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trans_92011-01-25 01:39 pm
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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.
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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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.
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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."
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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.