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ladyhoneydarlinglove) wrote2012-10-09 01:56 pm
ladyhoneydarlinglove) wrote2012-10-09 01:56 pm
Entry tags:
{OC/LoK/TF2 fic} Shouting Match
Fandom: Original/Legend of Korra/Team Fortress 2
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: An early morning meeting with the Team Fortress Turtleducks!
Notes: This is a piece featuring several Legend of Korra OCs in a tf2 AU. Jin = Sniper, Tuo = Engineer, Rukki = Scout, Shan = Demoman. Jin is mine, but Tuo, Rukki, and Shan belong to DJ, Endy and Tanya, respectively.
Also, Tuo is referred to here by name because the story is being told from his POV, but the others are called by their class names, since obviously Tuo wouldn't know what their real names would be.
--
It is too damn early in the morning for this shit, Tuo thinks as he drops into a chair in the conference room, making a bleary eyed Scout grunt in protest as he’s shoved down the table. Tuo isn’t usually one to swear, but it’s four thirty in the morning and Soldier is already barking orders at full volume, his voice ringing in Tuo’s ears so loudly Tuo swears he can feel the sound waves rattling his brain, and if that isn’t grounds for swearing, Tuo doesn’t know what is.
“Men, this could very well be the most important battle we ever fight in our lives!” Soldier yells, and Tuo groans quietly, leaning his elbows on the table so he can cover his ears, though it does little to block Soldier out. “At exactly o-nine-hundred hours, we will be pitted against—“
“Woah, woah, woah!” Scout yells, jumping up suddenly. His elbow hits Tuo in the head, and Tuo yelps in protest. He needs his head to stay uninjured if they want him to do his job right, thank you very much. “Nine? We’re not starting the battle today until nine?”
“That is what I just said, maggot!”
“Then why the hell are we up?!” Scout demands. “Jesus Christ, it’s four thirty in the morning, you psycho! I could be in bed right now! Sleeping!”
“SLEEPING IS FOR THE WEAK!” Soldier bellows, and Tuo grimaces as a stray drop of flying spit hits his cheek. “I once went an entire week without sleep so that I could track down a group of cannibalistic Nazis—“
“Who cares?!” Scout yells back, drowning out Soldier’s voice with his own furious screaming. “Just because you’re a grade-A nutcase—“
“Hey,” Tuo hears someone say, and feels a gentle nudge at his back. He turns around to find the Demoman behind him, leaning forward so he’s closer to Tuo. “How mad d’you think the Administrator would be if I blew them both up right now so the rest of us could go back to bed?”
Tuo considers this. “I don’t know,” he whispers back. “Is it safe? Can we respawn if we’re not in active battle?”
Demoman frowns. “Oh. Yeah,” he says, clearly not having thought of that consequence. “Well there’s got to be some way to shut them up? Got any ideas?”
Tuo glares. “How the heck should I know?” he hisses.
“You’re the Engineer! You’re supposed to be the smart one!” Demoman accuses, and Tuo rolls his eyes.
“Knowing how to build complex machinery that will bring your enemies to their knees and knowing how to get an angry Soldier and Scout to stop yelling at each other are two completely unrelated topics,” he snaps. “You’d need at least ten PhD’s for one of them, and I’m pretty sure it’s not for the complex machinery.”
“Of for the love of—“
“—AND THAT IS WHY YOU SHOULD BE ASAHMED TO CALL YOURSELF AN AMERICAN, MAGGOT!” Soldier bellows suddenly, cutting off whatever Demoman was about to say and drowning out the furious words of a still angry Scout. “GEORGE WASHINGTON DID NOT CHOP DOWN A CHERRY TREE SO HE COULD FIGHT HIS WAY UP THE DELAWARE USING ONLY HIS BARE HANDS AND TREE SPLINTERS—“
“THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE,” Scout screams back. “THAT IS EVEN DUMBER THAN THE TIME ENGIE TRIED TO FIX SNIPER’S VAN AND ENDED UP TURNING IT INTO A BOMB—“
“Hey, I said I was sorry for that!” Tuo yells indignantly, but his voice is drowned out
by the still howling men. He groans and lets his head fall back, wondering if four thirty-seven in the morning is too early to start drinking.
Something pokes him in the back, and Tuo groans in protest. “Knock it off, Demo,” he whines.
“Wrong guy,” the person says, and Tuo blinks before turning to see Sniper behind him. He smiles at Tuo good-naturedly, though the effect is kind of ruined by how haggard and sleepless his face looks.
Tuo frowns. “What?” he asks, having to raise his voice because he can barely hear himself over the continued yelling about Abraham Lincoln and vampires and Babe Ruth baseball cards and Illuminati, leaving Tuo to wonder if Soldier and Scout are even legitimately arguing anymore or if they’re just yelling for the sake of yelling.
Somehow, he suspects it’s the latter.
“You think Captain Crazy over there would notice if we snuck out to get some shuteye?” Sniper asks, nodding at Soldier.
Tuo looks at Soldier for a moment before glancing at the door only a few feet away, then around at the rest of their teammates. Spy is in the corner smoking a cigarette while flipping through some intel, Medic is asleep at the table (Tuo sees he’s made himself some kind of earplugs and wonders if he can bribe Medic into giving him some too), Pyro is sitting and looks like he might actually be paying attention, though for all Tuo knows, he could be dead. Heavy isn’t here, but that’s only because even Soldier isn’t stupid enough to try and wake up the Russian bear. Usually.
Tuo turns to Demoman. “What do you think?” he asks, and Demoman shrugs.
“Even if they do, who the hell cares?” he asks, which is all the incentive Tuo needs to get up and slip out of the room with his cohorts.
--
A heavy, metallic banging wakes Tup from his blissful sleep, and he groans as he tries to turn over, only to be stopped by the still sleeping body of Demoman. The two of them and Sniper are lying in the back of Sniper’s definitely-not-a-bomb-anymore van, trying to get a few more hours sleep. They didn’t want to go back to the bunks for fear of waking Heavy.
Sniper, for his part, is apparent determined to avoid the interruption, but the ceaseless noise of metal hitting metal finally proves too much and he sits up with a growl. “What?!” he demands.
There’s a pause, and a nervous cough outside the door. “Hey, uh… Can I join you guys?”
Tuo frowns. “Scout?” he asks, and Sniper groans and flops back down, apparently content to let Tuo handle this. “Are you and Soldier finally done yelling at each other?”
“Er, kind of?” Scout’s muffled voice answer. “We weren’t really done yelling, but Soldier went all crazy and sent a rocket up through the ceiling, and well… Did you guys know the conference room is right below the bunks?”
It takes a moment for the reality of these words to sink in, but when they do, Tuo sighs in defeat. “Sniper,” he says, nudging the man next to him, and Sniper grunts in response.
“What?” he mumbles.
“We can’t just leave him out there,” Tuo says. “Heavy will snap him like a twig.” Scouts are usually pretty small to begin with, but their Scout in particular doesn’t seem likely to ever grow beyond five feet. “And I don’t really feel like having to get used to a new Scout.”
“He’ll just respawn,” Sniper grumbles.
“Even if we’re not in active combat?” Tuo asks.
There’s a pause, and then Sniper starts swearing colorfully under his breath as he sits up long enough to open the back doors of the van and let Scout in. He falls back down almost immediately and buries his face in a pillow, but not before Tuo hears him mutter, “If anyone disturbs me again I’m gonna blow your fucking heads off.”
Scout shuts the door tightly behind him and squeezes into the small space between Demoman and Tuo; he’s so small that even with the extra person it’s not much more cramped than it was before. Tuo grabs an extra blanket from the front seat and hands it to him, and Scout grins. “Thanks,” he whispers, settling down and wrapping the blanket around him tightly.
“You’re welcome,” Tuo answer, lying back down and tugging away some of Sniper’s blanket, who grumbles in protest but otherwise doesn’t move; Tuo suspects he’s already fallen back asleep. “Just try not to get into any more shouting matches, okay?”
Scout laughs loudly, which earns him an elbow in the back from Demoman. “I can’t make that promise,” he says honestly, and Tuo sighs.
“It was worth a shot,” he mumbles as he closes his eyes, and soon the quiet sound of heavy breathing and comfortable warmth of three other bodies lulls him to sleep.
--
“THERE YOU ARE MAGGOTS!” Soldier bellows as he somehow manages to literally rip the doors of Sniper’s van off their hinges. Tuo shrieks in surprise, Scout whimpers and tries to curl into a ball, Demoman snorts, and Sniper lets out an angry yell, but Soldier ignores them. “THIS IS A DISGRACE. WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF ACTIVE BATTLE AND YOU ARE SLEEPING—“
“Woah, wait!” Demoman yells, cutting him off as he sits up. “We’ve started fighting already?”
“YES YOU YELLOW-BELLIED COWARDS WE ARE—“
The all too familiar noise of an explosion hits Tuo’s ears, and he winces as the next second his face receives a smattering of blood from where a now headless Soldier stands, before crumpling ungracefully into the dirt.
Tuo, Sniper, and Scout all turn to look at Demoman, who is holding a clearly just used grenade launcher and looking much too pleased with himself.
“… You know we’re going to pay for that later,” Sniper points out, but Demoman shrugs.
“Worth it,” he says simply before moving to climb out of the van, and the other three find it hard to argue. So instead they follow suit, and Tuo yawns and stretches and cracks his knuckles a few times before they all head back to the base, well-rested enough to begin another day of fighting.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: An early morning meeting with the Team Fortress Turtleducks!
Notes: This is a piece featuring several Legend of Korra OCs in a tf2 AU. Jin = Sniper, Tuo = Engineer, Rukki = Scout, Shan = Demoman. Jin is mine, but Tuo, Rukki, and Shan belong to DJ, Endy and Tanya, respectively.
Also, Tuo is referred to here by name because the story is being told from his POV, but the others are called by their class names, since obviously Tuo wouldn't know what their real names would be.
--
It is too damn early in the morning for this shit, Tuo thinks as he drops into a chair in the conference room, making a bleary eyed Scout grunt in protest as he’s shoved down the table. Tuo isn’t usually one to swear, but it’s four thirty in the morning and Soldier is already barking orders at full volume, his voice ringing in Tuo’s ears so loudly Tuo swears he can feel the sound waves rattling his brain, and if that isn’t grounds for swearing, Tuo doesn’t know what is.
“Men, this could very well be the most important battle we ever fight in our lives!” Soldier yells, and Tuo groans quietly, leaning his elbows on the table so he can cover his ears, though it does little to block Soldier out. “At exactly o-nine-hundred hours, we will be pitted against—“
“Woah, woah, woah!” Scout yells, jumping up suddenly. His elbow hits Tuo in the head, and Tuo yelps in protest. He needs his head to stay uninjured if they want him to do his job right, thank you very much. “Nine? We’re not starting the battle today until nine?”
“That is what I just said, maggot!”
“Then why the hell are we up?!” Scout demands. “Jesus Christ, it’s four thirty in the morning, you psycho! I could be in bed right now! Sleeping!”
“SLEEPING IS FOR THE WEAK!” Soldier bellows, and Tuo grimaces as a stray drop of flying spit hits his cheek. “I once went an entire week without sleep so that I could track down a group of cannibalistic Nazis—“
“Who cares?!” Scout yells back, drowning out Soldier’s voice with his own furious screaming. “Just because you’re a grade-A nutcase—“
“Hey,” Tuo hears someone say, and feels a gentle nudge at his back. He turns around to find the Demoman behind him, leaning forward so he’s closer to Tuo. “How mad d’you think the Administrator would be if I blew them both up right now so the rest of us could go back to bed?”
Tuo considers this. “I don’t know,” he whispers back. “Is it safe? Can we respawn if we’re not in active battle?”
Demoman frowns. “Oh. Yeah,” he says, clearly not having thought of that consequence. “Well there’s got to be some way to shut them up? Got any ideas?”
Tuo glares. “How the heck should I know?” he hisses.
“You’re the Engineer! You’re supposed to be the smart one!” Demoman accuses, and Tuo rolls his eyes.
“Knowing how to build complex machinery that will bring your enemies to their knees and knowing how to get an angry Soldier and Scout to stop yelling at each other are two completely unrelated topics,” he snaps. “You’d need at least ten PhD’s for one of them, and I’m pretty sure it’s not for the complex machinery.”
“Of for the love of—“
“—AND THAT IS WHY YOU SHOULD BE ASAHMED TO CALL YOURSELF AN AMERICAN, MAGGOT!” Soldier bellows suddenly, cutting off whatever Demoman was about to say and drowning out the furious words of a still angry Scout. “GEORGE WASHINGTON DID NOT CHOP DOWN A CHERRY TREE SO HE COULD FIGHT HIS WAY UP THE DELAWARE USING ONLY HIS BARE HANDS AND TREE SPLINTERS—“
“THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE,” Scout screams back. “THAT IS EVEN DUMBER THAN THE TIME ENGIE TRIED TO FIX SNIPER’S VAN AND ENDED UP TURNING IT INTO A BOMB—“
“Hey, I said I was sorry for that!” Tuo yells indignantly, but his voice is drowned out
by the still howling men. He groans and lets his head fall back, wondering if four thirty-seven in the morning is too early to start drinking.
Something pokes him in the back, and Tuo groans in protest. “Knock it off, Demo,” he whines.
“Wrong guy,” the person says, and Tuo blinks before turning to see Sniper behind him. He smiles at Tuo good-naturedly, though the effect is kind of ruined by how haggard and sleepless his face looks.
Tuo frowns. “What?” he asks, having to raise his voice because he can barely hear himself over the continued yelling about Abraham Lincoln and vampires and Babe Ruth baseball cards and Illuminati, leaving Tuo to wonder if Soldier and Scout are even legitimately arguing anymore or if they’re just yelling for the sake of yelling.
Somehow, he suspects it’s the latter.
“You think Captain Crazy over there would notice if we snuck out to get some shuteye?” Sniper asks, nodding at Soldier.
Tuo looks at Soldier for a moment before glancing at the door only a few feet away, then around at the rest of their teammates. Spy is in the corner smoking a cigarette while flipping through some intel, Medic is asleep at the table (Tuo sees he’s made himself some kind of earplugs and wonders if he can bribe Medic into giving him some too), Pyro is sitting and looks like he might actually be paying attention, though for all Tuo knows, he could be dead. Heavy isn’t here, but that’s only because even Soldier isn’t stupid enough to try and wake up the Russian bear. Usually.
Tuo turns to Demoman. “What do you think?” he asks, and Demoman shrugs.
“Even if they do, who the hell cares?” he asks, which is all the incentive Tuo needs to get up and slip out of the room with his cohorts.
--
A heavy, metallic banging wakes Tup from his blissful sleep, and he groans as he tries to turn over, only to be stopped by the still sleeping body of Demoman. The two of them and Sniper are lying in the back of Sniper’s definitely-not-a-bomb-anymore van, trying to get a few more hours sleep. They didn’t want to go back to the bunks for fear of waking Heavy.
Sniper, for his part, is apparent determined to avoid the interruption, but the ceaseless noise of metal hitting metal finally proves too much and he sits up with a growl. “What?!” he demands.
There’s a pause, and a nervous cough outside the door. “Hey, uh… Can I join you guys?”
Tuo frowns. “Scout?” he asks, and Sniper groans and flops back down, apparently content to let Tuo handle this. “Are you and Soldier finally done yelling at each other?”
“Er, kind of?” Scout’s muffled voice answer. “We weren’t really done yelling, but Soldier went all crazy and sent a rocket up through the ceiling, and well… Did you guys know the conference room is right below the bunks?”
It takes a moment for the reality of these words to sink in, but when they do, Tuo sighs in defeat. “Sniper,” he says, nudging the man next to him, and Sniper grunts in response.
“What?” he mumbles.
“We can’t just leave him out there,” Tuo says. “Heavy will snap him like a twig.” Scouts are usually pretty small to begin with, but their Scout in particular doesn’t seem likely to ever grow beyond five feet. “And I don’t really feel like having to get used to a new Scout.”
“He’ll just respawn,” Sniper grumbles.
“Even if we’re not in active combat?” Tuo asks.
There’s a pause, and then Sniper starts swearing colorfully under his breath as he sits up long enough to open the back doors of the van and let Scout in. He falls back down almost immediately and buries his face in a pillow, but not before Tuo hears him mutter, “If anyone disturbs me again I’m gonna blow your fucking heads off.”
Scout shuts the door tightly behind him and squeezes into the small space between Demoman and Tuo; he’s so small that even with the extra person it’s not much more cramped than it was before. Tuo grabs an extra blanket from the front seat and hands it to him, and Scout grins. “Thanks,” he whispers, settling down and wrapping the blanket around him tightly.
“You’re welcome,” Tuo answer, lying back down and tugging away some of Sniper’s blanket, who grumbles in protest but otherwise doesn’t move; Tuo suspects he’s already fallen back asleep. “Just try not to get into any more shouting matches, okay?”
Scout laughs loudly, which earns him an elbow in the back from Demoman. “I can’t make that promise,” he says honestly, and Tuo sighs.
“It was worth a shot,” he mumbles as he closes his eyes, and soon the quiet sound of heavy breathing and comfortable warmth of three other bodies lulls him to sleep.
--
“THERE YOU ARE MAGGOTS!” Soldier bellows as he somehow manages to literally rip the doors of Sniper’s van off their hinges. Tuo shrieks in surprise, Scout whimpers and tries to curl into a ball, Demoman snorts, and Sniper lets out an angry yell, but Soldier ignores them. “THIS IS A DISGRACE. WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF ACTIVE BATTLE AND YOU ARE SLEEPING—“
“Woah, wait!” Demoman yells, cutting him off as he sits up. “We’ve started fighting already?”
“YES YOU YELLOW-BELLIED COWARDS WE ARE—“
The all too familiar noise of an explosion hits Tuo’s ears, and he winces as the next second his face receives a smattering of blood from where a now headless Soldier stands, before crumpling ungracefully into the dirt.
Tuo, Sniper, and Scout all turn to look at Demoman, who is holding a clearly just used grenade launcher and looking much too pleased with himself.
“… You know we’re going to pay for that later,” Sniper points out, but Demoman shrugs.
“Worth it,” he says simply before moving to climb out of the van, and the other three find it hard to argue. So instead they follow suit, and Tuo yawns and stretches and cracks his knuckles a few times before they all head back to the base, well-rested enough to begin another day of fighting.