Thirty-two Fires Set [In Soviet Mayfield, factory builds you!]

[mr_fahrenheit]

*Pyro has been assigned as an architect. Pyro has no idea what to do about this. Building things is the Engineer's job, not his.*

Okay. Quick question: who knows how to build things? Because I sure as hell don't. And, uh...is anyone else missing their gear?

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ooc

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

She wouldn't know about the Engineer.

Re-tried due to forgetting what Myey wouldn't know

[lustfulqueen.livejournal.com]

We all lost all our stuff, near as I can tell. Even my attractive aura won't flip on.

Looks like the town's theme has gone all reverse - to the exact thing that the town ordinarily seems to fear.

As for the building issue... Not a clue, sorry.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Huh. Weird.

[lustfulqueen.livejournal.com]

After Westport, this seems oddly short on the weirdness. There's some logical sense to going to the reverse of Mayfield...

... Though how I got assigned a ludicrously cushy job while you got something you're completely not suited to, I cannot figure out.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

... I can't even begin to tell you how much I don't care. I'm never going to like you or be nice to you, you know that, right?

[lustfulqueen.livejournal.com]

I was only observing aloud, that is all. Whether or not you care, like me, or anything of the sort, I could honestly not give a damn about.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Then leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to hear it.

Uh SO I THINK THEY LIVE IN THE SAME HOUSE so I assume they would know each other?

[slavedriversis.livejournal.com]

[Hello, Not Dad. Have a crying Pirika.]

These clothes are ugly!!!! I want to go home!

Yes!

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...

*Most indifferent look ever.*

Yeah. That's too bad.

[thenorthernwall]

I know a little about design. I'll tell you what I know if you'll tell me what you know about beets. Specifically, beet salad.

Yes, things seem to have changed. We'll see what happens.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Beet salad? Um, alright. Sounds like a fair trade.

[thenorthernwall]

I've done some architectural plans and copied a few, just out of boredom. I lived in a giant wall, after all.

Did you want to come over?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'd like that very much.

[thenorthernwall]

Then, come on over. ...For the glory of the party.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Yes. God, for once being on RED feels appropriate...

[thenorthernwall]

[Now. She knows Russia... And she follows the America thing.

SHE IS LAUGHING WAY TOO HARD TO BREATHE AND MUST HANG UP, COMRADE.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Welp, Pyro shows up on her doorstep, still grinning. He must have had a good laugh, too.*

[thenorthernwall]

[All sly smiles once she sees who it is.] Welcome, Comrade!

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He looks relieved to see a familiar face in a now unfamiliar town.*

I think Heavy would be happy if he were here now.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

My rifle and blades are gone...I wonder if it is permanent, or merely until things return to normal?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...It had better not be permanent.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

Why? What have you lost, my friend?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I'm not your friend, but...My fireproof suit, flamethrower, shotgun, and flare gun. And a weird hat, but that's not important.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

I say that to everyone. Try not to take offense.

Quite a lot of equipment, however. I can see why you'd be angry.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Offense? Nah, not really. More like...correcting you.

A lot of equipment I don't like being without.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

A rather pessimistic correction. I could be your friend, after all.

All the same, I truly doubt anyone who has lost equipment is happy to have it gone. Whatever it is these new developments may bring, I would much rather face them with a weapon in my hands.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I don't need friends.

...I can make due. There's bound to be an axe around here somewhere.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

Neither do I, but they can still be nice to have.

All I need is any sort of decent blade, so I suppose I have the advantage on you there.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Okay, let me rephrase: I have enough friends.

A fire axe is all I need.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

Enough for what, exactly?

...you mean an axe that's on fire? [Zevran doesn't come from a world where axes for use in fire situations are a common thing, but said world does have axes and magical enchantments that put flames on weapons. So, yes, he does in fact think Pyro means an axe that is on fire, and this question is not particularly sarcastic or dubious at all.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Enough for getting what I need done.

...No, but I do have an axe that hurts more when people are on fire.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

And what is it you need done? [Olivier will testify, Pyro, getting rid of an inquisitive Zevran is not easy.]

...wouldn't anything hurt more when your targets are already on fire? Injury to more injury?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

None of your goddamn business.

Well...Yeah, but it's hard to explain.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

Quite defensive, aren't you? [Zevran sounds more amused than put off.] Do you have some pressing reason to be so secretive, or is it merely personal preference?

I suppose I will have to take your word for it. I prefer to simply kill people, so questions of how much something may or may not hurt them are immaterial; ideally, they should not have time to feel anything.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Quit asking.

I like burning people to death.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

You know, for a man who seems to value his privacy, you have a unique talent for making people curious enough to want to pester you.

A rather specific method of murder. Why the preference?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I don't try to.

I like fire.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

I gathered. Why would you? But perhaps you should work on it.

[Somehow, Zevran saw this coming.] And burning people with it, I suppose. [Yes, he is finally starting to get bored.] Have you done much of that here?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Sorry, mate, all I know about buildings is that they're not supposed to fall in on themselves, unless we're called in to blow it to smithereens.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. I can't guarantee they won't do that, though.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Four walls and a ceiling can't be that hard, right?

If you need any help, I can at least do some heavy lifting.