boom. headshot.

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

Aw, c'mon.
That was not a head shot.
Fucking hackers.
nng, I'm going demoman next round
[Angry Xigbar is angry... and British?Australian? hell that is one confused accent he's got there. Either way, he's being quite loud. And just kicked a wall out of fustration.]

...hang on.
This isn't respawn.

[[OOC: info in profile]]

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[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[...this guy's crazy, thinks Kurt, as he half-leans against a wall and gives Xigbar a curious look.]

No, it's not. Whatever that means, it isn't it.

wrong icon, whoops

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

[Turns and pulls out his kukri but hesitates... hang on... This bloke here doesn't look like he's RED or BLU. Xigbar raises an eyebrow.]
...What team are you on mate?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Well, he gets points for the big-ass knife, but Kurt shakes his head.]

I'm not on any team.

['Darkness' doesn't really count, he thinks.]

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

[still a bit wary, got to keep an eye out for spies afterall]
Lemme get this straight, between Reliable Excavation Demolitions running one half of the world and Builders League United running the other, you didn't pick a side?
What sorta utopia are you living in mate?
In my world you gotta work to put food on your table.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Utopia? [Kurt laughs.] No utopia. But obviously not your world. I've never heard of such a thing...

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

You mind elaborating?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

You're not in your own world, any more. There are no 'teams' here. You're not in mine, either - this place lies outside all.

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

I'll jus' have ta take your word for it for now.

[checks his surroundings quickly, can't be too careful about them bloody fancy pants spies]

As long as someone wants someone dead I got work, 'less o' course, it is some sorta utopia -then I'm buggered.

[mumbles a bit to himself]
urg, should find a resupply an' change class - 'm getting sick o' this bloody accent.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Class? [He frowns. What's this guy going on about? Again?]

No utopia. Although what I've heard tends towards that for everyone who wants someone dead, ten more are going to want them alive.

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

Jobs, specialities, your combat style -defines what you can do. [finally attempting explanation]

Ain't that just the way of everything? If someone wants someone to stay alive, oughta be payin' me more than the bloke what wants 'em dead -just business is all.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Ah. [He chuckles.] A very practical way of seeing it.

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

Any other way an' I wouldn't be very good at my job now would I?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

What job's that, now?

[Just curious.]

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

Now that depends on who ya are.
Me job is up to my employers, sometimes they might have me killing a mark, others I might have me giving them a hand in whatever war they've got going.
Mercenary, assassin, crazed gunman whatever -jobs a job.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He nods, with a slight smile.] So it is. Doing what you must, hm?

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

suppose [smiles a bit, the part where he enjoys it has certainly has no bearing on it what so ever]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[And the smile's returned. Well, he'd understand that one, too.]

[jaratemasterii.livejournal.com]

Well, should probably get my bearings before any fightin' starts.
Been a pleasure talkin' business with you.
[Starts walking off.]