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Meet the Pyro meet the Medic for some cotton candy and magical mishaps

Medic looked up at the big structures of the amusement park apparently called Awesome World. What good does having something like this around on a space ship anyway? What with the whole 'take out those big bad aliens that go around destroying places'-thing? Was an amusement park of any use for such a task?

No. It wasn't.

And yet, there it was. Taking up space. Being useless.

Rolling his eyes, Medic turned away to check for the Pyromaniac. Agreeing with his teammate's absurd story wasn't easy, but in order to keep himself from coming up with one weird theory after another, Medic had decided to just go with it until something actually more coherent popped up. So, yes. He totally was on a living space ship right now that would hit him on the head with its tentacles the very moment he dared to aim his weapons at any of those morons around. And he hated it. He really, really hated it! When was the last time he cut apart something that wasn't just a mere holographic projection? When? When?!

Producing an unhappy sound, the German simply sat down in the ground and resumed his waiting while staring at the ground in front of him.

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Pyro had been meaning to check out Awesome World, he just hadn't found the time. But today he was going to!...with Medic, the patron saint of sticks in the mud. Well, he supposed it could be worse. He wasn't quite sure how exactly, just that it could.

Needless to say, he was hoping his teammate was in a better mood than when he last saw him.

"MEDIC!" He called, semi-jokingly, as he approached, and offered a wave. "So, uh. How are... things?"

The other RED flinched slightly at the sound of his name and supressed shuddering at the way too familiar tingling creeping up his neck. He swore to himself that he would severly hurt the Pyromaniac if he even considered making a habit out of greeting Medic that way. Outlashing tentacles or not!

He still picked himself up from the ground when the Pyro came closer, took a quick look around and dusted himself off before settling his attention on his colleague. Medic's face remained the same, but he did roll his eyes a little at the question "Vell, ve are still hier, are ve not?" he wasn't as upset anymore as he had been the last time at least.

If he kept getting a reaction like that, Pyro would seriously consider risking injury for it.

"At least we're not dead, yet! That's a plus! So what's all this about me being right?" He didn't mean it in a 'I told you so' way, he was honestly curious as to whether or not Medic had a change of heart. "Wait, you found the holodeck, didn't you?"

Medic shrugged and rubbed at some invisible dirt on the back of his gloved hand "I found several zhings hier. Including zhose holographic chambers." he wasn't too keen on going into detail with this. Letting Pyro know about his little meeting with one of Stacy's tentacles probably wasn't the best idea.

"Sometimes it just is healzhier to... Vell. Go vizh zhe flov, as zhey say." the man added and stopped fingering his glove, but kept his eyes on it "No explanation truly makes sense. But going along vizh zhe one zhing everyone seems so villing to accept so easily seems like a sane decision considering zhe circumstances."

Medic looked up at Pyro once more and added a second shrug. He may still not be entirely convinced, but when had he ever been one to simply take everything for granted without questioning? Some scientist he would be. The German gestured vaguely down the way and turned, a quiet invitation for a walk, because standing there on the same spot made him nervous.

"Just tell me, vhat do you do in order to occupy yourself hier...?"

"Yeah, see? Sometimes you just have to kick back and roll with it, you know?" It always worked for Pyro. "And hey, if this all turns out to be a crock, you're more than welcome to throw that in my face!"

Just so long as he didn't throw a bonesaw in his face as well. Oh, were they going into the park now? Yyyeeeesss. He was secretly hoping they would find a roller coaster. It'd been years since he'd been on any amusement park rides.

"Me? I got a job in the Engineering department. They let me build flamethrowers!" Pyro said proudly. "I'm workin' on one with a stronger airblast right now. It's gonna be real cool."

Oh, he would keep that invitation in mind. But Medic had many other unpleasant things besides bonesaws that he could throw at the Pyro if he really wanted to. Though, yes. Their path would lead them directly into that park. Medic was kind of curious about this, mostly because it just didn't make any sense at all.

"Engineering?" he asked as they walked, pulling up an eyebrow. The idea seemed a bit off, even if Pyros and Engineers did work quite well together. But usually the Pyro wouldn't do the Engineer's job "How did you end up zhere, und vhat do zhey need flamezhrovers for hier anyvay?"

Pyro's decision may seem odd, but Medic could kind of understand the other RED. He himself knew there was a med bay on the ship, but so far he had been avoiding it like he would avoid the plague. It was too obvious. And it wasn't the same. Not doing anything at all, though, was sure to drive him mad sooner or later. Presumably sooner.

"Have you been reading those messages on the communicator doohickeys?" Pyro asked. "The department head-types always recruit whenever a bunch of new people show up. The engineers invite anybody with any kind of mechanical know-how, and since Stacy wouldn't let me have my flamethrowers, I thought, what the hell? I'll make some more on my own time. And they didn't really have anybody who had experience with incendiary weaponry, so it was win-win."

The Pyro paused as an odd little thing (http://megaman.wikia.com/wiki/Met_%28Classic_series%29) decided to cross his path at that moment. "Whoa. There are robots here! What was I saying? Oh yeah. And like I said, the bug aliens light up real good when you set 'em on fire."

"Messages?" Medic asked, raising one eyebrow ever so slightly. No. So far he hadn't been paying attention to any messages. And even if he would have paid them any attention, they probably only would have bored him. Greatly. He didn't even feel like he missed anything by not having paid attention. Even though he apparently did miss something there.

He sighed and looked down at the weird little mechanic thing marching by with a frown. Almost looked like they were required to make themselves useful in one way or another. Medic looked back up and around "So vhat do you suggest I do?" he asked while looking up some sort of roller coaster.Yes, he could already guess the Pyro's answer, but he still felt inclined to ask. To finally speak that question and get it out of his head.

Pyro chuckled. "You're the Medic. Whaddya want me to say? Take up knitting? There's gotta be a niche here somewhere that-"

Right in the middle of that sentence, however, the weird magic that had somehow attached itself to him decided to activate. Suddenly, that little yellow thing scurrying by picked up the conversation.

"-you can fill. Wait, what the hell?"

Medic replied with silence, staring down at that strange little being for a moment or four in some sort of confusion that he was at least trying to hide. It was the perfect chance to not continue their current conversation and not let the Pyromaniac know how bothered he was by the idea of really working with other people in a way that didn't revolve around killing someone else.

He should not let that chance slip.

"Vhat just happened hier?" Medic asked, looking back up from that small robot and towards the other RED.

"I don't-" The Pyro's voice continued to broadcast from the little robot. "Apparently I'm a master ventriloquist and I never knew it? H-hey, get back here you little-!"

The tiny bot was still marching along. He quickly dashed over and scooped it up- it was heavier than he expected- and it continued to swing its feet back and forth as if it didn't even notice. "Well, this is awkward."

"Ve could cut it open und see if zhere is somezhing inside?" Medic offered and already had his übersaw drawn and ready to cut into the little robot. Maybe it was showing, that he hadn't had any opportunity to cut anything open in a while, but, truly. Medic didn't really care while he fixed the small mechanic device with an almost devious glare. If only the thing would bleed...

"You've been looking for an excuse to use that thing all day, haven't you?" Pyro asked, just a litte put-off by Medic brandishing one of his sharp things in his general direction. Of course, he really shouldn't have been surprised, considering who he was talking to. "But, hell, if you think you can chop this thing open with that, be my guest. I left my axe in Engineering."

It was really weird hearing his voice coming from something other than his mouth with no explanation. He HAD kind of joked about messing up that robot kid's shiny new train set, but that had only been a joke! Surely somebody who built an amusement park could take a joke? Maybe he would leave the transit system alone, after all, if that kid could pull something like this.

...And he would also place the little robot on the ground and step away before Medic could go all Dr. Frankenstein on it. No way he was getting in the way of that.

"All day?" asked Medic, looking at the Pyro for a moment while allowing the small robot to take its final steps. The German shock his head a little "You mean all veek!"he practically hissed those words and turned back towards the little mechanic thing. The robot had wadled away a bit once again. But Medic needed only few steps to catch up with it and he quickly brought the saw down with at least a tiny bit of satisfaction in the swing.

Until the weapon made contact and scraped down along the smooth yet solid frame of the robot until the blade hit the floor and Medic almost did the same due to the sudden shift of his balance. He growled to himself and glared at the robot. How dare it to not just get sliced into pieces?! It seemed like EVERYTHING on this stupid ship just had made it their mission to ruin even the tiniest bit of fun for the German.

He kept glaring at the tiny robot, but muttered to himself "I hate zhis place."

The Pyro remained silent throughout the whole spectacle. He was honestly a little surprised that the robot didn't seem affected at all. He had been on the receiving end of the BLU Medic's own sharp things before and knew how nasty they could be.

Against his better judgement, he reached over and gave his teammate a reassuring pat on the shoulder. And when he finally spoke, it was still coming out of the robot, much to his dismay. "...Maybe if we flip it over?"

To be honest, he was beginning to find this needlessly frustrating as well.

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