Eighth Rocket Jump

[unlessitsafarm]

-Ladies and gentlemen of Goldberg Street... A car has just blown up. A literal explosion + fireball.

Why, do you ask? What is the cause of all this ruckus?

Well there are two men, you see. Two men dressed in red. And they are both drunk. And bored. And have deadly weapons.

They are playing dodgeball with rockets.-

HA HAAA! That was a good one! Let's see if we can hit something bigger! Get ready!

[[ Pyro and Soldier are playing the most awesome of TF2 games, DODGEBALL, of course they are playing the Soldier VS Pyro variant. They aren't aiming at each other (except for Soldier's initial firing of a rocket at Pyro in the first place), but rather reflecting rockets into other objects.

They might just hit your house. ]]

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[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I'm ready, shit, just shoot it!

*And there Pyro stands with his flamethrower readied.*

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-ROCKET HO!-

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*AND BACK IT GOES...Oh hell, is it going towards someone's fence?*

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Hmm... a bit off course.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Wanna try again?

*Ignore the flying shards of fence.*

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[Ichabod ducks from behind his window inside his study to see his car literally blow up in his driveway.]

Oh shi-!

[He slowly peeks out and blinks, getting a very wonderful view of his now destroyed car and looks around to find the culprit from the safety of his house.]

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

MMM, you smell that? SMELLS LIKE WAR!

[paysyoursalary.livejournal.com]

[The Administrator had heard the explosion and come to investigate.

Hanging back somewhat out of sight, she's pleased with what she sees. Not only do RED Solider and Pyro both have weapons, they are both extremely liable to blow each other to burnt crispy bits.

That would be worth seeing. She hangs out of site behind one of the houses, and watches them from there. She's not really very...stealthy, but her men will most likely be too into their game to notice her. At least that's what she's counting on.]

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Oh my, that one came a bit close, didn't it boss lady?-

[paysyoursalary.livejournal.com]

[A bit, but it doesn't seem to phase her. She simply regards the scar on the landscape and decides that getting blown up might put a dent in future plans.

Don't think she's going too far. She's simply taking better cover and waiting for a tell-tale "OH SHI-" or piercing scream that would signal what she's waiting for.

She's even smoking a cigarette while she waits.]

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Soldier's no sniper. He can't spot a hot cherry from where he's standing.-

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[The Captain was walking home, seeming cheerful. He was a little lost but he didn't care. He was also a little drunk.

Then a car beside him exploded!]

☠☠☠☠!

[He went stumbling sideways and fell on his ☠☠☠☠. Looking around he spotted the two other drunks.]

Was that you two ☠☠☠☠?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

No, it was some other guys with a flamethrower and a rocket launcher.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

☠☠☠☠ you guys...

[He wasn't in the mood for this. He gets up and goes over, grabbing the car door. Crouching down and giving a grunt, straining to lift what remained of the car door with both hands. Walking towards them.]

You ☠☠☠☠ are going to wait until I pass by. No more rockets my way. You got it?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Dodging explosive projectiles is an important part of an active and healthy lifestyle on the battlefield, son. You look like you could use the practice.

Anything goes against The Captain.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

I will ☠☠☠☠ your world Mr. Ugly. Get out of the way.

[The Captain was huffing now, alcohol and lifting heavy things was a stupid idea. He stumbled a bit but still kept a general forward motion.]

[hateslonglines.livejournal.com]

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Sorry about that crater in your lawn, Austria.-

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Which is, at the moment, ill advised unless one particularly enjoys hopping over explosive projectiles. If so, then Roy will feel right at home with these chucklefucks!-

[inb4gar.livejournal.com]

[And here's Shirou seeing this all from his and Soldier's house. He's not really happy about it either, so he'll be rushing outside to the front door.]

HEY!!!

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Have a beer, son. It's rec time.

[inb4gar.livejournal.com]

... it's what time?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

RECREATION, PRIVATE!

[inb4gar.livejournal.com]

First of all, I'm not a soldier! I'm a civilian!

Second of all, you just destroyed someone's car! That's not only illegal but a huge sign just begging for cops to arrest you for putting people in danger!