43rd Inning

[freakinblur]

[Valentine's Day? Not a problem. Sure, getting your head screwed with is never fun, but it could have been a lot worse. Plus Scout should have totally realized that those memories were fake. Arshes Nei, a RED lady demo? Pa-lease. What a crazy concept. They're not called demo*women* after all.

Well, whatever. He got free dinner out of it, and that was pretty cool. At least it wasn't like last year where that mind-altering candy made him want to put the moves on the RED Pyro. Ew. Ewewewewew.

But today, another package arrives for Scout. He'd be suspicious - V-Day was hardly the first time Mayfield sent back wonky items - but this one comes in a tall, thin crate that's glowing. It's covered in various warning stickers from TF Industries like "FIRE HAZARD" and "WARNING: SHARP EDGES."

Well hey, that sounds pretty good.

Scout tears the crate open to find one bad-ass baseball bat alternative. He swings it around, grinning.]

What in God's name is this thing? Did it come from hell 'r somethin'? HEY, AI! C'MERE!

[Later, Mayfield will find him running about town or in the park, practicing with it. And occasionally accidentally lighting things ablaze with it. Whoops. Feel free to talk to him in either place, or when he's back on his porch!]

Comments

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

[Coming to the park in order to practice with her own regain a bit more, will find somewhere to stop and watch him for a time. Eventually, Nei will whistle in Scout's direction to see what he'll do.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He turns to see Nei, raises an eyebrow and smirks. he swings the weapon back and forth again.] Ah, ya like that, huh?

[thunderousnei.livejournal.com]

Actually, that was the whistle I use to call my pet. [Oh and that's a smirk, but it's playful] Although I admit that is a very interesting weapon you have.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Pretty freakin' sweet, huh? I just got it sent ta me.

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[Walking by the park....]

What the hell is that thing?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Damned if I know! But I got it sent ta me from home. Pretty sweet, huh?

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

Is it a weapon? ...Or a baseball bat from Hell?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Both, I think. Man, makes me wish I had a real reason ta use it here.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Next to you now.]

What's from Hell?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He holds out the stick to her.]

This thing, maybe? I dunno. It's freakin' sweet, but if it weren't fer the box I woulda thought it was yers!

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

I don't have anything like that.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Makes me wonder who my bosses back home have been makin' deals with. Whatever, this thing's pretty cool anyway. [Swings it around]

Fire in the disco! (park)

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[Is in the park walking his puppy. He stares at Scouty setting things on fire.]

"Er, excuse me sir?"

[he's a huge mountain of muscle some 8 and a half feet tall]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He's currently stamping out a shrub when he turns around and looks up... and up.]

Yeah? Ya want somethin', shortpants?

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

"Well, um. Just wondering if you should be doing that with your stick. It's making my dog a big nervous."

[he gestures to the whimpering little puppy at his feet.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

's an accident. I swear.

[You're lucky he has a soft spot for dogs.]

[naicha]

_{[ He accidentally set a bush on fire! Crossing her arms and tapping her foot as she stands in front of him now. ]}

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

It was an accident! I swear.

[naicha]

_{[ Would tell him off, but - ]}

What's that?

[nomammano.livejournal.com]

[On noticing that Scout is setting things on fire, Miki rushes towards him to tell him to knock it off...


...with the bottom of her shoes as she launches into a flying kick towards his head.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout turns to see who was running at him, and just barely manages to dodge out of the way.]

What the hell---?

[nomammano.livejournal.com]

[Miki hits the ground feet first, leaving an appriciable divot where she lands. Turning quickly on her feet back towards scout, she launches a punch at his stomach.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Who thought it was a good idea to give the Scout something that lights people on fire?)

Grats, but you loight up anything 'f moine, I'm breaking it int' kindling.

(There's just enough friendliness in his voice to suggest he's not entirely serious, but just enough edge to suggest that he would retaliate in kind of any burnination happened.)

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I'm tryin' ta keep tha damage ta Mayfield public property. 'S more fun since it'll fix itself and I can do it again tomorrow.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

That's th' spirit.

Boi th' way, your Spoi's around somewhere, and I wouldn't put it past 'im t' troi stabbing you. Keep your eyes and ears open.