One fire set [action]

[mr_fahrenheit]

*the Pyro can be found sitting on the porch of his house, lighting matches. He's not really doing much else but lighting them and letting them burn down to his fingertips before putting them out. He doesn't even seem effected by the fact his fingertips are burned. He looks a bit confused*

...This isn't the RED base.

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[whotouchedmygun.livejournal.com]

[And Heavy is walking down the street, further getting accustomed to the place. He doesn't recognize Pyro, of course, not being in the suit. In fact, Heavy has no idea what Pyro looks like beneath the suit.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*he recognizes Heavy, of course. He furrows his brow for a moment, still holding a burning match*

... Heavy?

[whotouchedmygun.livejournal.com]

[And Heavy turns, frowning. He doesn't recognize the man at all, but... he sounds like he knows HIM.]

...Da. Who is askink?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*he's not surprised*

Pyro. Don't recognize me without the suit, right?

[ones-a-job.livejournal.com]

[The Sniper also seems to have the same problem that Heavy had, he won't pay the guy much mind since he didn't recognize him with out the mask-- He will, however, hesitate for a minute since-- well, he didn't recognize him as one of the drones or people stuck in the town either.

Stares at.

Goes back to walking. ]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*he looks up from his last book of matches. Shit, how many of his teammates were here?*

Sniper? That you?

[ones-a-job.livejournal.com]

[ALL THE GOOD ONES!

He stopped in mid-step, quirking a brow.]

"...Mm?" [With that do I fucking know you? look.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[Mia knows that house had only drones the day before. It's one of the newer streets that's being slowly populated.]

You must be new in town.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*he nods, regarding Mia with a bit of suspicion*

...Yeah.

way to enable :P

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

How are you finding it?

[blewitup.livejournal.com]

[Demo's walking down the newest street that's appeared in the town, scanning inhabitants, registerring possible points to set mines, looking for targets to try his newest batch of home-made chemical bombs. He pauses as he sees the man on the porch. He's not a drone, he can tell that much...but something else seems familiar about him...]

...Ah'll be...Pyro, issat yeh?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*he stares at Demo for a bit, wondering how on earth someone managed to recognize him. Not that he cared at the moment*

... How the hell did you figure that out?

[blewitup.livejournal.com]

Ahh-hahaha! Ah knew it woz yeh! No wondah yeh wear tha' mask, wit a face like that. Nah, Ah'm jes kiddin!

The ways I saws it, yer body type an movements are predictable. Plus yeh got tha' look in yer eyes like yeh jes wanna burn stoof. People tell me Ah'm the same way wit 'splodies. An after all th' times it's been you guardin one entrance, me coverin th' other, th' two of us against them BLUs, yeh think Ah cannae recognise me own teammates?

[dispenserplz.livejournal.com]

[spots him from some ways away and approaches. he doesn't recognize Pyro, no, but the fact that someone's just sitting there playing with matches intrigues him.]

The hell ya doin', pal?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

What I usually do, Scout.

*now he's running out of matches and looks for another source of fire to entertain himself*

[dispenserplz.livejournal.com]

...

Pyro!?

[kol-shevik.livejournal.com]

нет, Russia's house is on Mitchell Road!

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...

*he just kind of stares*

Not that kind of red.

[kol-shevik.livejournal.com]

Why not, comrade? Is best kind.

[1dashingrogue.livejournal.com]

[Spy's not the only one who spots Pyro and can't recognize his own teammate. However, he gets a sudden chill down his spine, a feeling that reminds him of all those times the BLU Pyro chased after him. Don't worry, Pyro, he knows the feeling of not having a mask.]

...

((ooc: I'm still on semi-hiatus, but I can't help not posting. XD))

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...

*he doesn't recognize his teammate, either, but he gets a weird feeling looking at him*

...Do I know you?

[1dashingrogue.livejournal.com]

...

[Well, isn't this strange. Spy given Pyro a quizzical look, confused by this 'familiar' person.]

...Zat depends. Unless you're from my world, then I think not. I haven't seen you around here before though.

[discoinfernorz.livejournal.com]

[...because this meeting had to happen eventually, have a tiny hippie peering over at you in a mildly amused fashion.

most humans react with an 'ouch' at the very least when their fingertips are being roasted. you sir, are an anomaly.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*he looks up, his fingertips now quite burned*

...Can I help you?

[discoinfernorz.livejournal.com]

[pointing to said burnt fingertips]

Doesn't that hurt?