“I dun know what happened… Why am I in th’ RED base… Why am I in Damien’s bed… WHY IS HE CUDDLED UP T’ ME!?”
-looking through her drawers when she finds this- GodDAMN I remember this! :o
OOC: Oh lawd, this is old. Lookit dat shading. XD I’m still proud of this, though. It’s always an adorable memory to stumble across. Hannah you’re making me take a trip down memory lane because of this.
Monty smirked at her muffled snicker. The fucker did deserve it, he bruised her ribs for quite a damn while, then again, she could have let them healed more by going strait to her Medic instead of hiding it. She silently hoped the scout suffered longer than she did. It wasn’t a very nice thing, but he’d been an ass to her. “Make sure you give him a good smack, eh love?”
“You’re still special in my eyes, and if I’m not mistaken, you’re talkin’ ‘bout Leroy, yeah? Think I got one of his letters to you by accident. Sorry honey, but I kept it and responded to it before givin’ it to you.” Monty looked away sheepishly, not that she was embarrassed, but she didn’t think Zam’d ever find out. Too late now.
“Being a fucking nerd. He’s been getting into foreign languages recently. He and Montressor’ve been babbling back and forth in Italian for a while… Otherwise just being a bookworm and working out.” Monty shrugged, he was so predictable, sometimes she had a hard time believing that they were related, let alone TWINS. “Mad? Hell-fuck-naw. Dame doesn’t get mad, let alone at the little babe he had a thing for at one point in time.”
“And if he doesn’t? I’ll just mess him over more. Like this!” Monty pulled off the cowgirl hat and messed up the beauty’s short hair, creating instant bed-head.
“Noooo! They can’t take you away from me!” She wrapped her arms and legs around the poor girl, holding her close and rocking back and forth, pretending to cry wildly. “Yoou can’t leeeeeve me, baby!”
Zamira’s laugh quieted down to a slight chuckle, only to rise back up to a giggle. “Yeah, Ah sure will. He might be rather confused, though,” she smirked, sticking her tongue out childishly before sighing slightly as she calmed back down. There were several Scouts at her temporary base, though… She’ll just have to find the one that seemed to have more difficulties breathing compared to the rest, now, won’t she? It shouldn’t be too hard. If all else fails, ask a Medic.
She nodded at the mention of Leroy. He was probably the only other RED she knew, besides Monty, Damien, and Montressor. She smirked at the memory of running into him at the base, but snapped back to reality at the mention of a letter. Leroy? Writing a letter? Was that even possible? … Could he even write? “Nah, Ah dun think it was a letter t’ me. He dun write t’ me. Must o’ been fer ya. Why ya actin’ like it was a bad thang that ya wrote back t’ him?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. It was obvious the girl didn’t mind either way. Honestly, it was Monty, the woman she trusted her life with more than anybody else out here! A simple postal mistake wasn’t that bad, even if it were true.
“Oh? Cool. That was rather fast. Does he know anythin’ besides Italian?” she perked up slightly, obviously interested. Damien being a bookworm? That was nothing new. Working out? Not only was that nothing new, it was expected. He was soldier, and he worked in a war. Zamira would have been concerned if he WASN’T working out. She visibly relaxed at the assurance that he wasn’t mad. “Yeah… Ah guess ye’re right… That’s what Ah was really worried ‘bout. Ah thought he might’ve been upset ‘bout that, an’ he still hadn’t gotten over it…”
A high pitch shriek wormed its way out of Zamira’s throat, the girl desperately trying to grab her hat while stopping the messing of her hair. Obviously, it didn’t work, and she glared up at Monty slightly. She couldn’t hold her smile for long, and soon she was laughing as she tried to smooth her hair back into its original state. “Gosh dang it, Monty,” she muttered with a hiccup of a giggle. Luckily, her short hair prevented any knots from forming, so she soon had it back to normal. With a huff she reached for her hat, yanking it back onto her head.
“Ah’m sorry, Ah dun have a choice!” she replied, doing her best to squirm out of Monty’s grasp. No luck. She was stuck. “Ah dun wanna leave, but it ain’t my choice. Ah’m sorry… Ya still have me fer ‘bout a month or so, though.”
“Obviously not. But tha good news is that I got my revenge… I actually broke his rib whereas he just bruised mine. I hit him with the blunt side of my Axetinguisher. You could tell that it broke by the wet crunch his side made.” Monty shook her head, hiding a smile. Normally, she wouldn’t take revenge on anyone, but that Scout had a problem with being oblivious. Hopefully he leaned his lesson.
“So, ya actually had to fight? Damn, kid. Ever had to kill anyone?” Monty ran a hand through her longer hair, playing with the bit in front of her ear. Monty couldn’t imagine killing anyone. Something would have to put her over the edge in order for that to happen. She prayed she would never get to that point. “And MVP? Look at’choo, Zammy! My little sister’s amounting to something amazing.” Monty reached over and hugged the girl, resting her head on Montanna’s stomach. “I’m proud of you.”
“It’s been lonely with out you. Been spending most of my time with Dame.” Monty stuck her finger in her mouth and pretended to gag, giggling afterwards. Yes, she loved her twin, but he was a quiet kid and didn’t really know how to have fun. His fun was books, hers was living by her own rules and living like every day was her last.
“Everyone’s been alright, no real changes aside from that damn Scout…” Monty shrugged, toying with the hair that had leaked from Zamira’s hat. Monty was thankful nothing much had changed. There was a safety in her job that other REDs or BLUs didn’t. The bases were calm, aside from the occasional idiot who didn’t last very long. You played by the rules, or you died.
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On the other side of the wall, Damien leaned against his wall, listening in on his sister and her friend. He wasn’t trying to be sneaky, he too was curious as to how Zamira had been away from TeuFort, and he had a feeling that Monty would kick him out of the room if he did come in, so he remained slumped against the wall, straining his ears to pick up the two girl’s voices.
Zamira laughed, a hand flying up to cover her mouth and (hopefully) muffle the sound. She felt bad for laughing at the pain of a comrade, but the moron deserved it. Anyone stupid enough to do what he did deserves it. “Geez, that must o’ hurt… Ah wonder how he’s feelin’ now… Ah’ll have t’ see if Ah can find him when I go back,” she sighed, focusing up on the ceiling.
“Well o’ course Ah had t’ fight, though Ah did my best t’ avoid it. Ah knew someone on the other side, an’ Ah di’n’ wanna end up against him. Ah think he was thinkin’ the same thang, Ah never saw him on the field…” she paused thoughtfully, “Nah, Ah di’n’ kill anyone. Ah dun like it. It feels… Wrong,” she shrugged, only to immediately burst into a grin as she was pulled into the hug, “It’s not that big a deal, they jus’ thought Ah was doin’ a good job… A lot o’ people got ‘em,” she said quietly, cuddling closer to Monty.
The Scout giggled, shaking her head. Poor Damien. “Well Ah’m glad ya at least spent time with someone else. What’s he been up t’?” she asked, looking up with a mildly curious expression. After a moment she looked to the side, a slightly sad expression crossing her face. “Hey, Monty? Is Damien mad at me or somethin’?” she sighed, “I dunno why but, it jus’ kinda feels like it.”
“Good… An’ that Scout’ll prob’ly leave ya alone now,” she smiled, looking up at the hair Monty was playing with. She huffed slightly, blowing up at the stray hairs. Why couldn’t they just stay where they belonged? Oh well, it was a disadvantage to having short hair…
“Oh, Ah should prob’ly tell ya… Ah dun think Ah’m gonna be here fer long. Maybe a li’l over a month. They’re transferin’ me somewhere else, Ah heard,” she looked up with an apologetic smile, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. “Dun get too used t’ me bein’ here.”
“You haven’t missed much, really. The base’s been quiet, as it usually is. That damn scout who bashed my ribs in that one time tried to be a hero and snag our intel about a week ago. Thankfully I spotted him from the roof, woke up dame and we caught him before he snuck out through our spiral. Dame beat the shit out of him and tossed him in front of his base, giving the sniper on watch a wave. Otherwise… nothing too exciting has happened.”
Monty shrugged and closed her door, giving the hallway one final glance-over to make sure no doors were ajar. She joined her friend on her bed, letting out a sigh, taking in the fact that she was really there. The fire in her room was only coals, but the room none-the-less smelled like cedar, a new favorite of Monty’s. She had begun burning it whenever she craved a cigarette and it had begun working for her.
“What happened whilst you were at wherever-the-fuck-ya-were?” Monty grabbed on of her pillows and leaned back, her hands behind her head as she relaxed, her eyes on Zamira the whole time, her legs kicking childishly back and forth off her bed, her heels making soft PAT noises when they made contact with the floor.
“Ah see… Heh, silly Damien…” she chuckled, shaking her head. That scout was really giving them a hard time… Then again, that just meant he was doing his job. She couldn’t do anything about it, especially since she couldn’t risk others knowing about her friendship with people on the opposite team… Damn. “He really ain’t a bright one, is he?” she asked, falling backwards with a soft thud.
Zamira closed her eyes with a sigh, thinking about Well. She took a moment to take a deep breath, appreciating the scent. Reminded her of camping.
“Eh, not much really happened. Got a couple MVPs, captured the intel maybe once ‘r twice. Met a couple new people, but Ah di’n’ really get the chance t’ know them. My own darn fault fer not tryin’ very hard,” a quiet laugh, “Met a couple people Ah had met when they passed through here. One o’ them di’n’ know anythin’ ‘bout farmin’ or rodeos! Ah couldn’t believe it. Ah was gonna see if Ah could find one out there an’ drag him t’ it, but I never got the chance,” she shrugged slightly, “It was relatively quiet an’ borin’ aside from weekly battles.”
After a moment of silence she chuckled. “The more Ah think ‘bout it, it was actually a lot like here. Jus’, different people. Ah was kinda lonely,” Zamira sighed, turning her head to look at Monty. “How’s everybody else been?”
“Nah, stay here with me, babe.” Monty playfully and gently bit the Scout’s tongue for a moment, letting it go. Shortly after Monty raspberried the girl’s cheek, lacing their fingers together. She was just overwhelmed with feelings, and wanted to be as close to the girl as she could be.
“Nah, you’re mine for now, love. I’mma keep you all to myself.” Monty nuzzled the girl’s cheek, smirking up at her twin. “And yeah, he hasn’t come up with anything good lately, but I’ll find a rebuttal later.”
“So sue me, I honestly thought I wouldn’t.” She gazed into the girl’s eyes, resting her forehead on hers again. “We’re gonna flood the floor with tears at this rate.” She laughed happily.
Montanna quickly rolled off the girl and helped her up, wiping her tears away and breathing a sigh of relief, opening the door to her room and looking around, hoping the tackle’s thump wouldn’t alert anyone else. Montressor wasn’t a worry, he’d probably want to spend some time with her as well if he found her in the base. “Get in ‘ere.”
“Ah never said Ah was actually gonna go anywhere,” Zamira chuckled, giggling insanely at the raspberry. It tickled. She snuggled closer to Monty, perfectly content with the moment. If she was a cat, she’d probably be purring.
“What, no sharin’?” more giggling, combined with the widest grin she could possibly have. She looked so much like a kid in a candy store. Actually, this was better than a kid in a candy store. She finally had her best friend/sister back, even if it was only for a short amount of time… “Ah’m sure ya will. Ya always do,” she laughed slightly, “An’ it’ll come out o’ nowhere.”
“Ah, c’mon. Ya should know better than that. If ya di’n’ come visit me again, Ah’d probably end up marchin’ over here an’ demandin’ ya pay attention t’ me,” she laughed again, smiling up at Monty, “Hey, it needs the water. This place is drier than the other base, Ah swear,” Zamira chuckled, reaching up and wiping at her own eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cried so happily.
Zamira hopped up with Monty’s help, quickly brushing off any dirt/dust that had decided to attach itself to her clothing while they were on the floor. She quickly slipped inside the room, immediately plopping onto the edge of the bed with a content smile. “A’ight, so what all did Ah miss while Ah was away? That is, anythin’ ya di’n’ include in yer letters,” she looked up at Monty with curious eyes. She decided it was best to hold back the avalanche of questions she wanted to ask.
Shock. Pure and utter shock. Then a snicker. She ran her hand through her hair. “Am I dreaming?” It wasn’t until the girl had reached out and touched the Scout’s cheek, cupping her face that she got her answer.
Monty hiccuped back tears as she stared into the girl’s eyes, pulling the girl to her and resting her forehead on hers, holding her tightly in her arms. Monty kissed the girl’s cheek after tackling her out of her room and into the hall, giggling happily. “You little shit, disappearing on me and then jumping me while I’m asleep.” Monty lay on top of the Scout, holding her close as a door nearby opened.
“Miss Zamira…” Damien poked his head out of his door, alarmed by the thump and giggling. He smiled down at the two girls.
“OI. I’m having an intimate moment here. You can have her later.” Monty winked at her twin who went back into his room with a retort about ‘wearing protection’. The brunette stuck her tongue out at the now closed door. “That’s his best retort, yet. God DAMN I missed you.” Monty snuggled the girl, her tears falling onto her cheeks.
“If ye’re dreamin’ then so am Ah,” Zamira had replied, right before being tackled into the hall. She giggled with Monty, practically clinging to her. “Ah could jus’ go back t’ bein’ gone, if ya dun want me appearin’ out o’ nowhere?” she teased, sticking her tongue out with another giggle.
Her head popped up off the floor when the door opened, the Scout freezing slightly. When she noticed it was just Damien she relaxed with a sigh, smiling up at him. “What, Ah’m jus’ gonna be passed ‘round like a toy now?” she asked with another giggle, simply shaking her head at Damien’s reply. “Is it? Ah haven’t really heard any others lately,” she said, smiling slightly.
“Missed ya, too,” Zamira said, burying her face in Monty’s shoulder. When she felt the tears she looked up with concern, somehow managing to free one arm and reach up. “Monty, dun cry. Ye’re actin’ like ya thought ya’d never see me again,” she smiled slightly, though it was obvious she was trying not to cry.
“C’mon, let’s go in yer room before someone walks by an’ Ah get in trouble fer bein’ in the wrong base,” she chuckled slightly, quickly glancing up and down the hall, “Ah dun wanna get hurt on my first day back. Besides, it’s gonna be hard t’ catch up when we’re layin’ on the floor, dun ya think?” she arched an eyebrow before looking up (or rather, behind her) and reaching back to grab her hat. Apparently, it had flown off some time during the tackling and snuggling.
[Mun: And ALONE? Guuuuurl, what’choo plannin’, some sorta homoerotic- I’m kidding. XD]
Monty was sound asleep, thankfully she was a very light sleeper and blinked a few times upon hearing the knock.
“It’s open, Dame.” She assumed it was her brother coming to wake her up, seeing as it was past noon, and he had a habit of waking her up after she took a nap after sha made breakfast for the RED base. She had willingly taken up cooking dinner and breakfast for the group, seeing as no one else could really be counted on, and she knew Montressor would set fire to the damn base if he even cooked a poptart.
The brunette sat up, brushing the longer part of her hair back after stretching, waiting for the person she thought was her twin to open the door and tell her as always to, ‘Get up, you were up earlier, you shouldn’t be sleeping now.’ Monty would reply with her classic snicker and smirk and agree. She would slip out of bed and retreat to talk to Montressor or up to the roof, then later slink down to the kitchen and begin cooking supper.
“Uh, Dame, I’m not naked. You can come in, ya know…” Monty raised an eyebrow at the door. Maybe it was Montressor, normally he would wait a while out of respect before coming in. “Montressor? That you?” Monty got out of her bed and walked over to the door, leaning on the doorframe. “Again, I’m not naked, you can come in…”
OOC: Totally planning something homoerotic. You know me so well. XD
Zamira bit her lip at Monty’s reply, covering her mouth with one hand as she glanced around. If she was caught, she’d be dead. But honestly, it was too amusing to just stand there and see how she reacted. The Scout had been hoping that Monty would open the door, so she could just fly in and tackle her. Apparently this would not be the case. Darn, she’d have to open it herself…
But, seriously? Damien? Montressor? Did she really sound that much like a man? Zamira, you might want to get that checked out. Maybe something was messed up in a battle. Getting hit by a train (or more) can do that, even with respawn. Maybe she could ask Montressor about it, if/when she dropped by to say howdy…
The Scout shook her head, focusing on the task at hand. Monty obviously had no idea it was her. Was this good or bad? A mixture of both, maybe. It meant that her visit would be that much more of a surprise, but it also meant that her reaction might draw unwanted attention… Meh, that wasn’t a problem.
“Ah’d certainly hope ye’re not naked. It’s the middle o’ the day,” she said, gripping the doorknob and slowly opening the door to peak inside. She looked up at Monty with a smile, “Do Ah really sound that much like a guy?”
Home. Zamira was finally home… Or, well, close enough. Her old base practically was home with how long she had been there before her brief time at a new base. And now? Now she was back. Not for too long, though. She’d overheard talk of possibly being transferred elsewhere… But, for now, she was back. And boy, did she have a lot to do before they dragged her away again.
First of all, she had to get at least somewhat situated in her new room. She was going to be here for a while, might as well be comfortable. While unpacking some necessary items, she stumbled across two of the most precious. A lighter, and some dried flowers. What could possibly be so special about such ordinary items? Well, it wasn’t truly the items themselves, but who gave them to her.
These objects brought to mind the second item on her To Do List. Surprising Monty and Damien with her sudden return. More specifically, surprising Monty. Damien didn’t seem to care as much that she had left… Heck, did he even really say good bye? Everything after the sobbing farewell with Monty was a dark and confusing blur…
Pocketing the lighter, the young Scout left her room with a soft smile on her face. She glanced around before casually sneaking out, finding her way into the RED base without a problem. She still remembered exactly where to go, and before she knew it Monty’s bedroom door was right in front of her. She could only hope that said-Pyro was in there, and alone…
With a deep breath, Zamira knocked. “Monty, ya in there…?”
The results are in, TFI employees:
- Battle Summary:
RED team stepped up their game this week! Based on an unconventional method of Engineer capture, BLU managed to make one steal, however, that was not enough for them to win. As the round was coming to a close, RED persisted their way to making the last steal, ultimately leading to their victory.
- Intel Capture Tally:
• Desidéria Serafim.
• Hana Wilson.
- WINNER:
- MVPS:
• 1st: Leroy O’Leary. 1st: Anja Engström.
• 2nd: Dr. Evana Hejlesen. 2nd: Hana Wilson.
• 3rd: ’Zmeya’ 3rd: Zamira Strider.As always, MVPS will receive a bonus in their paychecks. Anyone with lasting damage from battles should see their team’s medic immediately. Problems with respawn should be reported to administration.
MVP? What? She hardly accomplished anything that battle… Heck, did she even shoot anybody? Doubt it… “Ah well. I ain’t gonna question it,” and with that, it was time to find the other MVPs and congratulate them… Along with introduce herself. Cough.
