Waking Up [Pyro barely reacts to getting the call--this motel looks like half of the motels up Route 66. The heat doesn't seem to bother them, either, as they slowly totter their way down into the lobby. They don't have much to offer--they just watch and observe from behind the glassy eye holes in their mask. Lots of people they don't recognize, talking about boring stuff. Boring. Where's the team? Where's the fire?
Eventually, they get fed up and turn their attention to one of the flickering vending machines in the lobby and try to push all the buttons at once, watching as each selection pops up on the screen. Their gloved finger hovers over the Coca-Cola button and--
Oh. They're, um, punching the vending machine now. And shaking it. You might want to step in.]
What's new, Pussycat? [While at the convenience store, you might spot Pyro with an armful of little plastic lighters, crouching next to the counter and gazing carefully at a cat lying on its side. The cat eyes Pyro carefully before licking its paw and starting to clean its face. Pyro lets out a muffled giggle, then pats the cat gently on the head. They then catch your eye and point gleefully at it--]
Mmmrhph!
[The cashier coughs. Pyro still hasn't paid for their lighters.]
McMurder [Well! This is just like being back on the team! Pyro gazes sadly (?) towards the mangled body, their head tilted to the side like an inquisitive dog.
Then, they slowly turn to the person closes to them and hold up a lighter in suggestion.]
Hmrmh mmrmph?
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The Pyro | Team Fortress 2
[Pyro barely reacts to getting the call--this motel looks like half of the motels up Route 66. The heat doesn't seem to bother them, either, as they slowly totter their way down into the lobby. They don't have much to offer--they just watch and observe from behind the glassy eye holes in their mask. Lots of people they don't recognize, talking about boring stuff. Boring. Where's the team? Where's the fire?
Eventually, they get fed up and turn their attention to one of the flickering vending machines in the lobby and try to push all the buttons at once, watching as each selection pops up on the screen. Their gloved finger hovers over the Coca-Cola button and--
Oh. They're, um, punching the vending machine now. And shaking it. You might want to step in.]
What's new, Pussycat?
[While at the convenience store, you might spot Pyro with an armful of little plastic lighters, crouching next to the counter and gazing carefully at a cat lying on its side. The cat eyes Pyro carefully before licking its paw and starting to clean its face. Pyro lets out a muffled giggle, then pats the cat gently on the head. They then catch your eye and point gleefully at it--]
Mmmrhph!
[The cashier coughs. Pyro still hasn't paid for their lighters.]
McMurder
[Well! This is just like being back on the team! Pyro gazes sadly (?) towards the mangled body, their head tilted to the side like an inquisitive dog.
Then, they slowly turn to the person closes to them and hold up a lighter in suggestion.]
Hmrmh mmrmph?
Wildcard
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