Re: A guy's luck (Self-Insertion/TF2 Crossover)
Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:01 pm
K, now this is the dreaded backstory chapter. Not sure how I feel about it, but I dropped in something I'll refer too later on in the story, so I guess it has its uses. This part's mainly for the TF2 uninitiated though. But now think about it, I'm not sure why I made this story a self-insertion to begin with. I guess so it's easier to write since I know who I am, for the most part anyways.
Two days before the first day of school
I was touring the new school I was soon going to be a student in as part of my foreign exchange program. Yamaku Academy, or something like that, is a school for the disabled, and of course I had to roll exchanging places with one of the students from there. Luckily, his desire to travel abroad was so high that he paid for all my travel and boarding expenses, all in a pretty small amount of time. Looking back, I definitely got lucky there, or I wouldn’t be able to go here to begin with. Ah well. At least I’ll get to use my Japanese classes for once. I've managed to get pretty fluent in it, even if the occasional word flies by me.
I take a seat on one of the school’s park benches, a bit worn out from the trip here to begin with. I’ve only been able to look around the park so far, and I had plans to check out the buildings before it got dark. However, I’m soon joined by a tall kid who sits on the opposite end of the bench. He’s wearing brown pants with the bottom part pulled up to show off his socks and shoes, as well as a red t-shirt and a brown rucksack slung across his shoulders. For some odd reason though, his hands were bandaged, and he wears a headset over his black baseball cap. Since today’s mainly to get the new students situated in their dorms, he looks like one of the new transfers, although there’s something off about him...
“Hey, you transferring here too?” The guys Boston accent finally clues me in; he’s from the U.S. as well. Huh, talk about lucky! I won’t be the only guy here who can speak English. Choosing to be polite, I respond back.
“Yeah, one of them foreign exchange students looking to perfect my Japanese. Gonna spend a couple of trimesters here before I head back. What you doing here?”
“Uhh, I, uhh, never really finished high school and my employers just found out so they’re sending me here...” The guy says quickly, as if ashamed of it.
“No worries, at least they’re paying for it right?” I ask. If he’s getting some free foreign schooling from his job, he is one lucky SOB. That or he must be really good at his job.
“Yeah, dumbasses at RED can’t find no one to replace me. I dropped out with 1 semester left, so I just gotta hold out for only two trimesters here and bang! I go back to doing what I do best.” He says back in his normal tone of voice. That Boston accent is getting a bit grating though. Wait wut? Did he just say RED?
“You wouldn’t happen to be talking about RED from Team Fortress 2 right?” I ask jokingly. I’ve logged a couple hundred hours on TF2, and so far I’ve only seen one company called RED for short, both in real life and in a game, Reliable Excavation and Demolition.
“No, nope, not really. Dunno what you talking about pal.” The stranger says in a nervous ton. Now to think of it, there’s only one person I’ve seen that looks like him...
“Yes he’s the Scout. And no, we weren’t expecting anyone from the West to transfer as well.” A female voice said from behind me. She definitely sounded old, but her tone definitely yelled out insidious. Than a woman walked around the bench and stood in front of us. Yep, definitely old, with graying hair, but not who I expected, or I did expect once I heard her voice; the Announcer. Another woman pulled up behind her, a shy looking one with glasses and appearing to hide behind a clipboard. I guess she must be Miss Pauling.
“Scout, out of the whole team, I considered you the most mentally challenged, and you proved it yet again. You already know how I feel about...friendship,” The Announcer spits out that word with a slight cringe, as if she abhors the very idea of it, “And you’ve already broken your cover BEFORE your remedial schooling begins! Honestly, I swear Heavy could have done a better job blending in than you.” She finishes her little tirade to Scout, then turns to me.
“Well, about you. You now know that RED and BLU are actually real, as well as everything else you’ve seen and played in TF2. Hell, we weren’t even expecting anyone from the U.S. to transfer here as well, as I said earlier. These Japanese only play their silly Monster Hunter and Dragon Quest, so there would be no chance of any of them recognizing Scout for who he really is.” the Announcer explains while pacing back and forth. Oddly enough, Miss Pauling is scribbling down everything she says, almost like one of these people who copy down every word said in a courtroom. Snapping back into reality, I realize this is a very dangerous situation. The Announcer is known to be a ruthless bitch, going so far to break a friendship between the RED demoman and BLU soldier by claiming one is betraying the other and giving them weapons to kill each other. For all I know, she could kill me on the spot.
“And why are you telling me all this? Is this one of those scenes where you explain everything because I’m going to die anyways? I was only sitting down for God’s sake!” I say in a calm voice, attempting to keep my cool. While there appears to be no one else here, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a Sniper hiding somewhere.
“Um, the kid has a point. He kinda got dragged into this thanks to y’know...” Miss Pauling suddenly adds in, gesturing towards Scout at the end of her sentence. I’m actually kinda relieved that someone’s defending me, maybe I’ll live through this encounter. “He doesn’t deserve to die just because of someone else’s actions. And Scout could use some companionship, he’s not really smart.”
“Heyyyy! Scout whines, but the Announcer ignores him.
“Hmmmmm. I might be going soft, because for once I’m actually agreeing with you, Miss Pauling.” The Announcer then turns back to me, “Anyways, even if I wanted to take you out, the Japanese authorities would be all over me, drawing unnecessary scrutiny towards my...occupation, which you already know. I have no moles inside the Japanese government...something I’ll have to remedy later, but consider yourself extremely lucky....” She drops off, realizing she doesn’t know my name.
“Guido. Call me Guido.” I finished for her. Inside my head, I’m doing a jig because I won’t die. But outside, I keep a mostly passive face. Gotta keep the cards close.
“Well, since you know all this now, you may as well do something good for me. You didn’t want to run off the very minute Scout opened his mouth?”
“No, not really. Hell, if anything, I was pleased that there was another foreign exchange student from the U.S. here. At least there’s one person I can kinda relate to straight off the bat. That and running away from someone who tries talking to you is considered weird. Also, pretty sure you’ve been watching Scout the entire time” I add the last part as more of an afterthought than anything else, but why would she ask me an obvious question?
“Good, than you’re perfect for the task. As you know from all the backstory, Scout here, along with all his teammates and foes, are barred from having friendships within his job. You obviously aren’t bound by this, so I suppose you and Scout could be...friends. Friends do help each other when one is struggling with class right, Miss Pauling?”
“Umm, yes, they should, at any rate.” Miss Pauling quickly says while trying to keep pace of the conversation.
“Well, Scout, looks like I found a friend. At any rate, you shouldn’t be here any longer than the two trimesters you’re missing from graduation. You do have no objection to this?” The Announcer stares at Scout menacingly with that last question, as if daring him to defy her authority.
“Err no ma’am. The reasons why Guido didn’t run off straight away are the exact same reasons why i approached him to b-begin with.” Scout responds with a slightly stutter, clearly unnerved by this.
“Good, you never had any choice in the matter to begin with. Anyways, I’m going back to Teufort to fabricate an excuse for the ceasefire for the BLU team. Miss Pauling, I’m leaving you here to help finish the rest of Scout’s unpacking, along with Heavy. Fly back to Teufort when you’ve finished your task.” The Announcer says while already starting to walk away. But then suddenly, she turns around and gives me the same look she had just given Scout. “Guido, you already know what’ll happen if you breathe a word of this to anyone outside RED team. But as I can tell, you’re no fool, so as long as you keep your mouth shut, we won’t have any problems.”
“Really? No attempts at assassination once I finish my time here? After all, you did off the Director after you got the intel from him.” I ask. I have to confirm my immunity; I’d rather not live the rest of my life in fear, thank you very much.
“No, no strings attached this time. Even I recognize that you had no control over this situation to start with. Just consider yourself lucky this happened in one of my good moods. Well, if you’re done asking inane questions, I’ll be off than.” With that, the Announcer starts to leisurely walk down the park path again. As the three of us watch her leave though, it’s obvious her aura of evil is out in full force though as a cane-wielding girl took one look at the Announcer and hastily altered her path so she wouldn’t have to pass her.
“Alright then, Scout, I’ll head back to the car and get the rest of your stuff. You should do fine here.” Miss Pauling says as she lets her clipboard arm drop to one side. With that, she also walks off in the same direction the Announcer went. Looking over at Scout, I see that he’s staring off into the woods. I guess he didn’t really expect this to happen. Suddenly, he turns to me with a remorseful look.
“Uhh, Guido, I just want to say...sorry for dragging you into this. It’s just that I haven’t been to school ever since I dropped out, and y’know actually learning shit and making actual school friends is a pretty good break from shooting dumbasses apart everyday. Not that I don’t like my teammates and all, but still...” He drops the end of his sentence, unsure of what to say next.
I’m not sure how to respond to this. The Scout I’m seeing right now is way off character than what I’d expect from the in-game Scout. I was expecting him to be all brash and arrogant, and while I did see that when he introduced himself, I’m sensing this of him that isn’t shown very often, and he wouldn’t waste it on random strangers.. Pulling myself together, I force myself to speak.
“Well, what’s done is done ehh? Anyways, it’s not all bad. We’re two people in a strange land, it’s only common that we’d try to find people who could band together. I’m also kinda honored that THE Scout would approach me with the intentions of friendship. No need to kick yourself trying to act on natural instinct.”
I get up from the bench, looking at the darkening sky. It seems I won’t have time to check out the facilities after all.
“I gotta go, gonna crash at my dorm. Brighten up Scout, you hafta learn to enjoy this while you can.” I say as I dust myself off. Scout, however, is already back towards staring off, this time looking at the plains in front of him. I guess nearly causing an innocent person to die just because he wanted to talk with him must have rattled him more than I thought. “We can meet up before school starts, y’know talk a bit. Lessen the impact the first day always has. My dorm room is 119 if I recall correctly. If you wanna talk, just knock. And no I’m not doing this just because of your boss, you seem like a cool guy, Scout.”
With a gentle fist bump to his shoulder, I stroll off as well to leave Scout with his thoughts.Even though we’ve known each other for about 20 minutes, it seems a near-death experience on my part brought us both closer in a relatively fast pace. I’m kinda surprised I’m not reeling at the fact that weapons that defy the laws of physics and Respawning is real. I guess I can go into shock about those later. For now, I’ll just enjoy the fresh air.
Two days before the first day of school
I was touring the new school I was soon going to be a student in as part of my foreign exchange program. Yamaku Academy, or something like that, is a school for the disabled, and of course I had to roll exchanging places with one of the students from there. Luckily, his desire to travel abroad was so high that he paid for all my travel and boarding expenses, all in a pretty small amount of time. Looking back, I definitely got lucky there, or I wouldn’t be able to go here to begin with. Ah well. At least I’ll get to use my Japanese classes for once. I've managed to get pretty fluent in it, even if the occasional word flies by me.
I take a seat on one of the school’s park benches, a bit worn out from the trip here to begin with. I’ve only been able to look around the park so far, and I had plans to check out the buildings before it got dark. However, I’m soon joined by a tall kid who sits on the opposite end of the bench. He’s wearing brown pants with the bottom part pulled up to show off his socks and shoes, as well as a red t-shirt and a brown rucksack slung across his shoulders. For some odd reason though, his hands were bandaged, and he wears a headset over his black baseball cap. Since today’s mainly to get the new students situated in their dorms, he looks like one of the new transfers, although there’s something off about him...
“Hey, you transferring here too?” The guys Boston accent finally clues me in; he’s from the U.S. as well. Huh, talk about lucky! I won’t be the only guy here who can speak English. Choosing to be polite, I respond back.
“Yeah, one of them foreign exchange students looking to perfect my Japanese. Gonna spend a couple of trimesters here before I head back. What you doing here?”
“Uhh, I, uhh, never really finished high school and my employers just found out so they’re sending me here...” The guy says quickly, as if ashamed of it.
“No worries, at least they’re paying for it right?” I ask. If he’s getting some free foreign schooling from his job, he is one lucky SOB. That or he must be really good at his job.
“Yeah, dumbasses at RED can’t find no one to replace me. I dropped out with 1 semester left, so I just gotta hold out for only two trimesters here and bang! I go back to doing what I do best.” He says back in his normal tone of voice. That Boston accent is getting a bit grating though. Wait wut? Did he just say RED?
“You wouldn’t happen to be talking about RED from Team Fortress 2 right?” I ask jokingly. I’ve logged a couple hundred hours on TF2, and so far I’ve only seen one company called RED for short, both in real life and in a game, Reliable Excavation and Demolition.
“No, nope, not really. Dunno what you talking about pal.” The stranger says in a nervous ton. Now to think of it, there’s only one person I’ve seen that looks like him...
“Yes he’s the Scout. And no, we weren’t expecting anyone from the West to transfer as well.” A female voice said from behind me. She definitely sounded old, but her tone definitely yelled out insidious. Than a woman walked around the bench and stood in front of us. Yep, definitely old, with graying hair, but not who I expected, or I did expect once I heard her voice; the Announcer. Another woman pulled up behind her, a shy looking one with glasses and appearing to hide behind a clipboard. I guess she must be Miss Pauling.
“Scout, out of the whole team, I considered you the most mentally challenged, and you proved it yet again. You already know how I feel about...friendship,” The Announcer spits out that word with a slight cringe, as if she abhors the very idea of it, “And you’ve already broken your cover BEFORE your remedial schooling begins! Honestly, I swear Heavy could have done a better job blending in than you.” She finishes her little tirade to Scout, then turns to me.
“Well, about you. You now know that RED and BLU are actually real, as well as everything else you’ve seen and played in TF2. Hell, we weren’t even expecting anyone from the U.S. to transfer here as well, as I said earlier. These Japanese only play their silly Monster Hunter and Dragon Quest, so there would be no chance of any of them recognizing Scout for who he really is.” the Announcer explains while pacing back and forth. Oddly enough, Miss Pauling is scribbling down everything she says, almost like one of these people who copy down every word said in a courtroom. Snapping back into reality, I realize this is a very dangerous situation. The Announcer is known to be a ruthless bitch, going so far to break a friendship between the RED demoman and BLU soldier by claiming one is betraying the other and giving them weapons to kill each other. For all I know, she could kill me on the spot.
“And why are you telling me all this? Is this one of those scenes where you explain everything because I’m going to die anyways? I was only sitting down for God’s sake!” I say in a calm voice, attempting to keep my cool. While there appears to be no one else here, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a Sniper hiding somewhere.
“Um, the kid has a point. He kinda got dragged into this thanks to y’know...” Miss Pauling suddenly adds in, gesturing towards Scout at the end of her sentence. I’m actually kinda relieved that someone’s defending me, maybe I’ll live through this encounter. “He doesn’t deserve to die just because of someone else’s actions. And Scout could use some companionship, he’s not really smart.”
“Heyyyy! Scout whines, but the Announcer ignores him.
“Hmmmmm. I might be going soft, because for once I’m actually agreeing with you, Miss Pauling.” The Announcer then turns back to me, “Anyways, even if I wanted to take you out, the Japanese authorities would be all over me, drawing unnecessary scrutiny towards my...occupation, which you already know. I have no moles inside the Japanese government...something I’ll have to remedy later, but consider yourself extremely lucky....” She drops off, realizing she doesn’t know my name.
“Guido. Call me Guido.” I finished for her. Inside my head, I’m doing a jig because I won’t die. But outside, I keep a mostly passive face. Gotta keep the cards close.
“Well, since you know all this now, you may as well do something good for me. You didn’t want to run off the very minute Scout opened his mouth?”
“No, not really. Hell, if anything, I was pleased that there was another foreign exchange student from the U.S. here. At least there’s one person I can kinda relate to straight off the bat. That and running away from someone who tries talking to you is considered weird. Also, pretty sure you’ve been watching Scout the entire time” I add the last part as more of an afterthought than anything else, but why would she ask me an obvious question?
“Good, than you’re perfect for the task. As you know from all the backstory, Scout here, along with all his teammates and foes, are barred from having friendships within his job. You obviously aren’t bound by this, so I suppose you and Scout could be...friends. Friends do help each other when one is struggling with class right, Miss Pauling?”
“Umm, yes, they should, at any rate.” Miss Pauling quickly says while trying to keep pace of the conversation.
“Well, Scout, looks like I found a friend. At any rate, you shouldn’t be here any longer than the two trimesters you’re missing from graduation. You do have no objection to this?” The Announcer stares at Scout menacingly with that last question, as if daring him to defy her authority.
“Err no ma’am. The reasons why Guido didn’t run off straight away are the exact same reasons why i approached him to b-begin with.” Scout responds with a slightly stutter, clearly unnerved by this.
“Good, you never had any choice in the matter to begin with. Anyways, I’m going back to Teufort to fabricate an excuse for the ceasefire for the BLU team. Miss Pauling, I’m leaving you here to help finish the rest of Scout’s unpacking, along with Heavy. Fly back to Teufort when you’ve finished your task.” The Announcer says while already starting to walk away. But then suddenly, she turns around and gives me the same look she had just given Scout. “Guido, you already know what’ll happen if you breathe a word of this to anyone outside RED team. But as I can tell, you’re no fool, so as long as you keep your mouth shut, we won’t have any problems.”
“Really? No attempts at assassination once I finish my time here? After all, you did off the Director after you got the intel from him.” I ask. I have to confirm my immunity; I’d rather not live the rest of my life in fear, thank you very much.
“No, no strings attached this time. Even I recognize that you had no control over this situation to start with. Just consider yourself lucky this happened in one of my good moods. Well, if you’re done asking inane questions, I’ll be off than.” With that, the Announcer starts to leisurely walk down the park path again. As the three of us watch her leave though, it’s obvious her aura of evil is out in full force though as a cane-wielding girl took one look at the Announcer and hastily altered her path so she wouldn’t have to pass her.
“Alright then, Scout, I’ll head back to the car and get the rest of your stuff. You should do fine here.” Miss Pauling says as she lets her clipboard arm drop to one side. With that, she also walks off in the same direction the Announcer went. Looking over at Scout, I see that he’s staring off into the woods. I guess he didn’t really expect this to happen. Suddenly, he turns to me with a remorseful look.
“Uhh, Guido, I just want to say...sorry for dragging you into this. It’s just that I haven’t been to school ever since I dropped out, and y’know actually learning shit and making actual school friends is a pretty good break from shooting dumbasses apart everyday. Not that I don’t like my teammates and all, but still...” He drops the end of his sentence, unsure of what to say next.
I’m not sure how to respond to this. The Scout I’m seeing right now is way off character than what I’d expect from the in-game Scout. I was expecting him to be all brash and arrogant, and while I did see that when he introduced himself, I’m sensing this of him that isn’t shown very often, and he wouldn’t waste it on random strangers.. Pulling myself together, I force myself to speak.
“Well, what’s done is done ehh? Anyways, it’s not all bad. We’re two people in a strange land, it’s only common that we’d try to find people who could band together. I’m also kinda honored that THE Scout would approach me with the intentions of friendship. No need to kick yourself trying to act on natural instinct.”
I get up from the bench, looking at the darkening sky. It seems I won’t have time to check out the facilities after all.
“I gotta go, gonna crash at my dorm. Brighten up Scout, you hafta learn to enjoy this while you can.” I say as I dust myself off. Scout, however, is already back towards staring off, this time looking at the plains in front of him. I guess nearly causing an innocent person to die just because he wanted to talk with him must have rattled him more than I thought. “We can meet up before school starts, y’know talk a bit. Lessen the impact the first day always has. My dorm room is 119 if I recall correctly. If you wanna talk, just knock. And no I’m not doing this just because of your boss, you seem like a cool guy, Scout.”
With a gentle fist bump to his shoulder, I stroll off as well to leave Scout with his thoughts.Even though we’ve known each other for about 20 minutes, it seems a near-death experience on my part brought us both closer in a relatively fast pace. I’m kinda surprised I’m not reeling at the fact that weapons that defy the laws of physics and Respawning is real. I guess I can go into shock about those later. For now, I’ll just enjoy the fresh air.