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[bye_to_yer_head]

*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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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[And have some angry yelling right back.]

Ach! You know exactly zhat zhat vas not mein fault! Vhat vere you hauling zhat zhing around for anyvay?! Zhat vas ein close range assault! You haff melee veaponry für zhat sort of zhing! Do you BLUs know nozhing?!

[bye_to_yer_head]

You wanted me t' try an hit a thing that was flying with a knife?

*This is somehow YOUR fault Medic.*

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

At least your chanzes vould haff been besser zhan you aiming a rifle at it!

[He is SO not going to accept that.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Well maybe I would 'ave hit it if you weren't tryin' to be all touchy feely with me!

*Accept the blame!*

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

It vas not my choize to do so!

[Never.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Gah!

*You better be taking good care of that stuffed panda he won you.*

Foine. Jus'.... augh...

*He briefly thinks about throwing one of the pieces of his gun at Medic's head, but he doesn't want to lose any of the parts and he's not that confident in his aim when he's throwing things.*

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Oder do you vant to tell me all of your actions vere you doing? Zhat you intended everyzhing you did zhere?

[He's snarling now. Don't ask about that panda. Ever. IT'S IN HIS ROOM WHERE YOU WILL NEVER GET TO SEE IT!!]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Jus' shut up about all that.

*He slumps back down. He doesn't even have it in him to fight right now.*

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

You are zhe one zhat keeps moping around about it.

[And with a further snort, we turns away again.]

I assume she told you vhere our base ist. So if you need somezhing oder vant zhe Engineer to take a look at your gun...

[Not finishing the sentence. Nope. The BLU should be aware by now, that none of the current REDs was about to kill him.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yer not th' one with a broken gun.

*How could Medic possibly understand? Of course he doesn't know about the medigun..*

Yeah yeah. I know. I .. urgh.. _sorry Maybe I'll 'ave Truckie take a look at it.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Tch. Dummkopf. My medigun may not be a veapon, but repairing it ist not ein easy task eizher.

[And he'll start moving again, back towards their base.]

...it ist your dezision.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He actually looks up at that.*

What 'appened t' yer medigun?

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

[Medic stops, but doesn't turn. He merely reaches for his glasses to push them back up his nose.]

It... Zhe modifications I did to heal und übercharge you. It did not take zhem vell. Iit produced too much energy, overheated und shortcuited. Zhe dragon's fire did zhe rest. It ist mostly a chunk of molten metal at zhis moment.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Oh.

*Well that cuts through his stupor he seems to be in. He actually feels a bit bad that he's partially the cause of Medic's gun no longer working.*

That fixable?

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

I am not sure. I haff been trying to take apart vhat ist still recognizable und reconstruct zhe plans.

Maybe I can fix it.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Well.. Here's hopin' it's salvageable. All we've got left of home seems t' be our weapons.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

I do not mind zhem being zhe only zhings ve haff hier from home.

[Here comes some reluctant admitting.]

...just as long as ve do not haff to use zhem against one anozher vhen zhere ist no true reason for doing so.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Don't tell me you loike it here better?

I can't say I miss gettin' killed or horribly injured on a daily basis. And I'm not real eager t' continue th' Administrator's war if I'm not gettin' paid.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

In a vay... I do. I never joined zhat var because I had zhe choize anyvay. Und even if it gets boring hier at times... At least ve are free to do vhat ve vant.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Free t' sit around an' be bored.

You ain't a slave t' th' job. You can quit whenever you want. Probably already made a boatload of money anyway.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Maybe. But vhat zhen? Vhat vould you do after quitting BLU? How much of a normal life do you still haff left after-... How long haff you been vorking for zhem now?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Twelve years.

I hadn't thought that much about. Probably travel. There's plenty 'f places I ain't been yet.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Hrn. Hardly surprising choize. Zhough not one I vould consider for myself. Zhere are... Several plazes I vould razher not return to.

[bye_to_yer_head]

What would you do then? Or do I not want t' know?

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

I haff no idea. After about zhirty years on different battlefields it gets hard to remember zhere are ozher zhings as vell.