scout didn't quite seem to believe him. "Monsters. Right."
"It's true!" Scout insisted. "There's these like ugly squid headed people and these guys that dress up like Spy and they have tentacles. Freaking gross as hell. No one goes in the sewers much these days."
"I feel a little bad for our Pyro then…" the woman said. Her new friend blinked at her and she turned to him. "Our Pyro's been down there for a few days. Although if you say that the monsters dress up like Spy, he (uhm, I mean she) can take care of his (I mean her) self."
"I guess." The two settled into a slightly awkward silence, but the young man didn't want to leave it that way. He looked up and smiled at the young woman. "So how about a race?"
The woman blinked at him. "A race?"
"Yeah," the male winked at her cockily. "Or are you afraid I'll beat you?"
The other person giggled aloud. "You probably would," she admitted.
The male scout smirked. "Oh yeah? We'll I'm sure I could beat you with one- wait what?"
"You probably would." She said again, lifting her legs up so she could turn around and hop onto the bridge. "I mean, I haven't had much chance to run in a while, and I bet you've been running everywhere."
"What kind of Scout doesn't run wherever he (or she, I guess) goes?"
The woman blinked and looked away, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. "Running is unladylike…" she muttered lowly.
BLU's Scout placed his hands on his hips and studied her light frame, wondering how she ever ended up on the battlefield anyway. "Hate to break it to you, but shooting people on a battlefield isn't real ladylike either."
The tinier scout rubbed her arms and frowned. "I guess you're right…" she said lightly, wearing a soft smile.
"So come on, loosen up! Let's have a race!" The young man bounced up and down, warming up for the coming race. "Come on come on; let's race to the intelligence room!"
"Which one?"
"I dunno, yours!"
"Lady Sniper would be unhappy if we were caught down there."
The male scout smirked devilishly. "That's what makes it so much fun! We'll be down there and gone before she even notices! Nothin' like a little danger to get the adrenaline punching. Let's do it come on come on come on!"
The female scout giggled at his exuberance. The more he thought about it, the happier he looked. She really would feel bad if she said no to him now… "I guess we could try- hey…!"
She cried out in horror as he pushed on her back, leading her to RED's base. "Let's go let's go let's go! Imma freakin' blur here, see ya!" And with that, he was off. He waved at BLU's Pyro as the creature returned from his/her hunting with Sniper. "Hey Pyro! Say 'hi' to Sniper for me! Hurry up, other Scout! Imma leave you in the freakin' dust!"
"Wait up, you've got a head start! Cheater!" and the RED woman was soon following after him. "Come back, you gotta be at the same starting place, otherwise it's not a race!"
"All's fair in love and war, toots!"
"You're a mean, horrible cheater!"
BLU's Pyro watched as the children rushed into the base, yelling at each other all the way. The creature cocked his/her head, and then shook it with a sigh. Why ask him/her to say "hi" to Sniper when they were heading to where he was at that very moment, anyway?
Sometimes, s/he found it so hard to understand kids…
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BLU's Scout eventually stopped shouting when he remembered that they were racing to a place that was supposed to be TOP SECRET and decided to be a little more discreet. At least, as discreet as a guy running in cleats could be.
He skidded along the floor, ruining the tile, as he rushed to the basement hallway that led to the intelligence. He hardly noticed that he ran past an open door, and he skid to a halt. A winner was him! He pumped his arms in the air. "Wooo! Totally beat that chick out- hey what are you doing here?"
BLU's Sniper looked up from his seat on the desk that housed the RED intelligence. "Oh, g'day, Scout."
"What are you doing here, reading their intel? Why?"
Sniper shrugged as he looked over the papers, his face set in stone. "We gotta truce, right? Ain't nothin' wrong with readin' their top secret junk if they're lettin' us inta their base, right?"
Scout frowned. It sounded good on paper, but he really wondered if it was alright. "Well, I guess, but really."
The two were interrupted when they heard huffing and puffing. RED's Scout gasped for precious oxygen as she stumbled into the intelligence room. "No… fair… cheater…"
"Man, you're tired out from that little bit of running? What are you, Sniper?" The Bostonian turned to the Australian. "No offense."
"Meh," Sniper replied, scanning the papers.
"W-w-what is he doing?" the young woman asked. She stared at the man as he read through their secrets, and she rushed forward. "What are you… what are you doing!?"
"Calm down, sheila," Sniper said as he pulled the papers away from her long, grasping arms, "I ain't done anythin' yet. Don't worry 'bout it."
"You're not supposed to read those!" the woman cried, her voice rising to new pitches with each sentence, "You're not supposed to! Put them down!"
"What, is there summin' in here you don't want us to see?" he asked, a smile on his face.
"Come on, Sniper, they didn't read through our stuff," the male scout said, "Just give her the papers and let's go before their leader finds us down here and calls the entire truce off."
The young woman was shoving against the man in a feeble attempt to get at the papers. "Give them back or I'll-!" she stopped when the Australian pulled out his kukri and pointed it dangerously at her gut.
"Or you'll what…?" he said lowly as he eased off of the desk, forcing the young woman back as he did so.
BLU's Scout gave a holler and took a step forward. "Hey, hey, Sniper! The hell are you doing?"
"What we shoulda done from the beginnin'." He lifted the papers that he was reading, offering them for the Scout to peruse. The Australian's face turned cold as ice as it became apparent that Scout was not moving. The two simply glared at each other, and finally Sniper attempted to explain himself, "Listen Mate, the sheilas aren't here for anythin' but our deaths."
"What are you talking about?" the female scout asked.
"Don't play dumb with me, sheila." He tossed the clipped bundle of papers at BLU's Scout, who caught them and tried to skim through the jargon that was written on them. "Your battalion's here to try and take us down; it's the whole reason you're here."
"I don't…" BLU's Scout stared at the papers, still not sure if what was written there was what BLU's Sniper had said. "I don't… understand." Of course, the young man was lying to himself. The spy he had met with was a pretty poor one; he had his suspicions from the beginning. He just really didn't want to believe that such a nice Scout and such a good kisser were…
Oh wait; he watched enough James Bond movies to understand the latter… but it wasn't like he liked it at all!
"I don't know… I don't know what you mean…" the young woman turned around to look at her new friend. Her eyes pled with him, begging him to believe her. BLU's Scout looked down at the papers, and looked back up.
"Sniper, I don't think she knows what's in here."
The Australian frowned at Scout. If there was any a time he shouldn't have been thinking with his second brain, it was now. "Oh, come on, Scout."
"No really! She's not much of a scout. She's really new! I don't think she really knows what's going on. Come on, Sniper, you don't have to kill anyone right now."
"No…" a sultry voice murmured lightly. Something grasped at the Australian from behind, and the female scout retreated with a cry. Scout whipped up his pistol as a red outline appeared, and the female spy smiled at her prey. "No, that's my job right now, I would say…"
"Spy…!" RED's Scout whined.
"Oh, do be quiet," Spy snapped, trying to find a way to keep the taller, growling man from overpowering her. "Go find Lady Sniper and tell her what's happened. It seems this charade is over. I'm glad I was able to make it here to check this room out before my next mission. Something could have happened that would throw the entire plan into jeopardy."
The young scout was nearly gone, but she stopped when she heard her friend speak. "Come on, Other Scout! You can't honestly sell us out! After I saved you and everything?"
"It's too bad your Scout isn't much a sniper, isn't that so?" the spy whispered up at her captive. "Now now, do I cut you now and risk getting shot, or do I hold you until my team comes to tear you two apart? Scout, what are you waiting for? GO."
"But I…" The young woman turned to her friend, and she shivered lightly. "I'm so sorry, Other Scout…!" She turned around and rushed from the room. Sniper groaned lightly and waited to die.
Dammit dammit dammit! BLU's Scout tried not to curse aloud. This wasn't looking good. He shouldn't have trusted her he shouldn't have trusted her he shouldn't have trusted her! "Dammit, after all that time; I really wanted to get to know you better, too!"
"We can, Mon Petit~" the woman smiled from behind her balaclava. "Maybe if you give up now and surrender, Lady Sniper won't use you as target practice, oui?"
Sniper groaned at the woman. "Just shoot the sheila, Scout. She's buggin' the hell outta me."
BLU's Scout frowned and RED's Spy hissed. "But what if I hit you?"
"Then I die. Either way, it'll keep me from listening to her god awful language."
"That does it. Mon Petit, put the gun down this instant, or I'll spray his blood all over you. That'll turn you red enough, don't you agree?"
Sniper shut his eyes when Scout fired. RED's Spy dropped backwards and she landed on the floor, a bullet straight through her forehead. Sniper turned lightly, inspected the body, and smiled at his teammate's work. "Ya see? All yer practicin' paid off."
"Oh god I just killed the lady I was trying to have sex with…" Scout groaned.
"Eh, you'll find someone who isn't trying to kill you or your friends," Sniper said, moving to collect the intelligence papers, "You go find that sheila and stop her from relayin' her message, a'ight?"
"Don't you CARE? God she was so hot and you don't even…!"
"I got better things ta worry 'bout, Mate," he said for the seventeenth time that week.
"Oh my god," Scout said, leaping before he looked, "You don't like girls!"
"I fail to see how this is going to catch that lil' sheila! Go on, Scout, I'll take the intelligence back ta our base."
Scout looked at Sniper, opened his mouth, closed it, and turned away. Sniper was right. There were other, more important things to worry about. But now the Bostonian didn't think he could look at the Australian the same way again… He rushed off, leaving Sniper to grab the papers and stuff them back into the case. The Australian shouldered the intelligence, steeled himself for the run that would definitely tire him out, and jogged from the room.
He just wondered if he was even going to get back to base without getting himself blown apart…
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Oh yeahhhh, the plot thickens immensely. What you guys didn't immediately figure out, I finally reveal.
Have fun choosing a side. Hohoho!