Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v3]

[Valentine Z]

"Don't worry, I've already got a nice little ditty that can detect a bad guy for miles." Dell said as he motioned three members (Heavy, Engineer and Medic) to run outside. Engineer built a dispenser and a sentry, while the other two simply laid back, the Medic healing him to ready the Ubercharge, and Heavy caressing his minigun

Heh, the guys at Overwatch are going to love this. Though, Gwen did give a remark about their Scout. Guess he's not around.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

[Greater South]

"Don't worry, I've already got a nice little ditty that can detect a bad guy for miles." Dell said as he motioned three members (Heavy, Engineer and Medic) to run outside. Engineer built a dispenser and a sentry, while the other two simply laid back, the Medic healing him to ready the Ubercharge, and Heavy caressing his minigun

Heh, the guys at Overwatch are going to love this. Though, Gwen did give a remark about their Scout. Guess he's not around.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

"Wait, I heard my name! That obviously means I'm bein' talked about ain't it?" The Scout said as he walked over to Foresittend. "You better not be talkin' shit about me, pal, or I'll bat your frickin' face in!" Scout said sternly, holding out his baseball bat.
"Nah, I'm just jokin'! How am I gonna bet able to bat through that!?" Scout laughed as he tapped Foresittend's armour. "Seriously, what did she say 'bout me?"

[Valentine Z]

"Wait, I heard my name! That obviously means I'm bein' talked about ain't it?" The Scout said as he walked over to Foresittend. "You better not be talkin' shit about me, pal, or I'll bat your frickin' face in!" Scout said sternly, holding out his baseball bat.
"Nah, I'm just jokin'! How am I gonna bet able to bat through that!?" Scout laughed as he tapped Foresittend's armour. "Seriously, what did she say 'bout me?"

Ahh, the usual, of course! She loves you guys for who you all are, and specifically for you, she loves your personality and agility.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

Marcus took off his arm cannon that is strapped to his right arm. It alone weighted a tonne, or something.

Ahh, finally. I need to rest my arm... what, you guys thought I cut off my arm and this was fixed?
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

[Kyoki Chudoku]

Two women approached the Saloon, each soaked with drying blood.

One of them was shrouded by a cloak of red, though it did nothing to conceal to splotches of blood that had drenched much of the attire. Her purple eyes blazed with a weary fury. This was Aozora Chiyumi, self-proclaimed Supreme Overlady of All Reality. Her every step carried an undying conviction, but also the weariness of a warrior participating in an endless struggle.

Beside her marched Kurushimi, head of the army, yet lacking in anything resembling a military uniform. She carried a shotgun in one hand. Her skin was covered in scars. She wasn’t human, but rather a neko- one of Kyoki Chudoku’s human experimentation efforts. Yet her participation in that had been voluntary, for she enjoyed each and every surge of agony that accompanied her steps. She too was covered in blood, but this time, not of her own volition.

”It worked...thank goodness. We should be safe, here. Safer than there, at least...” Aozora’s voice carried a beleaguered tone.

”That...is not a great accomplishment...given the circumstances.” Kurushimi’s pauses weren’t because injury or exhaustion, as Aozora’s were. Instead, they were part of her usual pattern of speech.

The two arrived at the Saloon’s entrance. ”Best to put down your weapon, Kurushimi. I know, I know...but trust me. I think it’s for the best.” Kurushimi, reluctantly, crouched down to put her weapon in the ground, but stopped.

”Aozora...there’s someone at the entrance.”

”There is? Is it...them? No, that can’t be. That’s...” She stepped closer, ready to summon her scythe into her hands should anything try to attack. Kurushimi followed behind her, grasping her weapon tightly. ”I don’t recognise them. They don’t look like the enemy. Weird stuff happens here all the time. We should be fine.”

”Is that weird stuff...dangerous?”

”It wasn’t last time, was it? All we want is rest and escape from that nightmare. Is this...abandoning that struggle? No, no. Things work differently here. Time and space, it’s all...mixed up. I’m sure everything will be waiting for us...back home. Let’s try not to think about it. That’s why we’re here, after all...”

The two of them approached the entrance to the Saloon.

[Greater South]

"Wait, I heard my name! That obviously means I'm bein' talked about ain't it?" The Scout said as he walked over to Foresittend. "You better not be talkin' shit about me, pal, or I'll bat your frickin' face in!" Scout said sternly, holding out his baseball bat.
"Nah, I'm just jokin'! How am I gonna bet able to bat through that!?" Scout laughed as he tapped Foresittend's armour. "Seriously, what did she say 'bout me?"

Ahh, the usual, of course! She loves you guys for who you all are, and specifically for you, she loves your personality and agility.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

Marcus took off his arm cannon that is strapped to his right arm. It alone weighted a tonne, or something.

Ahh, finally. I need to rest my arm... what, you guys thought I cut off my arm and this was fixed?
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

"Yeah, I have that effect on chicks." Scout said with a snark as he took of his hat briefly and swept his hair back.

Two women approached the Saloon, each soaked with drying blood.

One of them was shrouded by a cloak of red, though it did nothing to conceal to splotches of blood that had drenched much of the attire. Her purple eyes blazed with a weary fury. This was Aozora Chiyumi, self-proclaimed Supreme Overlady of All Reality. Her every step carried an undying conviction, but also the weariness of a warrior participating in an endless struggle.

Beside her marched Kurushimi, head of the army, yet lacking in anything resembling a military uniform. She carried a shotgun in one hand. Her skin was covered in scars. She wasn’t human, but rather a neko- one of Kyoki Chudoku’s human experimentation efforts. Yet her participation in that had been voluntary, for she enjoyed each and every surge of agony that accompanied her steps. She too was covered in blood, but this time, not of her own volition.

”It worked...thank goodness. We should be safe, here. Safer than there, at least...” Aozora’s voice carried a beleaguered tone.

”That...is not a great accomplishment...given the circumstances.” Kurushimi’s pauses weren’t because injury or exhaustion, as Aozora’s were. Instead, they were part of her usual pattern of speech.

The two arrived at the Saloon’s entrance. ”Best to put down your weapon, Kurushimi. I know, I know...but trust me. I think it’s for the best.” Kurushimi, reluctantly, crouched down to put her weapon in the ground, but stopped.

”Aozora...there’s someone at the entrance.”

”There is? Is it...them? No, that can’t be. That’s...” She stepped closer, ready to summon her scythe into her hands should anything try to attack. Kurushimi followed behind her, grasping her weapon tightly. ”I don’t recognise them. They don’t look like the enemy. Weird stuff happens here all the time. We should be fine.”

”Is that weird stuff...dangerous?”

”It wasn’t last time, was it? All we want is rest and escape from that nightmare. Is this...abandoning that struggle? No, no. Things work differently here. Time and space, it’s all...mixed up. I’m sure everything will be waiting for us...back home. Let’s try not to think about it. That’s why we’re here, after all...”

The two of them approached the entrance to the Saloon.

As soon as they walked in, the 9-man team pulled their weapons on the duo, the Scout with a bat, the Soldier with his RPG, the Pyro with a flamethrower, the Heavy with his minigun, the Engineer holding his wrench in a combat position while his sentry aimed, the Demoman with a grenade launcher, the Medic with a syringe gun, the Sniper with his SMG and the Spy uncloaking behind them with a knife around her throat.

"Oops. False alarm, boys. It ain't Pieter. Stand down." They all said as they stop aiming at the two and lowered their weaponry.

"Sorry, fellas. We're just on a manhunt for Pieter van der Blekkenhorst. He did some pretty bad stuff. Killed May's bunny. Brang in a bunch of abominations. Sent in a spy to try and kill us all with mustard gas. Genocide. Indescribable war crimes. God knows what he's ghon' do next. And now we've stopped trying to reason with him at this point." Dell said, holding a USB containing an edited video of the life of one of the abominations who was still dead, lying on the floor. "Wanna get in on this?"

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

Even if against my programming, I am more than willing to help.
// Ammo Reserve: Green. 100,000 M134 rounds present. //
Still, a moment... how do we make sure he's not a robot? I can scan it, sure, but what if he never come here in the first place?
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

"Don't worry, if he has an agent deployed here, he'll most likely have plenty more, and if they have noticed my presence, as long as I'm alive, not matter where I am, if they have those agents tracking me and other intelligence measures still present, they'll come. They have their ways, their tricks. I know all of them. After all, I've been fighting for, what, 11 years now. I haven't seen my family for a long time, and I presume they suffered under the same fate every other target has, if not more due to my Enclave connections." The African stated as he cocked his AK-47.

"They're going to be a bit more cautious with this. Hell, even as we speak, they might be recording, so let's keep this under our hats, as you'd say."

And so he did, thanks to an agent positioned in an anonymous location.

Being send in via a stealth plane that would later be quickly shot down by the sentry, a a certain blue femme fatale was dropped ontop of a building, far out of the range of Dell's sentry. She quickly pulled out her little sniper rifle and scoped in, also using her Infa-Red sights. "I have arrived, monseiur Pieterre."

She couldn't find the Zulu insurgent anywhere until the sight came on, to which he then found a solution via. quick thinking; she aimed towards Low bloods' knight with the rifle, predicting that the bullet would ricochet off of his armour and hit the terrorist, ending any major involvement in the saloon for now. She then fired the gun, praying this hypothesis would work.

[Kyoki Chudoku]

As soon as the enemy emerged, Aozora conjured a scythe in her hand, a surge of purple flame erupting as it materialised. Kurushimi placed her shotgun right on the face of the one who had grabbed Aozora from behind.

When they stood down, the two slowly retracted their weapons. Aozora glared at Dell for a moment. ”War crimes? Manhunt? And I thought this place would be safe. Look. I’m not interested in getting dragged into anything else right now. Things are bad enough for me as it is.” Aozora walked past them, forcing her scythe to vanish.

Kurushimi pulled out a knife, but merely scraped it against her own flesh for a moment as she passed by. ”Hopefully...inside is more...peaceful...” With that, and a smile, she departed them and arrived beside Aozora as they entered the bar proper.

[Zulu Enclave]

"Don't worry, if he has an agent deployed here, he'll most likely have plenty more, and if they have noticed my presence, as long as I'm alive, not matter where I am, if they have those agents tracking me and other intelligence measures still present, they'll come. They have their ways, their tricks. I know all of them. After all, I've been fighting for, what, 11 years now. I haven't seen my family for a long time, and I presume they suffered under the same fate every other target has, if not more due to my Enclave connections." The African stated as he cocked his AK-47.

"They're going to be a bit more cautious with this. Hell, even as we speak, they might be recording, so let's keep this under our hats, as you'd say."

And so he did, thanks to an agent positioned in an anonymous location.

Being send in via a stealth plane that would later be quickly shot down by the sentry, a a certain blue femme fatale was dropped ontop of a building, far out of the range of Dell's sentry. She quickly pulled out her little sniper rifle and scoped in, also using her Infa-Red sights. "I have arrived, monseiur Pieterre."

She couldn't find the Zulu insurgent anywhere until the sight came on, to which he then found a solution via. quick thinking; she aimed towards Low bloods' knight with the rifle, predicting that the bullet would ricochet off of his armour and hit the terrorist, ending any major involvement in the saloon for now. She then fired the gun, praying this hypothesis would work.

Surely and with quickness, the bullet managed to bounce of the knights' armour and hit the insurgent, who suddenly dropped his gun and cried out in pain, slumping to the floor with his hand over a bleeding wound in his chest.

[Valentine Z]

And so he did, thanks to an agent positioned in an anonymous location.

Being send in via a stealth plane that would later be quickly shot down by the sentry, a a certain blue femme fatale was dropped ontop of a building, far out of the range of Dell's sentry. She quickly pulled out her little sniper rifle and scoped in, also using her Infa-Red sights. "I have arrived, monseiur Pieterre."

She couldn't find the Zulu insurgent anywhere until the sight came on, to which he then found a solution via. quick thinking; she aimed towards Low bloods' knight with the rifle, predicting that the bullet would ricochet off of his armour and hit the terrorist, ending any major involvement in the saloon for now. She then fired the gun, praying this hypothesis would work.

The bullet bounced off and also hit Marcus, but fortunately in the part of his heavy armor. The bullet did around 50 damage, out of the 6000 that Marcus has.

Owww... * Quickly equips back his arm cannon and stands ground * Get behind me! Wait... she looks familiar.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

Isn't that Gwen's friend?! Or are they even friends in the first place? Doesn't matter, I'm engaging enemies!
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

Clarissa's twin miniguns popped out of her shoulder blades and started aiming at this blue... purple-skinned sniper.

Surely and with quickness, the bullet managed to bounce of the knights' armour and hit the insurgent, who suddenly dropped his gun and cried out in pain, slumping to the floor with his hand over a bleeding wound in his chest.

Ugh, we need to call Germaine again! None of us can heal! Wait, wait... we have a Medic here!
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

She managed to duck under the fire before pulling out her grappling hook and attempting to escape.

"Au revoir, mon cherie."

[Greater South]

She managed to duck under the fire before pulling out her grappling hook and attempting to escape.

"Au revoir, mon cherie."

Before she could escape, the Spy suddenly uncloaked himself and held onto the grappling hook rope before swiftly severing it with his balisong.

"Pourquoi partir si vite?" The Spy said as he went into a defensive stance with his butterfly knife at close range.

[Valentine Z]

She managed to duck under the fire before pulling out her grappling hook and attempting to escape.

"Au revoir, mon cherie."

Clarissa managed to lock onto her as she was grappling away. Given the frantic nature, she fired 100 rounds in total, with each of the bullet having exactly 8% chance to hit her.

[Kyoki Chudoku]

Upon entering the room, Aozora prepared herself to greet whoever was present...and instead witnessed a man writhing on the floor and giant attack robot armed with miniguns preparing to open fire on a weird girl trying to escape.

”For...goodness...sake...” Her entire body seemed to tremble with rage. She’d come out here in hopes of escaping conflict, and yet the very first and second thing she sees upon entering is combat? Kurushimi, for her part, readied her knife in case it become necessary.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

She managed to duck under the fire before pulling out her grappling hook and attempting to escape.

"Au revoir, mon cherie."

Before she could escape, the Spy suddenly uncloaked himself and held onto the grappling hook rope before swiftly severing it with his balisong.

"Pourquoi partir si vite?" The Spy said as he went into a defensive stance with his butterfly knife at close range.

"J'ai des affaires plus importantes à faire, mon amour." She said as he went to buttstroke the Spy to knock him down.

[Valentine Z]

Before she could escape, the Spy suddenly uncloaked himself and held onto the grappling hook rope before swiftly severing it with his balisong.

"Pourquoi partir si vite?" The Spy said as he went into a defensive stance with his butterfly knife at close range.

"J'ai des affaires plus importantes à faire, mon amour." She said as he went to buttstroke the Spy to knock him down.

Clarissa, fire!
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

With a sudden spin, Clarissa revved up her miniguns and fired off another 300 rounds, this time with each bullet having 40% chance of hitting her. It'll be like Bastion killing Widow, if said Widow is just 5 m away.

[Greater South]

Before she could escape, the Spy suddenly uncloaked himself and held onto the grappling hook rope before swiftly severing it with his balisong.

"Pourquoi partir si vite?" The Spy said as he went into a defensive stance with his butterfly knife at close range.

"J'ai des affaires plus importantes à faire, mon amour." She said as he went to buttstroke the Spy to knock him down.

"Je ne pense pas qu'il y aura le temps pour ça!" The Spy grunted as he slashed at Widowmaker's stomach.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"J'ai des affaires plus importantes à faire, mon amour." She said as he went to buttstroke the Spy to knock him down.

"Je ne pense pas qu'il y aura le temps pour ça!" The Spy grunted as he slashed at Widowmaker's stomach.

The assassin took a mortal wound to the stomach, as well as several bullets from Clarissa, weakening her significantly and leaving her slumped to the ground. In an effort to fight back, she took out her assault rifle and tried firing at clarissa on full-auto, then attacked the Spy.
"...Putain de cochon..."

[Valentine Z]

The assassin took a mortal wound to the stomach, as well as several bullets from Clarissa, weakening her significantly and leaving her slumped to the ground. In an effort to fight back, she took out her assault rifle and tried firing at clarissa on full-auto, then attacked the Spy.

Marcus quickly went in front of Clarissa and shielded the bullets.

I WILL BE YOUR SHIELD.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

Given the reaction time, Clarissa took a few shots from the assassin, as well as 3 head shots.

Ow!
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

[Greater South]

"Je ne pense pas qu'il y aura le temps pour ça!" The Spy grunted as he slashed at Widowmaker's stomach.

The assassin took a mortal wound to the stomach, as well as several bullets from Clarissa, weakening her significantly and leaving her slumped to the ground. In an effort to fight back, she took out her assault rifle and tried firing at clarissa on full-auto, then attacked the Spy.
"...Putain de cochon..."

As an automatic stream of ballistic rounds firing off towards the classy assassin, he instinctively ducked and rolled behind a ventilation shaft before drawing his revolver and firing a couple of shots at the sniper.

"Ne vous inquiétez pas, mon petit chou-fleur, autant que vous êtes un cochon, ça ne me dérange pas de manger du ventre de porc de temps en temps!" The Spy speeched.

The assassin took a mortal wound to the stomach, as well as several bullets from Clarissa, weakening her significantly and leaving her slumped to the ground. In an effort to fight back, she took out her assault rifle and tried firing at clarissa on full-auto, then attacked the Spy.

Marcus quickly went in front of Clarissa and shielded the bullets.

I WILL BE YOUR SHIELD.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

Given the reaction time, Clarissa took a few shots from the assassin, as well as 3 head shots.

Ow!
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

"Don't worry! I've got your back!" The Medic said, drawing his medigun as Dell ordered Sniper to perch up onto a roof. Unfortunately, he was going to an archery contest and left his own sniper rifle behind. Instead, he drew his Huntsman-model bow after climbing on top of the roof of the saloon and firing an arrow at the woman, praying it'd t

[Valentine Z]

"Don't worry! I've got your back!" The Medic said, drawing his medigun as Dell ordered Sniper to perch up onto a roof. Unfortunately, he was going to an archery contest and left his own sniper rifle behind. Instead, he drew his Huntsman-model bow after climbing on top of the roof of the saloon and firing an arrow at the woman, praying it'd t

Ah, Medic! Thanks, I will be fine! Please help the man on the ground! * Points at the guy, who is probably drowning in his pool of blood *
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

The assassin took a mortal wound to the stomach, as well as several bullets from Clarissa, weakening her significantly and leaving her slumped to the ground. In an effort to fight back, she took out her assault rifle and tried firing at clarissa on full-auto, then attacked the Spy.
"...Putain de cochon..."

As an automatic stream of ballistic rounds firing off towards the classy assassin, he instinctively ducked and rolled behind a ventilation shaft before drawing his revolver and firing a couple of shots at the sniper.

"Ne vous inquiétez pas, mon petit chou-fleur, autant que vous êtes un cochon, ça ne me dérange pas de manger du ventre de porc de temps en temps!" The Spy speeched.

Marcus quickly went in front of Clarissa and shielded the bullets.

I WILL BE YOUR SHIELD.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

Given the reaction time, Clarissa took a few shots from the assassin, as well as 3 head shots.

Ow!
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

"Don't worry! I've got your back!" The Medic said, drawing his medigun as Dell ordered Sniper to perch up onto a roof. Unfortunately, he was going to an archery contest and left his own sniper rifle behind. Instead, he drew his Huntsman-model bow after climbing on top of the roof of the saloon and firing an arrow at the woman, praying it'd t

Being mortally wounded and close to dying, the assassin went to get a shot off after the Spy took her ring finger our with a revolver. Soon, she turned over to see an arrow enter her neck in a sick, gory trickshot and going into her throat, effectively taking out her windpipe and jugular vein, killing her as she laid there with her own intestines now spilling out and an arrow in her throat.

[Greater South]

"Don't worry! I've got your back!" The Medic said, drawing his medigun as Dell ordered Sniper to perch up onto a roof. Unfortunately, he was going to an archery contest and left his own sniper rifle behind. Instead, he drew his Huntsman-model bow after climbing on top of the roof of the saloon and firing an arrow at the woman, praying it'd t

Ah, Medic! Thanks, I will be fine! Please help the man on the ground! * Points at the guy, who is probably drowning in his pool of blood *
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

"Ah, yes, I'll be right on-scene!" The Medic said, focusing his healing beam on the dying terrorist.

[Kyoki Chudoku]

Kurushimi and Aozora, at this point, took cover to avoid being killed in the midst of this confrontation.

”Why does death allows follow us?”

”I’m not sure...let us hope we avoid it once again...”

”Heh, Kurushimi? Sorry I lied to you. I really thought it’d be safe here...”

[Valentine Z]

Being mortally wounded and close to dying, the assassin went to get a shot off after the Spy took her ring finger our with a revolver. Soon, she turned over to see an arrow enter her neck in a sick, gory trickshot and going into her throat, effectively taking out her windpipe and jugular vein, killing her as she laid there with her own intestines now spilling out and an arrow in her throat.

I think I'm going to be sick... * He probably gagged a little in his mouth *
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

[Greater South]

Being mortally wounded and close to dying, the assassin went to get a shot off after the Spy took her ring finger our with a revolver. Soon, she turned over to see an arrow enter her neck in a sick, gory trickshot and going into her throat, effectively taking out her windpipe and jugular vein, killing her as she laid there with her own intestines now spilling out and an arrow in her throat.

I think I'm going to be sick... * He probably gagged a little in his mouth *
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

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Meanwhile, the Spy, in celebration, had just torn out Widowmaker's small intestine and carefully tied into a noose, before hanging her over a widowsill for all to see as he cloaked and ran off back into the saloon as everyone else cheered in a sickening manner, the Spy laughing maniacally.