Back straightened and throat cleared, pushing the Demoman rather gently in the correct direction to where they needed to be heading. ”Yes, I vas born in Darmstadt… jour guess on accent was indeed correct. However, ve are not. My best friend, Heinz, he es also a German speaker… but he’s from Munich so a Bavarian accent es what jou vill here from him.” Rare anyone would pick up on his accent, he was slightly nerved by it and yet proud to have been noted for his origin.
"Und oddness es all a matter of perspective…"
Oskar continued on his previous direction for a second, as though he had known all along he was going the wrong way and was merely studying something far off on the horizon, before rejoining his guide. Already the impressive steel façade of the base was coming into view, and now he could take the initiative and lead with actual confidence. “I spent many years in Germany. We share a common tongue, but it is almost like speaking another language entirely when one crosses the border from the Sudetenland.”
He kicked a rock with the toe of his shoe, kicking up a small cloud of dust that coated the already dirtied leather. “I have seen many odd things in my time. Besides, I am more than a little odd myself. I blow things up for a living, one has to be slightly unhinged to do that as a career, no?” He slapped Matt on the back slightly harder than was friendly, chuckling to himself.
Oh, come on. You could at least carry shit. I am sure you can do that.
—You took me so literally. And I’m not the one actually… actually phrasing it that way, you know!
…Mhm. I will give you that much. I guess.
I am not as strong as I look.
[Whether that was intended as a self-deprecating reference to his skinny arms or just an egotistical quip was unclear. Either would have worked.]
Besides, this place is fairly sturdy. You have yet to have accidentally burned it down, though everything is so damp, it probably wouldn’t do much damage.
☁- Our muses in a thunderstorm.
✿- Our muses in a garden.
♫- Our muses at a concert.
☏- One of the muses giving the other a prank call.
★- Our muses looking at the stars.
†- Our muses in a church.
☤- One of our muse’s is hurt.
❤- Our muses are both alone on valentine’s day.
☢- Our muses during a radioactive breakout.
☠- One of our muse’s died, and the other is at the grave. (possibly ghost or drabble)
✈- Our muses on a plane.
▲- Our muses on an elevator.
▼- Our muses in a broken elevator.
[ If he didn’t feel it by now, the girl’s brown eyes bore into him with a sense of dullness to them. Vacancy. She doesn’t seem to be planning on dropping that stare. ]
We worked hard on fixing this place. Don’t go around destroying it for fun. When we run out of assistance in rebuilding what this game has knocked out, I’ll be sure you’re the one fixing it.
[ Well, he got a reaction out of her that wasn’t disdain. More like disgust. ]
That’s… an interesting way of putting killing someone, but okay! I hope you didn’t drink it after.
—I do enjoy it, but to be honest, I like hand-to-hand combat a lot more. Close range, in general, is my forte, but I love just the feeling of breaking someone’s nose. Or anything, really!
It’s not wrong to enjoy a fight, I don’t think.
My talents lie in swift destruction, not rebuilding. My help would just slow proceedings down.
[ Now it was Oskar’s turn to show disgust ]
Drink it? What kind of monster do you take me for? At least I am not barbecuing my victims.
But we can both appreciate a decent fight. You enjoy breaking bones, I enjoy blowing people up. It is not so different. Fire and brimstone, and all that.
… Uh, I kind of do, considering zhis place es built ento rock. I’d razher stay secured up here, thanks.
Just… be careful.
I am the very soul of caution. If I was not careful, I would not be here, would I?
I’ll give you one of the two—but I haven’t worked in a desert in a long time. I’ll give Arkansas this—the grasslands and waterfalls here are amusing. And a nice change of pace from my old base.
[ She waves a hand dismissively. ]
Just saying—we can be totally sane despite what we’re being paid to do. Yeah, we’re being paid to kill each other, but no one dies here. It’s all fun and games. Kind of.
…No. I can’t say it does.
[ Those eyes slightly narrow. ]
I mean, I’m separate from my tool of choice. What of you?
I had my fill of mountains back home. I am thankful that my job allows me to slowly dismantle the place…
[ Oksar cast his scornful eye around the battlefield: already, the base was displaying the scorch marks and missing chunks that evidenced the presence of a particularly enthusiastic demoman.]
And there is less strain on my conscience when I see the same scout I reduced to purée a few moments ago run past me again. Maybe I am separate from my weapon, but it does not stop me enjoying its use. From what I have seen of you, you share that sentiment.
[ Mouth open. Mouth close. ]
It appears that the lot of you are insane.
Hi. I’m your teammate. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?
We are all running around a desert in the middle of nowhere being paid to kill people wearing a different colour to us. We are all insane.
[A halfhearted wave]
Oskar Ritterliche. Demoman, as you might have guessed. I suppose having to stare out through a scorched gas mask might enhance one’s powers of perception somewhat.
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