Tenth Rocket Jump

[unlessitsafarm]

-Ladies and gentlemen, this is 849 Goldberg Street. And for those of you who are not already familiar with it, THIS is the home of the Soldier.

He is drunk. And so is muffled_noises. And they have pots on their heads.

What are they doing with pots on their heads? They are ramming each other.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is 849 Goldberg Street. And this is not unusual.-

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[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself!

*He puts the pot back down over his eyes and starts posturing again.*

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

What are you, a coward?

[thenorthernwall]

An intelligent member of the species. Besides, someone has to call the doctor when you both get concussed.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

HA! Who the hell do you think we ARE, woman!

[thenorthernwall]

[Is that an extra pot on the ground? FINE! She somehow lifts it up with the toe of her boot, kicking it into her hand and brandishing it with ease.]

I know exactly who you are: a couple of idiots.

I am Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong. Don't call me woman!

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

I'll call you a WOMAN until you wield your weapon. -He motions to the pot.- And face me in the RING OF HONOR!

[thenorthernwall]

I'm not concussing myself, you idiot. I'll duel you properly.

[Holding it aloft, and you better RUN, cause she's aiming for YOUR FACE!]

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-It gets in. Right beneath the put. Right in the face.-

[thenorthernwall]

[She pauses, hopping back as if she'd landed a fencing blow...

And Solly, hate to say it, but she laughs. Long and loud.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro's laughing, too.*

...And I'm tappin' that.

[thenorthernwall]

[And HER pot collides with the one on Pyro's head. Intentionally.]

Not for long, with that attitude.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*!!

He stumbles, but doesn't fall over.*

Hey! I'm drunk! I'm sorry!

[thenorthernwall]

[OLIVIER USES SNEER!]

No. Excuse. Be respectful!

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He looks like a scolded, drunk puppy.*

...Sorry.

[thenorthernwall]

Hn. [She crosses her arms, still holding the pot in her hand. In fact, she twirls it a bit.] He should be fine once his nose stops bleeding.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Soldier is... suddenly laughing. Loudly.-

[thenorthernwall]

[She rounds on him!] What?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

YOU are the woman he's been so hung up about?!

[thenorthernwall]

Yes, I am. [And looking down her nose at you, Soldier. Though Pyro saying or doing anything about it is news to her!] What of it?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Well if you can put me down in one, I am DAMN PROUD to have you associated with Reliable Excavation and Demolition, by god!

[thenorthernwall]

[.........Is he serious?]

It wasn't that hard. You're too drunk to react at all. [And now she is ALL SMILES, about half of them directed over at Pyro.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro just grins and wobbles a little on his feet.*

This isn't much different than normal.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Still laughing. And snorting blood from his nose.-

[thenorthernwall]

This explains a lot.