The Grim Reaper and The Easter Bunny
Py-Bun settled in relief. “You can call me Py-Bun, but if you’re asking for my real name, I can’t tell you that.” She said without a pause. ”Say….. you said you own this manor? Ain’t this a property of Mann Co.? If you’re a Pyro, how come you got a scythe? And you’re not wearing a gas mask?” She asked like a lil’ curious kid.She still have some questions though, but she might forget why she was there in the first place.
Ire smiled beneath the skull like gas mask, “I can say I own this manor because it has been long time abandoned, when I got here two months ago, the building was in shambles and I just started to renovate…” Ire pulled down his hood to reveal short blonde hair, “I got the scythe from the shed… And as for the gas mask, I modified it… I enjoy being unique.” Ire looked up as he heard a loud crash roar across the sky, “Unless you enjoy getting wet, I’d recommend heading upstairs… there is plenty of rain fall… great for cooling down the wine cellar but horrible for the resupply room…”
“Uuhmm, well I would love to stay, but just I need to get something from here.” Py-Bun said as she scratched her side. “Although I forgot what it was.” She shrugged.
"Sorry if I made you forget, maybe a tour of the manor would jog your memory… I mean I might be after the same item…" Ire walked up the stairs, the grand hall decorated with tattered tapestries and cobwebs, "Home sweet home, make yourself comfortable, I will get the fire started… You are after all a guest." Ire glanced over to the empty fire place and snapped, a white flame haunting the black void, "It is amazing what you can do with two months of solitude searching for a RED documents…" Ire sat on a tattered couch, hands hovering above his mask. A sudden knock comes from the door, hard, rapid, threatening knocks, "WHO’S THERE!?" Ire calls out as he reaches for his scythe.