Cause I'm a Wanderer

excitable-mediums:

Yeah, I guess…

*Pepe didn’t have much of a reference point, since he only began roaming off-base since his arrival in Mountain Lab—Teufort being in the middle of nowhere, and DoubleCross being hard to reach by road both proved to keep him on base—and he opted out of mentioning how he almost got swindled when he acquired the milling machine at the supplier of the legitimate construction company. Or the miller, period. 

He notices Ophelia looks nervous, but she might simply be high-strung. Maybe it’s the cameras making her uncomfortable, or she might not be a people person. Like him, maybe…
Pepe can’t help a smile when she mentions the DF as well.*

It’s really a small world! I left a bit over a year ago, when I—

*He swallows back his first instincts. No, no,no. He shouldn’t tell her about his arrest, they barely just met! And what if she buys into thinking he’s a communist, or an anarchist, or whatever the hell the press said about the incident? No, no. Better not.*

—finished my studies. Turns out that my diploma wouldn’t give me the career options I would have wanted, and…well, I got contacted by the recruitment agency so…

*He half-shrugs, trying to keep the conversation light.*

Here I am, haha.

-Given that information (if it’s even the truth and he’s not full of crap) he would have been in the capital during the same time she had. It makes her smile to know that, that they’re at least a little connected. And he was studying too!  Her nostrils flair with a small huff. She hates that she doesn’t feel safe here enough to talk- 

That’s really great though, that you had that opportunity I mean…

-She’s gnawing on the inside of her cheeks again, enough to feel the ache of rawness and taste blood. Ophelia wants to ask further, oh God does she… there’s no way he doesn’t know about the rebellion if he’s telling the truth. 

And if he’s lying she’s probably screwed anyway right? She turns the detector off- 

Did you hear about what happened at Tlatelolco?

-Her words are breathless and strung together- 

donny-american-dragon:

 A bear den?

*Donny shines his flashlight over at her, trying to figure out if she’s being serious. This does sort of look like the kind of place a bear would live, but how would he know? He’s a city kid. Either way, he wasn’t exactly keen on entering the cavern before, and now he’s even less so.

But then Ophe just walks right in, and there’s no way he’s gonna be left out here alone. Nervously, He hurries after her,*

Bears in San Francisco? Uh, no, I don’t think so. Not in the city. There’s a lot of state parks and things nearby, though, there’s probably bears there…

*He casts the beam of his flashlight around, chewing his lip a bit.*

-As Donny shines his flashlight around Ophelia does the same, studying the cavern walls and rocky floors carefully. Observant to any holes or critters in sight. But, interestingly enough, she doesn’t spot much other than one very lonely rat (but not too lonely since it runs off as soon as she shines on it). 

Maybe that’s because people have to come in here often enough to scare them off, what with tending to the incinerator. 

And speaking of which it’s beginning to make it’s presence known. The air feels thick and hot, smoggy, the more she steps in. Ugh. Like a sauna. Or an underground desert. Nothing she isn’t use to, but nothing she particularly likes. Still she ventures forward, turning a corner, and spotting the large mechanism in all it’s glory. Closed up, so there’s no light to be seen from it. But she can feel the heat. And, ugh, it still smells in here- 

Ugh, wow… this really isn’t as interesting as I thought it would be. I feel bad for that woman I’ve seen picking up the bodies.

-She can’t help but notice the scattering of bones around either- 

.. You know I remember there was talk about clones when I came here the first time. Did anyone ever learn about how that happened? Like… did our bodies just… come to life or something?

Do you think that’s possible?

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thesunisnotmerciful:

excitable-mediums:

…Aah.I don’t sleep well either. I was out jogging so I could sleep better afterwards.

*He smiles right back at her; well, initial mishaps at socializing aside, this is getting better than what he had expected.

That, and it was nice to talk to another Mexican, even if they were metal detector-toting weirdos—aaah, wait. What’s this about the cameras?*

….Aaaah, that explains everything. 
*He pauses, balancing on his heels.* Did you try looking at the upper corners in the hallways? Or the rec room? The kitchen? They’re usually there, the Admin didn’t bother hiding those…

-With the formalities out of the way Ophelia picks up the device again and resumes her search, oblivious to how weird he finds it. She nods at his questions, all of them- 

In my base sure. Easy to find those. But I’m sure there’s some he did try to hide. Those are the ones I care about more, you know?

-There’s still the fear that he could be a Spy. But looking for cameras isn’t too incriminating. And he’s helping her- 

So, ah, you’re Mexican too I’m assuming. Didn’t… think I’d meet another one all the way out here. 

Call me Ophelia. 

*He can’t help a smile of his own.* Yep, I’m from the DF, actually. I’m surprised to find another Mexican all the way up here, and in this base, of all places.

And you can call me Pepe.

*He pauses, watching her searching again with the metal detector.*

Did you try using that thing on the trees, yet? The cameras could probably get a better view if they’re higher up. Probably not too high though, otherwise the foliage in the summer would obstruct their line of sight.

Yeah, well, we’re not exactly in Texas are we? Not that you’d figure that out by going into town. 

-Not that she’s taken any trips personally out, but she knows enough about the state of Virginia to figure as much. Her smile gets cut short, however, when he mentions the district. It turns into a flat-out frown, actually. Just when her anxiety was beginning to ween it flairs back up, leaving her palms sweaty and mouth dry like cotton.

It’s stupidity to be afraid. It doesn’t mean anything, and if he’s really a Spy he’s a pretty damn bad one. Or maybe he’s a great Spy. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe—no, fuck, calm the fuck down. And just tell him what everyone else knows- 

Yeah? I’m from the DF too, but we left when I was a little squirt. California wasn’t much different, though, couldn’t find work there either -She smiles again, tightly, and moves the metal detector higher. Shockingly it actually starts dinging. And upon closer look—yep! A camera. She sits the detector down and marks it on her paper- That’s… cool though! We live in a small world, heh, how long ago did you leave? I miss it. 

donny-american-dragon:

*He shrugs again, returning his hand to his pocket and wrapping it around the flashlight.*

Nah, he’s not mad or anything. Or uh, at least he says he’s not. Still, it’s hard not to feel guilty.

*He doesn’t bring up the lasting effects Calvin told him about; he knows the Scout would rather keep that private. And it’s not Ophe’s problem anyway. He smiles over at her.*

But, mostly it hasn’t been too bad.

*At the sight of the opening to the mines, he hesitates a moment, pulling out his own flashlight and clicking it on.*

So uh. This is it, huh?

I’m sure it’s nothing—I mean, he feels nothing. He’s not angry with you anymore. 

-Of course she’s trying to be reassuring, that’s the nice thing to do. But she sincerely believes it and hopes that shines through to Donny. She doesn’t want him to feel guilty. He has no reason too. But she figures he also wants the subject to shift, and they’re right up to the opening of the cavern- 

That or it’s a bear den.

…. Actually there might be bears I don’t know. We don’t exactly get them in—where I’m from. 

…

Well there’s always respawn~

-She shuffles inside, flashing the light along the floor and walls. Searching for whatever she might find- 

Are there any bears in San Francisco? I’ve never been up there. 

donny-american-dragon:

Yeah. Heh. I guess it doesn’t mean much, but I feel like I’m getting the hang of it, you know?

*Donny shrugs. He’s never been the competitive type really, and though getting MVP had been sort of neat, that was really more because of the congratulations of his friends.

The frown returns when Ophe starts talking about the axe. Donny just watches the ground for a bit, though when she trips he looks up quickly and reaches a hand out to her, in case she needs to steady herself.*

Yeah uh. It’s just really unpleasant.

*He should just leave it there, but words are bubbling up. He hasn’t talked about if much with anyone.*

I. I had to kill a friend of mine with it. During the tournament? I didn’t want to fight him but we uh, didn’t have a choice. And I accidentally pushed him into the force field-these uh, electrical things, the Admin was testing them out-and… well after that I had to do it. He was, uh, hurting. A lot.

-She doesn’t take the offered hand, frazzled but thoroughly stubborn and determined to help herself. She could use with paying better attention to her surroundings anyway- 

I’m sorry, I can see that it was. 

-Once again, she’s only grateful she hasn’t been around this place in the last few months. Harvest was dull… but she’s content with dullness. Nothing bad happens there. And she’d rather deal with that than the blatant torture. Or just… yeah. It touches home. She lets out a small breath and flashes the light forward, pleased to finally see the mines-

Little people get hurt a lot when the big guy has to show off. But you couldn’t have done anything else. He probably knows that. Unless he’s still angry with you?

:3c 

-Alright maybe MVP isn’t completely pointless- 

:|c

-A pity she’s the best of the worst- 

:(c

excitable-mediums:

…Aah.I don’t sleep well either. I was out jogging so I could sleep better afterwards.

*He smiles right back at her; well, initial mishaps at socializing aside, this is getting better than what he had expected.

That, and it was nice to talk to another Mexican, even if they were metal detector-toting weirdos—aaah, wait. What’s this about the cameras?*

….Aaaah, that explains everything. 
*He pauses, balancing on his heels.* Did you try looking at the upper corners in the hallways? Or the rec room? The kitchen? They’re usually there, the Admin didn’t bother hiding those…

-With the formalities out of the way Ophelia picks up the device again and resumes her search, oblivious to how weird he finds it. She nods at his questions, all of them- 

In my base sure. Easy to find those. But I’m sure there’s some he did try to hide. Those are the ones I care about more, you know?

-There’s still the fear that he could be a Spy. But looking for cameras isn’t too incriminating. And he’s helping her- 

So, ah, you’re Mexican too I’m assuming. Didn’t… think I’d meet another one all the way out here. 

Call me Ophelia. 

excitable-mediums:

*It’s his turn to be startled by the Spanish; he thought he and Erika were the only hispanics around, and her accent reminds him of home. The shock doesn’t quite fade yet, but it’s getting there…*

I—that’s a metal detector. 
I understand that there’s nothing wrong with being outside at this hour, but I’m sure you understand that I don’t usually just bump in Mexican—it’s the accent—women with metal detectors in the middle of the night.

*That sounded more accusatory than he meant to, so he makes an effort to soften his tone a bit.*
It’s just a bit—hah—strange, you know?

-She’s not all that surprised that he isn’t familiar with her (she’s not familiar with him either, of course, but she knows of him. Being observant will do that). It’s not like she ventures out very often or plays the social card. There’s a noticeable flinch when he accuses her of being Mexican (Should she be worried?). But she softens up when he does too- 

… I guess it is kind of strange. But I don’t sleep well, so I’m sometimes up at weird times. It’s not something I can help. 

And yes -She tries out a smile- It’s a metal detector. 

-And a pause as she considers how open she wants to be- 

I’m looking for the cameras. 

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thesunisnotmerciful:

-As sneakily as she can (which means, not very sneakily at all) the Pyro shuffles around the bases and surrounding areas. Marking X’s on various spots on a shoddy home-drawn map. She’s trying to find all the cameras. And that means poking her head in every nook and cranny and swinging a stolen borrowed metal detector from her last base over the bushes. 

… Oh god what if they’re in the toilets- 

*Another one that is shuffling around the bases is this other Pyro, but unlike Ophe he isn’t looking for any cameras, but rather for a good night jog so he can sleep more soundly tonight. 
He oh-so-ingenuously strapped a flashlight on his head so he can 
Instead, he finds this….Pyro person lady pyro thing, and by finding her he is startled out of his jogging reveries by the sudden flash of red illuminated by his light.
That was an embarrassingly loud gasp he let out there.*
Puta madre—What the hell are you doing out here?!

-The gasp isn’t heard before the flash of light is seen, and it causes Ophelia to let out an unexpected gasp herself. The Spanish is even more startling, and for a few irrational seconds she literally fears for her life. But it’s—Well it’s not somebody she needs to fear. Least she doesn’t think so, not in the way she was… The Pyro takes a breath of relief- 

What I’m…

-She shrinks inwardly. Clearly she scared him, and she shouldn’t take being snapped at so personally. Especially by a stranger. Come on Ophe, balls up. She replies in Spanish since, clearly, he speaks it too- 

I’m just spending some time outside, just like you. Well within my right. It’s not a weapon, if that’s what you’re worried about. 

-As sneakily as she can (which means, not very sneakily at all) the Pyro shuffles around the bases and surrounding areas. Marking X’s on various spots on a shoddy home-drawn map. She’s trying to find all the cameras. And that means poking her head in every nook and cranny and swinging a stolen borrowed metal detector from her last base over the bushes. 

… Oh god what if they’re in the toilets- 

donny-american-dragon:

*Donny makes a face at her, though he has to return her grin.*

I think I’ll be fine, thanks.

*He swats at her hand,chuckling, and follows her out into the cold. Once outside, he quickly zips up his jacket and shoves his hands in his pockets; he’ll be glad when this cold lets up, even after being here all winter it never gets easier.*

Hmm? Oh uh, yeah, I guess. Even got MVP a few times. It’s ah, not really that hard with the flamethrower, know what I mean? I don’t… I don’t like using the axe.

*He frowns a bit. Bad memories connected with that.*

Oh… they’re still doing that? I never really understood the point.

-MVP, specifically, but she doesn’t elaborate further. She always figured it was a way to keep them motivated. Keep the air of competition thick. Apparently it worked, at least a bit. But good for him anyway- 

Heh, yeah, you’re bound to hit something with it. Just have to pray it’s not a teammate.

-A sympathetic look is cast his way through the dark. It goes unseen but it’s there. She feels him. Although she reckons his adjustment period has been harder than hers- 

Because it’s personal? I don’t like it much either. With the fire they just kind of die on their own. I feel the bone and muscle through the axe—am I making much sense? I don’t like it though, yeah—

-She stumbles lightly on a root, and yelps fretfully. Damn it- 

Yeah. 

donny-american-dragon:

thesunisnotmerciful:

-She smiles, bemused by his reaction and concerns. Rats, huh? Is that really the worst of his concerns? That’s adorable, in a naive sort of way-

Generally, they leave you alone if you do the same courtesy. 

-But she can’t knock him for being cautious. Ophelia quietly gathers her supplies, pocketing what’s crucial and pushing what’s necessary in her backpack. Calculating in her mind how long she wants to be out- 

Mmm… nothing.

I just like seeing things. And it’s not like I’m a friend with people here -She pauses- Except you. But -Then she smirks, tossing him a flashlight- If you aren’t.

Come with me. 

*Donny huffs at her reaction. He gets the feeling she’s laughing internally at him.*

Still. I’m just saying.

*He’s not really anticipating the flashlight toss, and fumbles with it a bit before getting a firm grip on the thing. Frowning slightly, he looks down at it thoughtfully. Stumbling around in the dark hadn’t really been on his list of things to do today. Granted that list had only really included catching the episode of Rawhide on TV later, but still. Donny’s always been rather easily influenced, though, and Ophe’s comment about him being her only friend does make him feel a little guilty…*

…okay.

-It’s not her goal to make him feel guilty. She’s pretty damn adjusted to her shut-in social life (see; non-existent). And it’s hardly new, although it’s certainly gotten worse in the last few years.

Ophelia snorts bitterly, internally, because isn’t college suppose to do the opposite of that? Ha. 

She grins though, pleased she got her way- 

You can hold my hand if you get scared.

-Pinching his side the Pyro finally suits up and heads out. It’s definitely still cold, it tingles her face and turns her breath into little clouds. Fuck, that’s been one of the hardest adjustments. Very different from home. At least her suit is warm- 

So have you been getting better? With fighting? You were all new when we first got here, right? 

donny-american-dragon:

Rats, probably.

*Donny makes a face. He doesn’t really understand her enthusiasm. It seems like a lot of effort to go through to poke around in some smelly caves. Plus it does, admittedly, make him a little nervous. He remembers the stories he was told when he first got here.*

Well… maybe. What would you do if you found something, though?

*He flinches a bit when she turns on the flashlight (shut up he got startled) and huffs.*

…I’m not scared.

-She smiles, bemused by his reaction and concerns. Rats, huh? Is that really the worst of his concerns? That’s adorable, in a naive sort of way-

Generally, they leave you alone if you do the same courtesy. 

-But she can’t knock him for being cautious. Ophelia quietly gathers her supplies, pocketing what’s crucial and pushing what’s necessary in her backpack. Calculating in her mind how long she wants to be out- 

Mmm… nothing.

I just like seeing things. And it’s not like I’m a friend with people here -She pauses- Except you. But -Then she smirks, tossing him a flashlight- If you aren’t.

Come with me. 

donny-american-dragon:

thesunisnotmerciful:

donny-american-dragon replied to your post: -Oddly enough, considering her skittish nature,…

*Without any thought for how startling his sudden appearance may be, Donny peeks around the door of the closet, grinning.* Hey Ophe! What are you looking for?

-She appropriately jumps at the sudden voice, slams the top of her head on a low shelf, and squawks- 

Ahhh… puto madre, you spooked me.

-She rubs the top of her head, not too sore about it once the shock is gone- And, ah… flash lights. Or glow sticks. 

I’m going digging in the caves—uh, mines right? Where the burner is!

Oh, shit!

*He winces sympathetically.*

Heh, uh, sorry about that, Ophe.

*He blinks at her, a little surprised.*

What, really? Why? There’s nothing down there but the burner, right? And it’s probably creepy as hell.

Well it’s in the… 

-What’s the word she’s thinking of—mines, right- 

It’s in the mines isn’t it? I’m just wondering what’s down there. 

-Or more specifically, she’s wondering what might be hidden. What there might be to find. Because the best kept secrets are always where nobody wants to look. The little ghost hunter inside of her is just burning with curiosity. It’s frightening, yes. But it’s a type of fear she can handle. The Pyro sits up, holding the flash light triumphantly- 

Maybe power cores, to keep the respawn system running. Or remains of fallen miners. 

-She flashes the light underneath her face. Oooh spooky- 

Scared?

donny-american-dragon replied to your post: -Oddly enough, considering her skittish nature,…

*Without any thought for how startling his sudden appearance may be, Donny peeks around the door of the closet, grinning.* Hey Ophe! What are you looking for?

-She appropriately jumps at the sudden voice, slams the top of her head on a low shelf, and squawks- 

Ahhh… puto madre, you spooked me.

-She rubs the top of her head, not too sore about it once the shock is gone- And, ah… flash lights. Or glow sticks. 

I’m going digging in the caves—uh, mines right? Where the burner is!

-Oddly enough, considering her skittish nature, Ophelia feels comfortable in the wilderness. Even at night (although she certainly uses caution. Fear and caution are two very different things. It makes sense though. People are what scare her. 

Preparing for a night of wandering the Pyro sneaks to the nearest supply closet. Searching for a flash light, some glowsticks… her unflattered ass in her Pyro uniform, sticking out as she searches from the floor- 

the-frozen-flapper:

thesunisnotmerciful:

the-frozen-flapper:

We didn’t get much of a chance to chat before you left, but welcome back! :>

Yeah.

-Her presence is… warmer than some of the people here. Bubbly actually. Which is downright fucking weird considering where they’re at. Not bad though- 

Didn’t catch your name though. I’m Ophelia. Like Hamlet. From that. 

Aw, Ophelia, that’s a real nice name. Think I’ve seen Hamlet in the theatre; I was too little to really remembah it, but Mama always liked Shakespeare.

Anyways, I’m Rosie..it’s nice to have ya back! Did you go home or to a diff’rent base or somethin’? I mean, y’know, if it’s alright to ask. 

Yeah, it’s a gorgeous name.

-She smiles tensely at the Spy inquiring,quickly feeling on edge. The warmth looses it’s appeal. But she’s probably just being friendly. Probably. Nothing weird about it. No. Noo- 

I… uh. 

Harvest. I went there for a bit -which is true- You know, they like to pull us around. Not a whole lot other than dirt there. It’s where I started out. 

Anything else happen here other than that tournament? Since I was gone. 

gun-blumedic:

thesunisnotmerciful:

-Not a whole lot of surprise there. She doesn’t bother to hide the grimace on her face, or hold back the muttered Spanish swears. Fucking coward- 

I’m sorry about that… It’s, uh. Gun right? I’m sorry. 

I’d say I’ll try to be. Quick. But fire doesn’t work that way. I like blowing you off your ubers too. So, that’ll be fun -She thinks she’s earned a little arrogant smirk, since she’s finally managed to stop flailing like an idiot screaming during battle- 

*He arches a curious brow at that foreign grumbling. From his previous encounter with her, he assumes that if she had a problem with him she’d tell him. The apology causes him to raise his brows and smile. Heey maybe they can be friends!*

Oh, oh no don’t sweat it. It vas nozhing personal between participants and Respawn vas on so… It’s okay! I’m just glad you didn’t have to take part.

*Aw now you’ve just gone and ruined that smile. He winces and frowns deeply.* I hate it vhen zhey do zhat… *He mutters petulantly.* I vill just do my best to evade you and your teammates during battle. Zhat is my job, anyvay. *Siiigh.*

-Aw, he looks frustrated. She feels a little bad about that. But it’s rather meager. Whether or not she likes to admit it she’s adapted to fighting. It’s… satisfying, in a way- 

Nothing personal. 

I’ll, ah… well, that’s probably good. Hopefully we won’t see each other much. Avoid three-eyes -she lifts up the triclops mask she’s been holding for emphasis- I should go finish. Packing. 

donny-american-dragon:

Well, no, not really, but…

*Donny chews on his bottom lip, brow furrowing. The longer he thinks about it, the more things he can come up with that he doesn’t want the Admin to know about. Things he probably hasn’t been diligent enough about hiding.*

Well, what does he think we’re doing? I mean uh, other than people maybe sneaking back and forth between the bases and like, maybe small things, pranks or whatever, I don’t think anybody’s really doing anything worth watching. We do our jobs.

-Ophelia wonders if it’s wise to even be discussing this now, what with cameras around and most certainly spies. There could also me microphones hidden in the walls. It’s not like Administration is above that. And they’re not short on bizarre technology. Still, there’s just a pressing need to be wary. And protect the few people she actually cares about here. A little bug eyed she leans over, coiling an arm around his shoulders-

It’s not about that…

… It’s about control. And keeping it.

No matter what.

-She wiggles her pinkie finger at him to emphasize her point- 

the-frozen-flapper:

We didn’t get much of a chance to chat before you left, but welcome back! :>

Yeah.

-Her presence is… warmer than some of the people here. Bubbly actually. Which is downright fucking weird considering where they’re at. Not bad though- 

Didn’t catch your name though. I’m Ophelia. Like Hamlet. From that. 

gun-blumedic:

*He smiles weakly.*

Ahh, jaaa… You could eizher sign up for it voluntarily or he’d force you. He forced me into it so… *He shrugs again.*

Anyvay, it’s nice to know you’re in decent health, I zhink, even if you’re going to make my job harder.

-Not a whole lot of surprise there. She doesn’t bother to hide the grimace on her face, or hold back the muttered Spanish swears. Fucking coward- 

I’m sorry about that… It’s, uh. Gun right? I’m sorry. 

I’d say I’ll try to be. Quick. But fire doesn’t work that way. I like blowing you off your ubers too. So, that’ll be fun -She thinks she’s earned a little arrogant smirk, since she’s finally managed to stop flailing like an idiot screaming during battle- 

donny-american-dragon:

thesunisnotmerciful:

donny-american-dragon:

thesunisnotmerciful replied to your post: How long has that creepy skinny Spy been here? The…

Because she’s fuckin weird.

Oh.

Well yeah but. I think she’s pretty harmless?

Well. For somebody who’s job is to stab other people in the back, anyway.

Maybe, or she could be here to keep us in line. Watch us. 

Faking an accent isn’t too hard if you know how. Not that it has to be. Any of the Spies could work straight for the boss. 

*He blinks, his eyes going wide*

Woa. You uh, you really think so?

*Wait, Sana saw him stealing those things from the rec room the other day…*

…shit.

-She pockets her hands into her suit pants and shrugs. After a few hours, in the dead of night, she’s comfortable enough to unzip the top half (of which she’s wearing a simple T-shirt under). When she speaks it’s a whisper- 

Do you really think they care about us here? 

Anyone could be a spy though. But they’re probably the best at it. 

donny-american-dragon:

thesunisnotmerciful replied to your post: How long has that creepy skinny Spy been here? The…

Because she’s fuckin weird.

Oh.

Well yeah but. I think she’s pretty harmless?

Well. For somebody who’s job is to stab other people in the back, anyway.

Maybe, or she could be here to keep us in line. Watch us. 

Faking an accent isn’t too hard if you know how. Not that it has to be. Any of the Spies could work straight for the boss. 

neurotic-asphyxiation:

thesunisnotmerciful:

neurotic-asphyxiation replied to your post: *kind of hangs within her general vicinity*

*Waves at* Hi.

-Returns her wave- 

Bueno… 

You’re, um. I’m Oksana. 

*Tries to reign in the creepy staring, but it comes a bit too naturally.*

-Unfortunately Ophelia is one of the last people that’s going to take creepy starring in good humor. She stands there tight lipped, starring back- 

… yeah?

What’s up?

-Step away- 

borgatabadass:

thesunisnotmerciful:

borgatabadass:

thesunisnotmerciful:

borgatabadass:

*Screams at RED base*

COME AND FACE ME COWARDS.

-stares at from the window-

|: 

… He’s new. 

*Notices the pyro in the window.*

YOU’RE MI-

*Whoops, how the fuck did he just trip? Who knows, but the end result still is him face down in the snow.*

-She’d open the window to ask if he’s okay, but he seems a hair… unstable and belligerent. Against her better judgment she cracks it open just a bit-

… You seem upset. 

BY

Hey sup.

*Rolls over and rubs the top of his forehead, that was one wicked nasty fall. Hopefully he wasn’t concussed or nothing.. That’d really fucking suck.*

Nah, just a little bored. I was hopin somebody would take the bait and come out and fight me, maybe that huge soldier of yours that isn’t Billy Goat Gruff.

-Curiously, she tugs the window open just a bit more… and then more still… until she can just about stick her face out of it. Though not quite her head-

Hmm. That snow looks cold.

-And you’re a big weirdo for rolling around in it, she thinks to herself- 

Uh…Billy goat—Oh, uh, el mutante? Yeah he’s…

-A freak- 

… interesting. 

Maybe you should hit somebody. See what happens -snorts- … not me please. 

gun-blumedic:

thesunisnotmerciful:

-Fortunately Gun isn’t much of a threat in her eyes. But she’d be lying if she said she felt comfortable at the idea of him, well, checking her out. At least you get to burn him- 

Ah… Harvest. Again. A lot of nothing there.

-But she’s more than use to being tugged around on a whimsy. The thought sours her mood- 

Heard the big guy made you, uh… heh. 

-pounds her gloved fist into her palm-

Duke it out. 

Ahh… I imagine it vas a lot varmer zhere zhan it is here. It seems a lot of zhe bases are very… remote. *He shrugs, then furrows his brows. Big guy…? Du— OH.*

OHH, oh you’re talking about zhe tournament. Ja, he vas testing some new toy of his. Ve have a force field now? I don’t know vhere it is or vhat happens if you touch it but, ah, ja. It’s a good zhing you missed it. Vell… or not. Vinner got more vacation time and money, I zhink.

-What better way to test out a new toy than with your old toys. She puffs out her cheeks and lets out a small raspberry noise- 

Sounds… kind of pointless, actually. Did you fight…?

borgatabadass:

thesunisnotmerciful:

borgatabadass:

*Screams at RED base*

COME AND FACE ME COWARDS.

-stares at from the window-

|: 

… He’s new. 

*Notices the pyro in the window.*

YOU’RE MI-

*Whoops, how the fuck did he just trip? Who knows, but the end result still is him face down in the snow.*

-She’d open the window to ask if he’s okay, but he seems a hair… unstable and belligerent. Against her better judgment she cracks it open just a bit-

… You seem upset. 

neurotic-asphyxiation replied to your post: *kind of hangs within her general vicinity*

*Waves at* Hi.

-Returns her wave- 

Bueno… 

borgatabadass:

*Screams at RED base*

COME AND FACE ME COWARDS.

-stares at from the window-

|: 

… He’s new. 

blu-tkrumble:

thesunisnotmerciful:

blu-tkrumble:

Hey again. Nice to have you back.

Yeah….? 

-flicks the zipper on her suit idly- 

Don’t see how since I, ah… gotta burn you. And your sentries. 

Nah. No hard feelings. All part of the job.

Yeah I guess… but, uh. Thanks. Good luck… killing me -nose wrinkle- 

blu-tkrumble:

Hey again. Nice to have you back.

Yeah….? 

-flicks the zipper on her suit idly- 

Don’t see how since I, ah… gotta burn you. And your sentries. 

gun-blumedic:

thesunisnotmerciful:

gun-blumedic:

mountainlab-base:

It seems Ophelia Delgado has returned. A word of advice, perhaps this time try to do your job right and you might see better end results.

YAAAY! VELCOME BACK!

-Oh God it’s that old guy that kept starring at her tits that one time. She just… tries to make a friendly face and gives him a little wave. While subconsciously tugging her uniform all the way up-

… Hi.  

*Well since his last encounter with a pretty lady went south, he’s trying to remain a bit more faithful to his partner. He offers a friendly smile in return.*

Hello! Vhere did you go…?

-Fortunately Gun isn’t much of a threat in her eyes. But she’d be lying if she said she felt comfortable at the idea of him, well, checking her out. At least you get to burn him- 

Ah… Harvest. Again. A lot of nothing there.

-But she’s more than use to being tugged around on a whimsy. The thought sours her mood- 

Heard the big guy made you, uh… heh. 

-pounds her gloved fist into her palm-

Duke it out. 

donny-american-dragon:

*Donny notices the tensing, and lets go quickly. Oops. With a sheepish grin, he shoves his hands in his pockets.*

Yeah? Heh, well uh, I guess boring isn’t always bad.

*Rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.*

Uh, yeah. A lot of shit, actually. The Admin had us do this tournament thing? It was uh, kinda nuts.

-That’s appreciated, and it relaxes her considerably. Although the way she stands like she’s got a carrot up her ass might fool you- 

A tournament? -Blinks- I’d say I was surprised, but… you know -She wrinkles her nose and mutters- They like to play with their toys. 

How’d you do?

tessie-the-onlyonlyonly:

mountainlab-base:

It seems Ophelia Delgado has returned. A word of advice, perhaps this time try to do your job right and you might see better end results.

Oh. I remembah you.

… I remember… you really like that one baseball team. But that’s kind of it -fiddlers with her gloved hands and mutters- No offense. 

donny-american-dragon:

thesunisnotmerciful:

donny-american-dragon:

mountainlab-base:

It seems Ophelia Delgado has returned. A word of advice, perhaps this time try to do your job right and you might see better end results.

8D

Ophie!

Uh, heh. Hey man… 

-Speak of the devil, look whose right up in your business. Tall and gangly as ever- 

Figured you’d forget ‘bout me. Good to know you’re not, like. A corpse. 

*Donny is very much okay with that. Hope Ophe is ready for a big ol’ bro hug.*

No way I’d forget about you! Heh, not dead yet. How have you been?

-Actually hugs are the last thing she’s ready for. The scrawny thing immediately tenses, feeling a bit guilty for that reaction while the same time experiencing it. All you… huggy people. Ugh. Touchy people. Ugh- 

Ahh… yeah? That’s, sweet of you -She gives him a softer hug around the shoulders. A faint one- I, uh… got shipped back to shit-hole Harvest so. That was… boring. And full of jerks. Glad to be back here, glad you’re still here.

Anything happen while I went “poof”?

gun-blumedic:

mountainlab-base:

It seems Ophelia Delgado has returned. A word of advice, perhaps this time try to do your job right and you might see better end results.

YAAAY! VELCOME BACK!

-Oh God it’s that old guy that kept starring at her tits that one time. She just… tries to make a friendly face and gives him a little wave. While subconsciously tugging her uniform all the way up-

… Hi.  

donny-american-dragon:

mountainlab-base:

It seems Ophelia Delgado has returned. A word of advice, perhaps this time try to do your job right and you might see better end results.

8D

Ophie!

Uh, heh. Hey man… 

-Speak of the devil, look whose right up in your business. Tall and gangly as ever- 

Figured you’d forget ‘bout me. Good to know you’re not, like. A corpse. 

mountainlab-base:

It seems Ophelia Delgado has returned. A word of advice, perhaps this time try to do your job right and you might see better end results.

-She kind of just puffs out her cheeks under her mask. Wow, what a douchebag- 

So I’m planning on bringing Ophelia back into the community. A lot about her character has changed that may be relevant to some of ya’ll: 

• She came into TFI in 1969 as a Pyro. She’s no longer had any prior experience as a Scout.
• While she’s somewhat adjusted regarding her sexuality she is not flirtatious towards women, or drops hints that she’s interested in them. 
• Her personality has shifted into that of being skittish, paranoid, and easily flustered. I’d like to maintain prior friendships with her but please acknowledge that how she behaves has changed. 
• She still claims to be from Southern California, but this is far from the case. 

That’s the main/concerning stuff. Her profile has changed. 

{ under construction until further notice. Hence the blog will stay cute and pink until I have her running again BV Anticipate changes }

donny-american-dragon:

thesunisnotmerciful:

donny-american-dragon:

…oh.

*He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling like a dumbass.*

That uh, that actually sounds kind of sad. I’m sorry.

:/

-Slaps his chest with a snort. It’s not in a cruel way, although she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t laughing at him internally (at least a little bit)- 

Not really. It’s a little sad alone, but it’s not suppose to be, I think it’s nice to remember people like that and not just thinking about how tragic it was. But I grew up around that idea so I’m pretty comfortable with it. 

I liked your costume though. You were a cute cowboy. 

Oh ouch geez! Don’t beat me up Ophe come on!

*He staggers and clutches at his chest exaggeratedly*

Heh, nah I get it. My grandma talks to my grandpa like he’s still here. Burns paper money for him too.

Aw, cute? I was aiming for awesome.

*Smiles anyway*

-Paps his chest a few more times for good measure, take your punishment mister!-

I’m sure you were, it’s just the aim was completely off~

Anything else happen that was fun? I just clunked out early. 

donny-american-dragon:

…oh.

*He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling like a dumbass.*

That uh, that actually sounds kind of sad. I’m sorry.

:/

-Slaps his chest with a snort. It’s not in a cruel way, although she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t laughing at him internally (at least a little bit)- 

Not really. It’s a little sad alone, but it’s not suppose to be, I think it’s nice to remember people like that and not just thinking about how tragic it was. But I grew up around that idea so I’m pretty comfortable with it. 

I liked your costume though. You were a cute cowboy. 

demoliciones replied to your post: What the fuck did I just say. 

*Is actually very amused*

-Sighs, what can you expect, aye?-

donny-american-dragon:

Oh.

*He makes a bit of a face at the mention of the candles. Sheesh, nobody uses them for moths and all of a sudden they’re all anybody can talk about. Quick, subject change.*

Day of the Dead? That’s uh, kinda like Halloween, right? With the sugar skulls?

*He grins hopefully.*

……. B|

Not really?

Day of the Dead is to, like, remember dead relatives and friends and leaving them gifts.

Halloween is like…

You dress up and beg people for shit. 

What the fuck did I just say. 

B| And no it’s not Mexican Halloween. 

donny-american-dragon replied to your post: There’s no place around here that even sells Pan…

What’s that? :V

-nudges him with the toe of her boot- 

Which one…?

-Actually, she already knows the answer, it’s both-

Pan Dulce is kind of a Mexican pastry, it’s just really sweet bread covered in sugar. Sometimes stuffed with things. Uh, veladoras are like.

They’re religious candles with Catholic saints on them. 

-Adjusts a pigtail-

I’d be lying if I said I practiced but I’m so use to using them at home, for Day of the Dead, it feels weird without them? Had to use some of the extras we had.