This is an independent RP and ask blog for a beast of a pyrotechnician, Barley Bee.
Once working for TF Industries as a Pyro, destiny has seen fit to take him elsewhere, and now he resides in a Castle in the mountains of Germany.
As the nature of some roleplays, some things may become NSFW.
Well it wasn’t like Barley cared much for his personal space. The were surely pissed around others personal space, that’s for sure. But he just pauses there with a blank expression as the other spread his lips apart to stare at his chompers.
“Dere ah prolem wif mah teef?” Oh he was so tempted to just bite down and take a finger or two, but he restains himself. Only moving back a bit so he’s lips weren’t open.
“Yeah pal - they’re a little odd. Don’t you think?” He continued to investigate, until the other pulled back. Now the pyro wiped his hands on his suit, sniffing the air once more.
“You have puppy breath - you know that?” He wondered how that was possible, then again, with what he saw around these parts - what wasn’t possible? Now he shrugged, lifting the mallet back onto his shoulder.
“Name’s K, what about you?”
“Little odd? They’re my teeth, can’t get anymore odder then that.” He huffs a bit, keeping his mouth closed for the meantime.
“Hm? Ain’t my fault I like eattin’, and they can’t invent good toothpaste ta use.” He throws his hands up and over his head, placing them behind to just lean his head against.
Seemed and smelt were two different things to this pyro. He noted the fang, pausing for a moment. You might have thought he was thinking, but you’d be wrong. No thoughts raced through his head. The pyro reached forward two ashy and sooty gloves, soon grabbing the other’s lips and pulling them open to look at his teeth.
He didn’t at all care about personal space, as was seen by how close the Pyro had gotten whilst approaching the other.
“Just a hunch pal.”
Well it wasn’t like Barley cared much for his personal space. The were surely pissed around others personal space, that’s for sure. But he just pauses there with a blank expression as the other spread his lips apart to stare at his chompers.
“Dere ah prolem wif mah teef?” Oh he was so tempted to just bite down and take a finger or two, but he restains himself. Only moving back a bit so he’s lips weren’t open.
He’d seen the other wondering about bases only once or twice before. He remembered him from the times before, merely for the fact that he smelt funny, for a pyro that is. Thus, now seeing him once more, he finally decided to confront him. K walked up to the other dragging his mallet behind him before stopping a step or two away.
His hands moved to fumble with his mask, soon it was pulled up just a little, his head tilted to the slide and a slightly frown on his lips.
“What’s up with you then? What’s different…”
He seemed like a normal standard BLU pyro. A small little green blob on his head while he carried around a Third Degree on his back. No gas mask was on, there was simply his burn fuzzy face to show for it.
Boy did he miss the days back when he worked in the industries. He should have never left, it was far too much fun. Then again he guesses it was for the best. But thinking back to things now makes him sorely regret leaving.
Though it wasn’t until a RED came up that disturbed his process of thinking.
“Huh? What are ya talkin’ about? ‘M the same as everyone else around here. La pregunta es, what makes ya fuckin’ different from me?” He points at himself with his thumb, a fanged tooth sticking out like some mangy mut.
“I suppose.” All the mental and physical stress coalescing into one overwhelming wave of exhaustion, then the body shuts down to recharge? Sounds possible. He does feel so much better for it though. “Ah? All grown up and leading his own pack, then? Congrats.” He smiles, slowly reaching out one hand and holding it there for any intrepid puppy to come sniffing at if they wished. “I imagine Diethelm will be furious with me when he learns that I’ve awoken once more. Mm…”
“Heh, they grow up really fast, I’ve taught him all that I knew.”
A tiny little pup that still looked as white as the snow looks over at the Vamp’s hand. Slowly it was wiggling itself free to go over and sniff at it, then it sits on his hind legs and grabs at the hand with it’s paws, nipping at it. He seems hungry still.
“Probably.” Not a doubt in his voice. “Shits been depressed and mooping about for months now. Been trying my best to help though.”
At least his partner returned.
He goes quiet, letting his fingers wiggle gently to play with the tiny pup. He gently moves the pup, starting to wrestle and generally give it a hard time before letting it get back up to assault him again. “Where’s the rest of the pack, then? Out hunting?”
The pup wouldn’t go down with a fight, but when he felt as if though he would be losing, he would let out an annoyed whine before going at him again.
“Yeah, they mostly get the food for us now and then, if they have bad luck then I go huntin’”
“Over energized yourself or somethin’?” He idly gives a pup his finger to use as a small chew toy. “Lots of things happened that’s for sure. Dunno if I can really recall them all for ya or somethin’ ” Leaning back a little he finally gives Etienne and good long stare. “Ain’t mine, they’re erasmus’, ‘m just watching them every now and then.” All this time and the pale idiot is still blank looking as ever.
“I suppose.” All the mental and physical stress coalescing into one overwhelming wave of exhaustion, then the body shuts down to recharge? Sounds possible. He does feel so much better for it though. “Ah? All grown up and leading his own pack, then? Congrats.” He smiles, slowly reaching out one hand and holding it there for any intrepid puppy to come sniffing at if they wished. “I imagine Diethelm will be furious with me when he learns that I’ve awoken once more. Mm…”
“Heh, they grow up really fast, I’ve taught him all that I knew.”
A tiny little pup that still looked as white as the snow looks over at the Vamp’s hand. Slowly it was wiggling itself free to go over and sniff at it, then it sits on his hind legs and grabs at the hand with it’s paws, nipping at it. He seems hungry still.
“Probably.” Not a doubt in his voice. “Shits been depressed and mooping about for months now. Been trying my best to help though.”
