Post by Juggers on Oct 9, 2006 16:07:02 GMT -5
Python sighed, flipped up the face mask and powered down the lathe. The job was finally done, Cain would be pleased. He wasn't too sure Pyro would be, but the Juggernaut would be over the moon. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his face examined the newly metal-lined interior of the reinforced concrete helmet.
"It had better fit," he grumbled and trooped off to find the big man.
For his part, Cain was in the kitchen with a line of peanuts that he was using as projectiles. A flick of his fingers sent the tiny snacks spinning through the air to shatter into salty fragments against the far wall.
Perched on a stool beside the wall was an up-turned glass.
It was a well known fact that a bored Juggernaut was a very bad thing. An oily nut exploded a good six inches wide of the target as Python entered and winced as a flying piece of debris hit him in the ear.
"Hey!" He cried in indignation.
Cain grinned, "sorry mate, fuckin' 'ard to aim these things I tell ya!"
Then he spotted the helmet in Python's hands.
"You got it done?" He asked with an even broader grin.
Python smiled back.
"Yes indeed, bloody hard work filing out that concrete though, it was made to last."
The Juggernaut plucked the reinvented helmet from his hands and stood there weighing it in one hand thoughtfully.
"Feels 'eavier," he commented.
Python raised an eyebrow, "yes, I'm sure it will be so much harder for you to run now," he said with more then a little trace of sarcasm.
Cain gingerly placed the helmet on his head and rolled his eyes around as if expecting something to happen.
Nothing did.
"Feels weird," he said, "bit tingly."
"You're just full of compliments arn't you?" Python said with a smirk.
The Juggernaut grinned again, "too fuckin' right," he said and the adopted a stern expression.
"'ho will YOU stand with?" He said in an artificially stern voice.
Python shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"You like it then."
Cain said nothing, instead flicking another of the peanuts at incredible speed across the room.
A second later there was a crash of breaking glass and glittering fragments cascaded to the floor.
The Juggernaut threw his hands into the air in victory.
"'e shoots! 'E SCORES!"
"It had better fit," he grumbled and trooped off to find the big man.
For his part, Cain was in the kitchen with a line of peanuts that he was using as projectiles. A flick of his fingers sent the tiny snacks spinning through the air to shatter into salty fragments against the far wall.
Perched on a stool beside the wall was an up-turned glass.
It was a well known fact that a bored Juggernaut was a very bad thing. An oily nut exploded a good six inches wide of the target as Python entered and winced as a flying piece of debris hit him in the ear.
"Hey!" He cried in indignation.
Cain grinned, "sorry mate, fuckin' 'ard to aim these things I tell ya!"
Then he spotted the helmet in Python's hands.
"You got it done?" He asked with an even broader grin.
Python smiled back.
"Yes indeed, bloody hard work filing out that concrete though, it was made to last."
The Juggernaut plucked the reinvented helmet from his hands and stood there weighing it in one hand thoughtfully.
"Feels 'eavier," he commented.
Python raised an eyebrow, "yes, I'm sure it will be so much harder for you to run now," he said with more then a little trace of sarcasm.
Cain gingerly placed the helmet on his head and rolled his eyes around as if expecting something to happen.
Nothing did.
"Feels weird," he said, "bit tingly."
"You're just full of compliments arn't you?" Python said with a smirk.
The Juggernaut grinned again, "too fuckin' right," he said and the adopted a stern expression.
"'ho will YOU stand with?" He said in an artificially stern voice.
Python shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"You like it then."
Cain said nothing, instead flicking another of the peanuts at incredible speed across the room.
A second later there was a crash of breaking glass and glittering fragments cascaded to the floor.
The Juggernaut threw his hands into the air in victory.
"'e shoots! 'E SCORES!"
