Thirty-one Fires Set

[mr_fahrenheit]

...He's gone for real this time. Not really gone, but that's not the Medic I know....This makes twice now.

What can you do, though? Nothing...I'm stuck here like everyone else. Just leave me alone for a few days.

*If anyone's feeling particularly adventurous, Pyro's on his porch, playing with a lighter. Nothing's being set on fire, surprisingly, but approach with caution.*

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Placeholder til I know traumatic hand incident outcome.

[thenorthernwall]

[She won't assume she's an exception.]

Does that include me?

I shouldn't be laughing so hard

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*There's a pause before he answers.*

...No.

WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ALL???

[thenorthernwall]

Then let me know when or if you want company.

...or, if you keep this up too long, I'll just show up at your door.

"TRAUMATIC HAND INCIDENT" IS REALLY FUNNY IN MY MIND

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Your choice.

[lustfulqueen.livejournal.com]

*Pyro? Looks like your 'wife' did notice your frustration, setting down a cookie sheet next to you on the porch. No, she didn't break the rule about Pyro doing the cooking, but she's taken various bits of paper and made some essentially pointless shapes out of them. Rather obviously just something to burn, really. She walks back inside without even a single word after setting the tray down.*

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He barely acknowledges Myey's presence with a slight lift of his head.

...

He then starts to burn the little shapes one by one, blowing the ashes out of his hand when there's nothing but dust left.*

[never-any-doubt.livejournal.com]

[Spy hasn't yet learned of Medic being droned, since he was never particularly close to the man -- or any of his teammates, for that matter.]

Zhey droned him? What had he done?

[He still operates under the assumption that droning is only a punishment.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...I don't think he did anything this time. I mean, he's gone...Not coming back.

[never-any-doubt.livejournal.com]

Ah. Eet is permanent.

[Spy is silent for a few moments. Eventually, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it because there's nothing better to do.]

How unfortunate. I have a feeling we will need a Medic.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Mm.

*That's the only response he offers, fishing for a cigarette himself.*

...Can I bum one of those?

[bloodon-myknife.livejournal.com]

[He'd come to visit, not in much of a good mood either. His gun over his shoulder and Jarate on hand just in case.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro offers a vague smile, then goes back to his lighter.*

What do you want?

[bloodon-myknife.livejournal.com]

I wanted to pick your mind, and not with a bullet this time.

[No smiles right now.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

What do you want to know?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

... Tch. And they've still got theirs...

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...fuck this place.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

You said it.

[rogue-pineapple.livejournal.com]

[walks by, still in bloody clothes]

Could I borrow that for a moment?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He seems unfazed and looks up, obviously uninterested.*

No.

[dragon-empath.livejournal.com]

[Just on a stroll through town, don't mind him. Now that looks like the man who helped him set his house on fire that last tax day.]

[Lance pauses to watch him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for the other shoe to fall. What, no fire?]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Just a lighter in one hand, mindlessly flicking it on and off. He looks at Lance and recognizes him, just barely.*

[dragon-empath.livejournal.com]

[Hnh. Boring. He wanders up the driveway without permission.]

Run out of fuel?

Phone

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Not even bothering to hide his surprise because 1) this is Pyrbro and 2) they did WHAT to the Medic?)

What do you mean the Doc's gone?

Phone

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

He's gone...Droned. Permanently.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Having seen what it actually entails to be droned, the Sniper doesn't like the sound of that one bit.)

How? Why?