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RED Soldier | Team Fortress 2

[hates_hippies]

[Action]

[Hey Institute, were you sleeping at around five o'clock in the morning? Yes? WELL THAT'S JUST TOO DAMN BAD! Why? Because immediately around this time is when Soldier's voice will be echoing through the school's hallways. It's almost like he's walking down each corridor screaming into a megaphon-

Oh wait, that's exactly what he's doing. He's even got a tape recorder playing that really loud and obnoxious bugle sound effect you hear in boot camp.]

RISE AND SHINE, MAGGOTS! TODAY IS THE START OF A NEW DAY AND MOTHER NATURE SURE AS HELL ISN'T GOING TO STOP MR. SUN FROM SHINING JUST BECAUSE YOU WORTHLESS PILES OF CHUM WANT TO GET YOUR PRECIOUS Z'S! ON YOUR FEET, SOLDIERS, THERE'S WORK TO BE DONE! COME ON, MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!

YOU DIDN'T SEE ABE LINCOLN SLEEPING WHEN HE SMACKED THE JAPANESE ARMY WITH A CHERRY TREE THE SIZE OF NEW JERSEY JUST SO HE COULD TAKE BACK HIS STOLEN PILE OF TWINKIES, DID YOU?!

[du_bist_also_haesslich]

[Today is not a good day for this. Medic had only just attempted to fall asleep (in his office, of course -- work to be done!) and now ... this. This thing that was happening.

The door to his office suddenly opened and out stepped one sleep-deprived and grumpy former doctor. With a dove on his shoulder.]

Must you?! Not only are you loud, you are wrong und loud! SHUT UP.

[hates_hippies]

[Oh hey, Doc. I hope you realize that this is Soldier, and thus he gives no fucks about your problems. Mostly because he doesn't realize they exist. Sorry, bro.]

WRONG? I'M ABOUT AS WRONG AS GEORGE WASHINGTON WHEN HE RIPPED OUT THE HEART OF NAPOLEON BONAPARTE AND FED IT TO HIS PET GOLDFISH SPARKY! THAT IS TO SAY, NOT WRONG AT ALL!

IT'S HISTORY, DOC, LOOK IT UP!!!

[du_bist_also_haesslich]

[Okay, composure totally lost. Time to result to screaming.]

EVERYZHING ABOUT ZHAT SENTENCE VAS WRONG, TOO! YOU NEED TO LOOK IT UP BEFORE I ZHROW MY COLLECTION OF HISTORY BOOKS AT YOU SO I CAN SHOW YOU JUST HOW WRONG YOU ARE!

[hates_hippies]

[Okay, now he looks confused.]

Those things were books? I thought they were bricks! I even made a fort in the middle of the cafeteria out of them and ducttape!

[du_bist_also_haesslich]

...

[The blankest of blank looks.]

You did vhat vizh my books?

[hates_hippies]

Doc, I already explained this to you. Honestly, if you're going to make me repeat myself then this conversation is clearly going nowhere.

[du_bist_also_haesslich]

[He is completely dumbfounded.]

Tell me, vhat bricks heff you seen that open und heff writing inside of zhem?

[He turns to the bird on his shoulder and lowers his voice.]

Und zhey call me crazy! Zhey must heff a completely new vord for him!

[hates_hippies]

Ooo, ooo, I know the answer to this question! The ones in my fort!

[...the fact that he says this so enthusiastically is kind of depressing.]

[du_bist_also_haesslich]

...

[Sigh. He shakes his head.]

I told you already -- zhose are not bricks. Zhey are books. I can say "books" in a different language if you do not understand zhis one.

[hates_hippies]

But how could they be books? None of them were about guns, haircuts, guns and haircuts, grillin', BBQ, Sun Tzu, or how to spine out a man's spine and beat him with it! Everyone knows those are the only REAL books around! All the others are just Canadian Propaganda designed to sell us Maple Syrup.

[du_bist_also_haesslich]

Zhere are many books about many zhings. Did you know zhere is more to life zhan zhat asinine list you rattled off?!

[niepokonany]

[Feliks, at 5 AM, is pretty sure this is probably like, forbidden by the Geneva conventions or something. And if it isn't? It should be.]

[At first, he put a pillow over his head, and when that didn't work, he groaned and flopped around unhappily for a while. But there was still noise, so rapidly, still half asleep, he started to get angry.]

[He stormed out into the boys' dorm hallway, in his powder-blue pajama pants and pony-related t-shirt and fluffy purple slippers, and put both hands on his hips.]

Oh. My god. Like, SHUT UP! WHAT IS YOUR DAMAGE?!

[hates_hippies]

YOU CALL THIS DAMAGE? HA, DAMAGE IS WHEN YOU HAVE TO SHOVE TWENTY FEET OF YOUR INTESTINE BACK INTO YOUR ABDOMEN USING NOTHING BUT A SHOVEL AND YOUR OWN BLOOD POOL!

...and glue. Lots and LOTS OF GLUE!

[niepokonany]

Okay, first? DUDE, GROSS ME OUT FOREVER! AND IT's LIKE, 5 IN THE FREAKING MORNING! LIKE, GOD, WHAT KIND OF WEIRDO IS EVEN UP THEN?!

[PS, turning your megaphone into a balloon animal, love Feliks.]

[hates_hippies]

[PFFT, LIKE THAT'G GOING TO STOP HIM]

YOU THINK THAT'S GROSS, MISSY? HA, YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET!

[Also he's going to be reshaping that balloon animal into a light saber, complete with sound effects. Sound effects that he makes, of course.]

[niepokonany]

[AT LEAST THE BUGLE MUSIC IS QUIETER NOW!]

NEWS FLASH, THAT'S TOTALLY A GOOD THING! SERIOUSLY, IT'S LIKE, OHMIGOD JUST KILL ME NOW O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING, WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?!

[hates_hippies]

My deal? You want to know what my deal is?

[Oh god, no Feliks what have you done.

Soldier fools around with his tape recorder for a few seconds, until it starts playing the Star Spangled Banner. Once it plays, Soldier tucks the recorder under his arm, pulls out a small American flag and starts waving it around while placing his hand over his heart.]

MY "DEAL" IS AMERICA! THE BEST DAMN DEAL EVER.

[niepokonany]

Ok, cool, so like, HOW DOES THAT MEAN YOU HAVE TO BE AWAKE AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!

[hates_hippies]

Because, girlie, no self-respecting American sleeps at this hour! You must be up and at'em! Ready for anything! TOUGH AS NAILS!

[niepokonany]

Well, I'm not American, and neither is my roomie, so like, go be loud somewhere else! God!

Re: RED Soldier | Team Fortress 2

[goodebyes]

[WHAT. WHAT.]

I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!

[ironoxides]

[Well, that sure is death metal being turned on as loud as it can go in this room to drown him out!!

Sabitsuki enjoys her sleep thank you very much, and apparently people screaming lyrics is easier to sleep to than some guy with a megaphone.]

Re: RED Soldier | Team Fortress 2

[hipsterbane]

Unlike other people, Reki doesn't think that reasoning with or yelling at Soldier is going to do much. Bleary eyed, she blinks owlishly at him from the peephole of her staff bedroom.

She sleepily draws a caricature of Mahmoud Ahmadenijad, cracks the door open, and with a bit of handwaving, brings it to life, a human sized but huge headed, obviously fake President of Iran. You'd have to be some kind of complete idiot to believe that was really him, right?