bye_to_yer_head | 4th Headshot || Action

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*Sniper is sitting on his roof. He's sitting on his roof and he's moping. Surrounding him are the shattered bits and pieces of his Machina, probably about 15 or so chunks of what used to be a high powered sniper rifle. The only piece that looks like it's still functional is the scope and that's only because Medic was holding that when Sniper dropped his gun.

As if that whole fiasco with Medic and the ferris wheel wasn't bad enough, now this... He's just looking at it glumly, occasionally reaching out to try and piece it back together. Spoiler: It's not going to work. He's actually more upset right now about his gun than he's ever been about anything in his life. Eventually he gives up and just sits on his roof with his hands in his hair, wondering how he'll ever get another gun as good as that one was.*

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I do loike my bow, but my gun is .. There's no replacin' it.

Guess I'll have to start on a bow. I'll need.. some ... things.. t' make it.

*Distraught Sniper is distraught.*

[Lately, Sniper was the closest person she had to a friend. It was embarrassing to admit, but she was starting to see it... ]

I'll purchase the items for you if you need something from the stores.

No.. It's fine. I just...

*~~Seem close to crying? Maybe.~~ Alright alright, it's just his gun. _{Just his gun.} He can't let it get to him like this. He finally looks up at Pyro and manages to stand.*

Thanks fer th' offer though.

Sniper... I can help you. It'll be alright.

[Scratching the back of her head, she looks around the area to make sure no one else is around before she utters out her next words.]

I used to be a blacksmith. I can't make Mann Co. products, but... I can certainly make you something to protect yourself with.

You were a blacksmith? When?

*Just tell him something, ANYTHING to get his mind off of his gun.*

Before I started working for RED.

[And by her age, that couldn't be too long ago.]

I didn't realize they still 'ad blacksmiths. Thought everything was machined now.

*He gathers up the pieces of his gun and stashes them in his ammo pouch. Someday he'll get her fixed up. But for now he'll at least carry around the pieces. He sits down on the edge of the roof and hops down.*

What all can you make?

I mainly made axes and katanas.

[Slipping her hands into her suit, Pyro pulled out a small box.]

Here, come eat.

[Inside he'd find corndogs.]

.. You always carry around food?

*But he actually will eat the corndogs. THAT'S HOW DISTRAUGHT HE IS. He's eating Pyro-Suit-Food.*

There a big demand fer axes back in Japan?

Of course, why wouldn't I? I don't want to starve.

[Good, he NEEDS to eat the corndogs. There's about five of them in there and they are piping hot with a load of ketchup on the side.]

We have to chop down wood somehow, right?

You really think yer gonna get stuck somewhere an' possibly starve?

*He totally eats all of them. He might not have eaten anything since he got back. Moping about his gun is not real conducive to feeding himself.*

I .. guess?

Worst circumstances have occurred in this place, I don't see why not?

[She looks satisfied he's gobbling them all up.]

So, Mr. Hawk, I believe I could make you a bow... just not out of wood. That is not my area of expertise. I prefer to work with the fire and bend materials.

I dunno how a bow out 'f metal would work. It would need.. wheels.. an' gears and such. To counter th' fact it's not gonna give when it's pulled.

*He doesn't know all that much about compound bows after all.*

But if you think you can make somethin' I'd be .. more than grateful.

... That might be able to be arranged. Let's see what we can come up with.

[Pondering for a moment, she then smacks a fist down on her open palm.]

Wait! I got it!

[Grabbing onto his wrist, she begins to give it a tug.]

Come to the police station with me! I bet we can find you something there. Then you won't even have to wait!

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*This is the one and only time he's not going to protest Pyro dragging him around like a puppy. He let's himself be pulled along.*

They 'ave bows at the police station?

I don't know about bows, but I know there must be something else you like.

[Laughing as she runs down the road with his wrist in her hand, Pyro turns her head in his direction.]

Rifles.

Well it's a start at least.

*Pyro why you so fast? Plus he has to awkwardly run while half bent over because she's much shorter than him.*

You really think it's a good idea t' steal from the police station?

[Because when she's excited it helps her motivation?]

Why? There's no police around anymore. They closest Paradise has is the Pyro in front of you right now!

[She's the firefighter, remember?]

*He holds onto his hat so it doesn't fly off and trails along behind her.*

An' they left all their stuff? We should 'ave raided this a long time ago.

[Oh, Snipes. At least she's well behaved enough to not just pick up your skinny butt and carry you the whole way.]

It's no good for me, I'm not so good with guns.

[Waving her hand in front of her face, she looked ahead as the station came into view.]

I thought it'd be best to ration something like this. If I go about blabbering it to everyone, all of it would be gone by now.

*He may be distraught, but he's not THAT distraught. He wouldn't stand for that. *

That's smart thinkin' actually. So I get first pick at th' remains? Not bad.

Your lucky my Sniper isn't here. I'm sure if he saw me doing something like this to help his BLU rival, he wouldn't be too happy with me.

[Letting go of his hand, she headed towards the door and began to mess with the handle. After a moment of jiggling it around, she manages to get it to open.]

Ah, it's dark in here... hm.

[Placing her palms closely together, she focuses her eyes on the open space between the two of them. Soon, a ball of swirling flames begins to grow in her hands and light up the room.]

There we go.

Well he ain't so it's all mine.

*He jumps a bit when she does that and glares.*

You act loike that's so natural. Still freaks me out.

It's natural for me.

[Grinning, she begins to investigate inside. It doesn't take her long to find where all the extra ammo and guns are kept.]

Come over here.

[Pointing to a giant metal locker of sorts, Pyro nods.]

Look inside.

Now that's more loike it.

*He starts sorting through all the guns. There's nothing as good as his Machina, but he was expecting that. There aren't really any sniper rifles, but with a bit of modification...

He pulls out a hunting rifle and gives it a once over.*

Yer a lifesaver Pyro.

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[Action] tsuntsun.

/snugs

/snugs back

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