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The Pyro sprawled out across a picnic table outside the boundaries of the bases, giving a yawn wide enough to make his jaw crack. The sun felt nice on his skin, and reflected off the mask sitting beside him annoyingly. He shoved it off the table, then moved to scratch his scarred eye idly.

What a boring day.

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(uh hey this is a tf2 roleplay blog. not a f//allout blog. so if youre a person from the search and not a bot you might wanna unfollow because i dont have anything you want)

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i might make the draw of vega that mike did his icon so people have to know what he looks like as they talk to him

also, i have decided that vega’s voice is like a ghoul’s from fallout

but not fo4. like fonv or fo3

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“Oh, shit. I guess I need a doctor, then.”

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Vega laughed loudly at the reaction, shaking his head. His grin crinkled his remaining eye, hands on his stomach as the laughter died down. “Naw, this is how my face always looks. Creepy, innit?” As if to make the point, he reached up to pull his scarred up eye socket open, hanging his tongue out with a nyeh sound. 

“Naw, I’m just lookin’ for something to do. I’m bored, so I was comin’ to look for snacks, you know, but then I found this tall motherfucker with a big fish, so I figured hey, let’s say hello. I’m Vega, by the way. And I can put the mask back on if it freaks you out.”

He was in the midst of preparing some of the fish he had gotten from home, though chunks of it were missing (bits he stole away raw when nobody was looking) when the pyro came over to him… a particular specimen of pyro anyway. Now, he had heard of Pyros that were at least mildly disfigured, sometimes it was the main reason they chose to be one. Usually it wasnt anything serious other than maybe a burn on their cheek or a scratch on their eye. This was different though. Way different.

Usually he had a better time holding his tongue, but he was already talking before he realized the implication of his words. “Ahh… are you… in need.. of… doctor? Or bandage? Yes… I am tall. Can reach them… if thats what… is mean.”

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@teufortsquidman started following you

“Hey, du---uuuoooah you’re tall.” He looked up at Prawn with a smile, impressed. “Man, all the dudes here are super tall, what the hell. I was only, like, slightly below average back home." Standing next to the Spy, Vega’s 5′2″ seemed downright tiny. 

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Vega leaned on the counter to look at the book, nodding. “She’s been there for a while, I just hate going so long without a visit. I don’t get a lot of time off, though. High death rate? Sounds like where I work now,” he added with a crooked, toothy smile. Well, admittedly, it was only a little toothier than his resting face, but...

“Chrysanthemums might be nice. Something different, you know? Do they come in pink or blue, by any chance?”

“Your sister? Oh goodness, my condolences, I hope she’s doing alright. Oh, but I have just the item to send her!” He happily reached behind the counter, pulling out a fat binder and flipping through a few pages.

“Roses, carnations and chrysanthemums are wonderful choices for hospitals! Not too much pollen is released, so there’s never any complaints from her bedmates. You know, I use to work quite heavily in medicine! It was in a… Wots the appropriate term? Semi-professional institution with questionable morals and a high death rate? That!”

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@lil-miss-romano started following you

“Hello, miss.” The pyro’s smile faltered, one hand coming up to rub at his eye--or, rather, the empty socket where his right eye had been. He looked a little uncomfortable, but turned his attention back to the girl nonetheless. “I don’t believe we’ve met, have we?”

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i havent made everyone welcome starters yet so uh

if you want one of those please like this post??? thank you

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Gift art of the bae’s new muse, Vega, over at @twofacefire

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@nastypieceofwxrk started following you

The deformed little Pyro sat on top of a crate between the bases, kicking his feet. He’d left the mask back in his weapons locker. He spotted the stranger from across the way, raising one skeletal hand in greeting.

“Hey, dude. What, are you some kind of no-team Spy, or something? What’cha doin’? Just kinda glowerin’ around? A little creepy, man.” He kicked his feet, hands resting between his knees on the crate.

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His eyebrows rose at the enthusiastic shop owner, and he couldn’t help but smile a little at the joke. Was it supposed to be a joke? “Heh, no, hopefully not for a long time.” He approached the counter, scarred hands idly rubbing together in front of his chest.

“I haven’t gotten to visit my sister in the hospital for a while, so I thought getting her some flowers may be nice... Maybe something that transports well. Like those bulby things so she can plant them herself, you know? Something to do...”

Noone had come into his establishment this morning, something he was actually quite relieved for if only for lack of experience, so when the sound of someones voice rang out through the shop he nearly jumped out of his seat.

“Good morning and salutations!” He quickly replied, long legs scrambling behind the countertop as he made his way around to the other side. “Welcome! Wot can I help you with? Funeral? The flowers here are to die for!-”

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Vega nodded and walked over to the chair, frowning a bit when he saw the clerk rub his back. “Vega Diaz, BLU Pyro. Er--Are you alright? I can come back later if you’re hurt...”

He sat hesitantly, looking around. “I mean, I send all of the money off anyway, but I figure if we skip the middle man, it gets to where it’s going faster. And with less boring paperwork for me to fill out.”

“That I can certainly do. I just need your information and an account you want me to send it to. Come, sit. For starters, what’s your name?” 

Percy smiled, getting up and going over to get the blank forms they would need to redirect money. His back twinged, the clerk rubbing it idly before going through his files.

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“A raise would be nice, but they already pay us a stupid amount of money to kill each other, so I’m alright on that front.” Vega chuckled a little, crossing into the room. 

“I actually wanted to ask if you could... redirect it, I guess? I heard someone say their paycheck gets sent directly to their family, so I was wondering if I could get that done also. But not, you know, all of it, just most of it.”

@at-the-desk-of-mann-co started following you

“Hello, sir!” The Pyro smiled at the little office clerk, though it only really affected half his face. “Are you the guy I gotta talk to about paycheck stuff, or do I have the wrong office?”

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@autumn-botaum started following you

The mildly disfigured man entered the flower shop with hesitation clear in his stance, glancing around quickly. The town should be used to creepy TFI employees, but Vega knew he was kind of an extreme. “Um, hello? Excuse me?”

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@at-the-desk-of-mann-co started following you

“Hello, sir!” The Pyro smiled at the little office clerk, though it only really affected half his face. “Are you the guy I gotta talk to about paycheck stuff, or do I have the wrong office?”

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I survived because          the fire INSIDE me                burned brighter than                      the fire AROUND me 

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