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[ At home Philip rarely ever had time for walks. Just walks to enjoy the quiet solitude of the gardens, the beach or (in this case) the forest.

Ahhh, so beautiful. So quiet. So flammab-- no, that is not where this train of thought is going.

Speaking of going though, look who's coming along that little path over there!

It's this tall and skinny person here, dressed all in blue with a fashionable eyepatch to round off the look.

Here he is now, just walking... walking.... walkANDSTOP.

Stop. Right. There. What is that?

No.

Who is that?

A fellow enthusiast of the colour blue it seems.

But that is about as obvious as it gets.

Philip waits.

Thinks he should probably make sure he hasn't been seen.

And then turn around.

Walk away.

Go ba-- ]

Hello?

[ -ah. Yes. Or that. ]

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*Go away Philip, the Scout will see her if you talk to her. Wait...

Blue? Check.

Eyepatch? Check.

Black Scottish guy? Not quite, but.. CLOSE ENOUGH.

DEMOMAN! That's what she yells but it comes out more like:

MMURMURPHMAAAMMM!

*At which point she abandons her beautiful hiding place of complete concealment and runs over to Demo... Philip and hugs him. Then starts a rather animated monologue about the Scout she was following. Complete with lots of gesturing and pointing with her flame thrower.*

Mmph, mmph scuuumph nun hudda murr! Mph *Pointing to the tree* hummunna nurrph. Nunna murph hudda hurr!

*Isn't that an awesome plan?*

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[ ...die?

Um... ]

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Uh...

[ Clearing throat. ]

Are- are-- Are you new here then?

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*She nods and with a broad sweeping gesture in which she almost manages to smack herself in the face she mumbles something in which the word Forest is almost audible.

Then she does an amazing impersonation of the Scout. It's so good even Scout would be jealous of her. She captures his every nuance. Man she's an amazing actress this is Emmy award material here. She double jumps and swings an imaginary bat and mimics drinking that radioactive cola. Man. She is toooo good.

What this looks like to Philip is that his newfound rubbery friend just suffered some sort of seizure in which she tried to both jump and crouch down at the same time, hit herself in the head with her bandoleer of flares and then tripped over a tree root and slowly slid down a small embankment.

She'd like to have her Emmy presented to her now.*

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Okay, um...

[ Maybe it's a lasting side effects of all the chemicals he inhaled during Bhamba's event. Maybe it's a severe case of nostalgia brought on by meeting a masked person in the woods.

Or maybe he is just really bored.

Whatever the reason, Philip disregards his urge to politely excuse himself and instead begins the Wonderland introduction spiel.

You know, the usual. Alternative dimension. No idea how or why anyone came here. No escape. But on the plus side... ]

...and I don't know if you've been inside the mansion already, but whenever you're going next you can just go ahead and pick any room you like. They'll look a bit plain at first, but they'll change into whatever you want them to later.

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*Stare. Stare. Stare.*

Mrnnyhnng?

*Visions of flame throwersdance through her head. Imagine, if you will, her head surrounded by little anime beating hearts.

That are on fire.

She grabs Philips hand and drags him to the mansion.*

Hrunn mre.

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[ Yes. Yes, mrnnyhnng indee-- AHHHOHGODWHATISHAPPENINGNOW?! ]

Wh-- wa- wai-- Don't--

[ It's not much in the way of protest and Philip finds himself getting dragged along quite literally.

Now if only he knew if something terrible was about to happen or-- ]

D-did-- Did you say show me? Do you... want a tour?

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*She nods and continues pulling him along in her delicate ~~iron clad~~ grip. She goes into the first room she finds and pushes him towards the closet.*

Murrr me.

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[ Philip would follow tentatively, but Pyro's loving hold doesn't leave much room for hesitation. Quite frankly he is not entirely sure if this is some spirited bonding time or a hostage situation.

But a tour is a tour, so let's hope for the best and start the spiel. ]

Right. [ Gulp. ] You can get almost anything from the closets. All you have to do is think of what you want and- [ He opens the door. ] -open the door.

[ THUNK! and a fire extinguisher comes rolling across the floor. ]

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*It's a bit of both. Pyro likes to blur the boundaries of relationships. She watches Philip eagerly and then he opens the closet and..

WOOSH.

That is one big burst of flame. You know what's highly flammable? Ironically, fire extinguishers are. Fortunately for Philip she compression blasts that thing back into the closet before lighting it up in a fiery blaze of glory.

Then she looks back at Philip and tilts her head.*

Mrphht mlse?

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[AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOHGOD!

He jumps back as fast as he can and stares at her with wide, terrified eyes.

There will come a point in Philip's life when he's ready to set himself on fire repeatedly. That point is not today.

Worried that Pyro's question is half a test that will end in crispy punishment if failed he decides to err on the side of caution. ]

What- [ He swallows. ] What else do you want- want to see?

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*She leans the flame thrower against the wall _{don't even think about touching it Philip} and approaches the closet.

Suddenly, an avalanche of hats!

Because what's a TF2 character without their hats right? She puts on the fireman's hat and does a little dance.*

mrrr murphh!

*You'd look good in a sombrero Philip. So that's what's going on your head.*

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Are you supposed to be hiding?

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*Something is making noise what the hell? Is it Scout? It sure doesn't sound like Scout.

Oh wait no, it's the weird box that's duct taped to her flame thrower. Funny how she didn't notice that thing before. She tilts her head at the thing and then pulls it off her flame thrower.*

Mrrf hudda?

*Wait. What are you talking about. She's totes hidden. No one can see her.*

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[He'll just pretend that wasn't incomprehensible. THAT IS HOW HE ROLLS ~~today~~]

You're doing a shitty job, if you are.

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*She puts her hands on her hips and unleashes an incoherent mumbled tirade at the RED supporter on the comm who not only gave away her position but now is insulting her superior powers of stealth.

She sure told you.*

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What the fuck are you saying?

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*She lets out a sigh and just stares at the thing. Oh wait. There's a keyboard.*

ij'n k,j sayhn I'jm pwerfecytly hidsdfen.

*Pyro.

Take your gloves off Pyro.*

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[Okay, he's a genius, and that still takes him a minute to decipher.]

No. You're not. You're wider than the fucking tree is.

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I ASDM N J,T!111

*Accompanied by some angry yelling and arm waving.

Clearly you two shall be BFF's.*

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[Clearly. Gokudera's GREAT at making new friends.]

You also suck hard at typing.

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i hnabve gliolvesd!

*Which obviously she can't take off. Nope, those gloves sure are welded to her skin.

Except where they totally aren't.*

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So try taking them off, genius.

You could also take the gas mask off and people might actually be able to decipher what you're saying.

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aggaintst cmpnjy poilicy,

*Why she's offended at the very thought good sir.*

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So instead you're just going to look like a dumbass. Your call.

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*She looks awesome and she knows it. Instead she's gonna stick that comm device in her pocket and continue the Scout hunt.

Rubber on plastic. That's a lovely sound. Squeaaaaaaky squeaky squeak.*

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[ldskfjaf cutting this feed GOD]

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misspouncellor.livejournal.com

[What. Is. This. Person.

They look like they might be fun to roleplay with!

So, Nepeta wraps her tail around the branch and abruptly drops down, a big smile on her face as she dangles there.]

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