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Annette’s long slender legs stretched out beside her as she leaned forward. Having been a gymnast before enlisting into Mann Co. she was naturally flexible. The soft cello music she had playing in the training area caused her to drift off into her own mind as she stood, starting to roll her hips, moving her arms to match. Her blonde curls twisting behind her as she danced. Hopping skillfully up onto a railing still rolling her hips as she walked across said railing before flipping off.
"Where’s that cello coming from?"
There’s a loud, slightly obnoxious voice from outside the training area.
The homeless girl pouts and stomps off. Before she’s out of sight theres a small popping sound and the girl becomes her normal self, her clothes seem a fairly small on her now and she seems pretty confused, as do all the women now walking around. Zandra turns back to the other pyro, “Uh thanks for looking after us”.
Arrow blinks in surprise, then rubs the back of her head uncomfortably.
"Yeah well, I couldn’t’a let you accidentally blow yerselves up."
The mass of teenagers scream and push each other as they evacuate into the kitchen, except for the homeless girl “cool.. That’s a neat trick, can I try?”. Her eyes fixed on the dancing flames.
Arrow looks a bit put-out, but shrugs and shakes her head.
"Sorry. I can’t lend these out to anyone, especially civilian kids." Arrow douses her fists and shoves them back into her pockets. "Look, I’m sure there’s a rec room here. Why don’t you and your buddies go in there? Just stay out of danger, okay? I don’t wanna have an actual death-death on my hands."
"Ah, if we had some kinda chaperone it should be fine." The engineer said hopefully. ‘Claudine’ is struck with an idea but can’t quite seem to find the words in English, she gives up and mimes shooting a gun at targets. "Er yeh, I think target practice would do us some good". The others nod in agreement.
Arrow looks flustered.
"Guns?! No!! You kids are—" she flails around and then lets out a frustrated scream.
She whips her hands out of her pockets and shoves them towards the teens. Her gloves ignite and roar with intense orange flames.
"NO GUNS. NO FIGHTING. NO ACCIDENTS!! YOU. COULD. DIIIIIE!!" at the last word, her flames flare up, go bluish and roar even louder.
The girl in the blue dress just squints at her, still trying to figure out half the words she just said. The other two look almost equally confused, they’re silence is broken however by a booming voice from behind them. “Ah don’t know what you were mumbling about but all I needed to hear was mercenaries! If we are soldiers then we must fight to the last man, we are the soldiers of this god forsaken desolate rock! And we will prove to our enemies just how-!” The girl is interrupted by a pudgier and shorter girl in overalls stained with motor oil. “Ah don’t pay her any mind, she’s just uh, very patriotic.. Anyway, if we stay inside what’re we s’posed t’ do here?”
Arrow peers at these new arrivals with slight amusement.
"Well… Nah, I got nothing. No idea. Just, um, amuse yourself with teenagery activities. But seriously, don’t go out. It’s way too much to handle for kids."
She shuffles a little. It’s weird being an authoritative figure.
The homeless girl looks like she’s going to scream at the other woman. Just as she’s opening her mouth, the girl in the blue dress clears her throat and steps between them with their documents in hand. “We work ‘ere Ms. Where are we?” She holds out the files to show her.
Arrow snatches the files and flips through them, looking extremely confused. Then realization dawns and she gives a slow nod.
"Ah. Rrrright." she hands the papers back and shoves her gloved hands into the pockets of her uniform. "You… are in a mercenary base. You’re mercenaries, now, apparently. Except you were. When you were big. And. There was some magic shi– ah, screw it. This won’t make any sense. Look, this is a merc base, you fight other mercs in red, etc etc, except you probably shouldn’t because you don’t have respawn chips yet…"
She trails off and looks pleadingly at the girls, hoping they’ll understand.
"…Look, it’s dangerous here! Bad for kids! Not a good place! So, um, stay inside! And stuff!"
"Yeah? And who the hell are you?" The homeless girl took a few steps towards her. "Aye, we just woke up ‘ere we don’t mean any trouble". The scot to her left added. The woman in the blue dress was silent for a while before stating "we work ‘ere, do you?"
"Hah! Bullshit, you can’t work here. You’re kids. This is a mercenary base, kiddies. Like, bang bang, pow pow, organs and entrails go everywhere." she pauses, then calms a little "Look… maybe you’re older than you look. In that case, you fooled me. You look like minors." she scowls, "If you ARE minors, I have no idea what to say. It’s kinda a top secret base, this place."