Fandom Red Vs Blu: The Very Retarded Battle. (TF2 Roleplay.)

[Furious Finch]

The revolver was still aimed squarely at Lee. "Magnifique. Back to the window."

 

[IncensedShedinja]

He headed back to the window. "Okay, now what?"

 

[Furious Finch]

"Put your gun on the desk."

 

[IncensedShedinja]

"As long as you promise not to steal it, because I will smack a bitch if they do." He reluctantly put his gun on the desk.

 

[Furious Finch]

He lurches forward and snatches away the SMG, holding it under his arm and checking the mag.

 

[IncensedShedinja]

It's loaded with only 17 rounds. He glared angrily at the Medic. "What. Did I. Just tell you."

 

[Furious Finch]

He closes it back up and aims it toward the door, keeping the revolver trained on Lee. "Open the desk. Put all its contents that you can find onto the surface. Now."

 

[IncensedShedinja]

"So impatient..." He opened the desk and examined its' contents.

 

[Furious Finch]

There's not much to speak of. A really old six shooter that looks to only have one bullet ready to be fired at a moment's notice, a pair of cracked spectacles, a box of cigars, a clipboard that's smudged from time and a small remote.

 

[IncensedShedinja]

He takes each of the items out and places them on the desk, starting with the clipboard, the box of cigars, the cracked spectacles, the small remote and finally the six-shooter. "No hats here."

 

[Furious Finch]

He approaches to look at the small remote, surprised that he wasn't fired at. "Press any button on that remote."

 

[IncensedShedinja]

He sighed once more and pressed a random button on the remote.

 

[Furious Finch]

A voice sounded over the aged speakers. Prerecorder. "Emergency psychotic breakdown lockdown override. Power restoration initiated. Estimated time of completion, four hours. Have a nice day!"

 

[IncensedShedinja]

"What the hell is that?!" He yelled at the Medic angrily.

 

[Furious Finch]

"Well. I assume that means the respawn equipment will soon return to full functionality." he shrugged. "I may also have alerted the entire building to my presence as well. So..." he trailed off, then abruptly tossed his revolver up into the air, snatching away the smaller six shooter and plugging Lee with it in his apparent shooting arm. The gun is crap and the bullet was low quality, but it still goes off with a krak and the bullet cuts its way into Lee's arm. In the same fluid motion, Ramond tosses the six shooter to the side and catches his own revolver by the handle, flipping it back up to hold it properly and making a break for the doors.

 

[IncensedShedinja]

He yelled out in pain and growled angrily, now clutching his arm with his other hand and quickly looking around for his SMG.

 

[Furious Finch]

He kept hold of it apparently as he takes cover by the door. It is busted open by a rocket of all things and several mercenaries pour in, a Pyro giving Lee a hateful scowl as it shoulders past a Team Captain clad Soldier loading another rocket into his weapon. Ramond is quick on the draw and slips into their midst, giving a solid pistolwhip to an Engineer and sending him falling to the ground holding his spasming shoulder. He follows up by turning sideways to catch the turning Soldier with a .357 straight to the forehead, sending his Team Captain flopping off his head, and another two revolver shots nail the Pyro in the gut and leg before they can even finish turning, dropping them to the floor with a muffled cry.


The other mercenaries remaining were a two Scouts and another Pyro with a shotgun. The Heavies had yet to arrive it seemed. He unloads the remaining bullets in the SMG at the Scouts to hold them off, blowing one off his feet in the process, and the Pyro covers its eyes with a shout, firing blindly. A heaping of buckshot grazes by Ramond's vision and he counts another lucky star, surging toward the Pyro and parrying their shotgun out of the way with the SMG, sending both guns clattering to the floor. He grabs the Pyro's head and slams it down to his knee, delivering a vicious thud into their forehead that not even an inch of rubber could resist. Seeing the surviving Scout readying a scattergun, Ramond grabbed the Pyro around the neck and held them close as a meatrubber shield, and they cried out in agony as the Scout fired two shells straight into their back out of desparation.


Ramond fired a fourth revolver shot to get the Scout in the neck, dropping the Pyro's quivering body and snatching up a dropped pistol the Engineer was carrying, stamping onto the back of his neck to drive the point home and finish him off.

 

[IncensedShedinja]

Lee could only watch in abject horror as Ramond quickly dispatched of a small army of his teammates with seemingly little effort. He didn't know what to do to combat this besides make a mad dash for his gold-plated SMG. He was in almost no condition to fight unless he wanted to fire his weapon with his left hand, and he knew he wouldn't be very accurate.


Welp, there wasn't much else to do. He ran like hell for his SMG.

 

[Furious Finch]

He just smirked at the Sniper and pocketed his revolver in his coat, snatching up the scattergun and hurrying down out of sight into more of the facility. The SMG will turn out to have been emptied... but at least it wasn't scratched or stolen. There's some blood spattered on it.

 

[IncensedShedinja]

He grabbed it quickly and checked his pockets with his right hand, sighing in relief as he took out a spare clip and reloaded the SMG. If he wanted to catch up with the Medic, he'd have to act fast. Clutching the weapon in his left hand, he tried to chase the doctor despite the distracting pain in his right arm.

 

[Furious Finch]

Alarms began to sound throughout the BLU base and dozens of mercs mobilized in preparation for a variety of events. Half of them thought they were just under attack and cleared out the interior of the building. Lucky for Ramond.


He hid behind a set of drawers as the two death squad Heavies bounded toward the head office followed by a Medic each bearing ready Ubercharges. He waited a moment for the last scurrying footsteps of some ratbag Sniper zipping his pants up still and carrying a freshly scented yellow jar to run past after them, giggling with mischief. Ramond gagged and slipped out in the other direction, creeping back along the catwalks above the warehouses.


A Soldier caught sight of him and called out "SPY", launching himself into a rocketjump toward the catwalks. Ramond took aim with the shotgun and, with one hand and one shot, blew the Soldier's helmet off his head in midair. The Soldier screamed as his body bounced off of the railing and tumbled back down into the crates, barrels and tables below, a handful of Scouts taking potshots from below with pistols as Ramond resumed his rush to escape.

 

[Furious Finch]

Lee would narrowly avoid being absolutely demolished by the Heavies and one of the Medics would stop by to heal his wound up.

 

[IncensedShedinja]

He smiled at one of the Medics and held the SMG in his right hand again. "Thanks, doc!" Soon after, he'd resume his pursuit of the Medic though he's a bit far behind.

 

[Furious Finch]

Ramond, the daring Medic assassin, found his escape route thoroughly blocked by Sentry placements and had to think of a new way out. Finding himself being hunted by a Pyro with extra thick hazardous disposal equipment and accessories he weaved his way back up through the facility and doubled back at the catwalks, heading through some of the BLU barracks. Lee would be able to join the Pyro's hunting party of a Demoknight with an axe, a Demoman with just a bottle drunkenly cheering and whooping with them, a Soldier with a double barrelled shotgun and another Spy hurrying along with an expensive looking hand cannon of a revolver... but with flashing Christmas lights strapped to it. Despite looking so silly, he seemed rather cheerful as he jogged at a brisk pace with everyone, the Pyro in the lead.


Ramond manoeuvred the shotgun under his arm and cocked it whilst he ran, readying it again as he came upon an elevator that just happened to arrive at precisely that moment! A Pyro and a Scout were arguing inside it from what he could tell, but it didn't matter. The doors pinged open and he blew the Scout's head apart with the shotgun, scaring the hell out of the Pyro, whom clutched their fire axe tightly as the others rounded the corner of the barracks in the distance. Ramond stepped into the elevator, eyeing the Pyro as he slammed one of the buttons and the doors closed, the HazPyro roaring with fury as it rushed the elevator, flamethrower vomiting fire all over the metal doors uselessly.


The Spy called out "Hold the elevator" as they had approached, but to no avail.

 

[IncensedShedinja]

Lee snarled in rage. Now this Medic was tearing his teammates apart and he felt almost powerless to stop him. "Damnit, I should've shot him the first chance I got!" He clenched his left fist tightly and stomped the ground with his left foot. He had barely any ideas on how to catch that bloody Medic.