Are ya' lost

medic said im a menace to every one including my self

[ask-the-trapper]

Rules n stuff

This is a ask/ suggestion blog for my oc

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Rules : no ns/fw of any kind, bullying, and discrimination of any kind.

I will not hesitate to block you if break those rules

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Tags:

(OOC) Trapper talks

Trapper responds Art tag

rb rb from main

I will tag any tw if it us mentioned in a post.

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Info on Trapper

Name : [REDACTED] [REDACTED]

Age : 28 yo

Height : 5'7 ft

Orientation : Bi ( masc leaning )

Pronouns : He/ they

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[ muns name is Grim and I also use he/ they, and I am a minor (17) ]

[ask-the-trapper]

[OOC I know noone frequents this blog anymore bc I kinda stopped being into tf2 but I'm kinda back on my bullshit and am kinda working on a re-design of trapper. There's a chance I may come back w/ a masive re-vamp but there's no guarantee that I'll actually regain the motivation to rp again but we'll cross that bridge when I we get to it lol.]

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy springs back up when realizing Trapper is on the couch. startled, he holds his pawlike hands in front of him with claws drawn.

he then relaxes, and responds)

".. um... yeah. yeah, i'm alright. just had a long day, y'know? got pretty uh... drained..."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh... right

*he grinds his teeth slightly. They reaching out for the remote and lazily tossing twords him.*

Uhh wanna watch somethin'?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy catches the remote)

yeah. sure.

(he then goes over to the couch, providing proper time for Trapper to move before sitting down.

he starts scrolling channels. doesn't look like there's a lot on.)

[ask-the-trapper]

*they lean back slightly, watching the channels scroll by. *

Don't got much on do they.

*he pauses for a moment, thinking*

Ay I gotta couple of VHS's around her'

[askthefuturescout]

"yeah. get one of them." jeremy placed the remote on the arm of the couch. "channels aint giving me anything."

[ask-the-trapper]

Alright

*they stand and fish around for a bit before pulling out a box full of VHS's, so much for just a couple.*

Uhh pick which ever one ya' want, i got...

*he starts to pull a couple out.*

Horror, Horror and horror- i think thats all I got actually

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy picks one randomly, recognizing none of the movies)

[ask-the-trapper]

*he flops back down into the couch.*

Ya' could put that one on if ya' want

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy puts the VHS in and then sits back on the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

Want me ta' get somethin' ta' eat?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy springs back up when realizing Trapper is on the couch. startled, he holds his pawlike hands in front of him with claws drawn.

he then relaxes, and responds)

".. um... yeah. yeah, i'm alright. just had a long day, y'know? got pretty uh... drained..."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh... right

*he grinds his teeth slightly. They reaching out for the remote and lazily tossing twords him.*

Uhh wanna watch somethin'?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy catches the remote)

yeah. sure.

(he then goes over to the couch, providing proper time for Trapper to move before sitting down.

he starts scrolling channels. doesn't look like there's a lot on.)

[ask-the-trapper]

*they lean back slightly, watching the channels scroll by. *

Don't got much on do they.

*he pauses for a moment, thinking*

Ay I gotta couple of VHS's around her'

[askthefuturescout]

"yeah. get one of them." jeremy placed the remote on the arm of the couch. "channels aint giving me anything."

[ask-the-trapper]

Alright

*they stand and fish around for a bit before pulling out a box full of VHS's, so much for just a couple.*

Uhh pick which ever one ya' want, i got...

*he starts to pull a couple out.*

Horror, Horror and horror- i think thats all I got actually

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy picks one randomly, recognizing none of the movies)

[ask-the-trapper]

*he flops back down into the couch.*

Ya' could put that one on if ya' want

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy springs back up when realizing Trapper is on the couch. startled, he holds his pawlike hands in front of him with claws drawn.

he then relaxes, and responds)

".. um... yeah. yeah, i'm alright. just had a long day, y'know? got pretty uh... drained..."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh... right

*he grinds his teeth slightly. They reaching out for the remote and lazily tossing twords him.*

Uhh wanna watch somethin'?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy catches the remote)

yeah. sure.

(he then goes over to the couch, providing proper time for Trapper to move before sitting down.

he starts scrolling channels. doesn't look like there's a lot on.)

[ask-the-trapper]

*they lean back slightly, watching the channels scroll by. *

Don't got much on do they.

*he pauses for a moment, thinking*

Ay I gotta couple of VHS's around her'

[askthefuturescout]

"yeah. get one of them." jeremy placed the remote on the arm of the couch. "channels aint giving me anything."

[ask-the-trapper]

Alright

*they stand and fish around for a bit before pulling out a box full of VHS's, so much for just a couple.*

Uhh pick which ever one ya' want, i got...

*he starts to pull a couple out.*

Horror, Horror and horror- i think thats all I got actually

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy springs back up when realizing Trapper is on the couch. startled, he holds his pawlike hands in front of him with claws drawn.

he then relaxes, and responds)

".. um... yeah. yeah, i'm alright. just had a long day, y'know? got pretty uh... drained..."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh... right

*he grinds his teeth slightly. They reaching out for the remote and lazily tossing twords him.*

Uhh wanna watch somethin'?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy catches the remote)

yeah. sure.

(he then goes over to the couch, providing proper time for Trapper to move before sitting down.

he starts scrolling channels. doesn't look like there's a lot on.)

[ask-the-trapper]

*they lean back slightly, watching the channels scroll by. *

Don't got much on do they.

*he pauses for a moment, thinking*

Ay I gotta couple of VHS's around her'

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy springs back up when realizing Trapper is on the couch. startled, he holds his pawlike hands in front of him with claws drawn.

he then relaxes, and responds)

".. um... yeah. yeah, i'm alright. just had a long day, y'know? got pretty uh... drained..."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh... right

*he grinds his teeth slightly. They reaching out for the remote and lazily tossing twords him.*

Uhh wanna watch somethin'?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[askthefuturescout]

(jeremy, unusually sluggish, walks into the living room and falls onto the couch)

[ask-the-trapper]

*trapper is resting on the couch, and is startled by him flopping onto it*

Uhh- are ya' okay?

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy sits at the kitchen table, watching what appears to be a pile of moss roughly the size of a dinner plate. Every now and then, the pile moves.]

[ask-the-trapper]

Ay spy- what tha' hell is that-

*he stops in the door way starting down the pile of moss on the table*

[i-am-the-spy]

This is a friend I met a few weeks ago. Their name is Moss.

[the moss pile squirms towards the Trapper, leaving a slimy trail behind it]

[ask-the-trapper]

*backing out of the door frame as it slithered along the table*

Why is it movin'-

[i-am-the-spy]

There's a large slug under there.

[ask-the-trapper]

Oh huh...

*he walks back into the kitchen considably less unnerved, walking towards to table and poking the pile*

Uh slugs are cool I gusse

[i-am-the-spy]

They are interesting, aren't they?

This one can sing, not that they do often.

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh cool, I ain't heard of a slug that can sting ya before

* he walks away momentarily to grab a drink before taking a seat at the table and petting the slug with his finger*

[i-am-the-spy]

"Ah. I may have not spoken clearly. This slug can sing. They can vocalize in a moving tone."

[The Spy stands up and gets a drink as well- a glass of milk.]

"I don't believe we've met. I am the Spy."

[ask-the-trapper]

Ha, now that's really somethin' I ain't ever heard of!

*they reach a hand out to him*

I'm tha' Trapper nice ta' meet ya'

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy takes The Trapper's hand and shakes it, then lets go.]

"Likewise."

[ask-the-trapper]

Uh so where did ya' get this thing anyway?

[i-am-the-spy]

"They were a member of a group that I travelled with for a while. We kept in contact."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh, so ya usta' travel alot? I sorta did tha' same thing a couple of years ago...

[i-am-the-spy]

"It was just the best option at the time, and really only for a few weeks."

The Spy then raised an inquisitive brow at The Trapper

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh neat...

Yeah I usta' hitchhike alot, didn't have a car for a while...

[i-am-the-spy]

"Makes sense."

Moss, meanwhile, had fallen asleep close to The Trapper.

"As I'm sure you can imagine, the job of a Spy does occasionally require a change of residence, but I wouldn't call it 'being a traveller'. It's just business."

[ask-the-trapper]

Yeah I can get that

* he looks down at the moss, and absent-mindedly pets it*

Huh seems like tha' lil' fell alseep

[i-am-the-spy]

"How about that? They have fallen asleep."

He appears to be a bit lost in thought, although still responsive.

[ask-the-trapper]

Eh anyway its been nice ta' meet ya', I'm on a bit of a crunch right now, but I guess I'll see ya' 'round

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy sits at the kitchen table, watching what appears to be a pile of moss roughly the size of a dinner plate. Every now and then, the pile moves.]

[ask-the-trapper]

Ay spy- what tha' hell is that-

*he stops in the door way starting down the pile of moss on the table*

[i-am-the-spy]

This is a friend I met a few weeks ago. Their name is Moss.

[the moss pile squirms towards the Trapper, leaving a slimy trail behind it]

[ask-the-trapper]

*backing out of the door frame as it slithered along the table*

Why is it movin'-

[i-am-the-spy]

There's a large slug under there.

[ask-the-trapper]

Oh huh...

*he walks back into the kitchen considably less unnerved, walking towards to table and poking the pile*

Uh slugs are cool I gusse

[i-am-the-spy]

They are interesting, aren't they?

This one can sing, not that they do often.

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh cool, I ain't heard of a slug that can sting ya before

* he walks away momentarily to grab a drink before taking a seat at the table and petting the slug with his finger*

[i-am-the-spy]

"Ah. I may have not spoken clearly. This slug can sing. They can vocalize in a moving tone."

[The Spy stands up and gets a drink as well- a glass of milk.]

"I don't believe we've met. I am the Spy."

[ask-the-trapper]

Ha, now that's really somethin' I ain't ever heard of!

*they reach a hand out to him*

I'm tha' Trapper nice ta' meet ya'

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy takes The Trapper's hand and shakes it, then lets go.]

"Likewise."

[ask-the-trapper]

Uh so where did ya' get this thing anyway?

[i-am-the-spy]

"They were a member of a group that I travelled with for a while. We kept in contact."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh, so ya usta' travel alot? I sorta did tha' same thing a couple of years ago...

[i-am-the-spy]

"It was just the best option at the time, and really only for a few weeks."

The Spy then raised an inquisitive brow at The Trapper

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh neat...

Yeah I usta' hitchhike alot, didn't have a car for a while...

[i-am-the-spy]

"Makes sense."

Moss, meanwhile, had fallen asleep close to The Trapper.

"As I'm sure you can imagine, the job of a Spy does occasionally require a change of residence, but I wouldn't call it 'being a traveller'. It's just business."

[ask-the-trapper]

Yeah I can get that

* he looks down at the moss, and absent-mindedly pets it*

Huh seems like tha' lil' fell alseep

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy sits at the kitchen table, watching what appears to be a pile of moss roughly the size of a dinner plate. Every now and then, the pile moves.]

[ask-the-trapper]

Ay spy- what tha' hell is that-

*he stops in the door way starting down the pile of moss on the table*

[i-am-the-spy]

This is a friend I met a few weeks ago. Their name is Moss.

[the moss pile squirms towards the Trapper, leaving a slimy trail behind it]

[ask-the-trapper]

*backing out of the door frame as it slithered along the table*

Why is it movin'-

[i-am-the-spy]

There's a large slug under there.

[ask-the-trapper]

Oh huh...

*he walks back into the kitchen considably less unnerved, walking towards to table and poking the pile*

Uh slugs are cool I gusse

[i-am-the-spy]

They are interesting, aren't they?

This one can sing, not that they do often.

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh cool, I ain't heard of a slug that can sting ya before

* he walks away momentarily to grab a drink before taking a seat at the table and petting the slug with his finger*

[i-am-the-spy]

"Ah. I may have not spoken clearly. This slug can sing. They can vocalize in a moving tone."

[The Spy stands up and gets a drink as well- a glass of milk.]

"I don't believe we've met. I am the Spy."

[ask-the-trapper]

Ha, now that's really somethin' I ain't ever heard of!

*they reach a hand out to him*

I'm tha' Trapper nice ta' meet ya'

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy takes The Trapper's hand and shakes it, then lets go.]

"Likewise."

[ask-the-trapper]

Uh so where did ya' get this thing anyway?

[i-am-the-spy]

"They were a member of a group that I travelled with for a while. We kept in contact."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh, so ya usta' travel alot? I sorta did tha' same thing a couple of years ago...

[i-am-the-spy]

"It was just the best option at the time, and really only for a few weeks."

The Spy then raised an inquisitive brow at The Trapper

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh neat...

Yeah I usta' hitchhike alot, didn't have a car for a while...

[i-am-the-spy]

"Makes sense."

Moss, meanwhile, had fallen asleep close to The Trapper.

"As I'm sure you can imagine, the job of a Spy does occasionally require a change of residence, but I wouldn't call it 'being a traveller'. It's just business."

[ask-the-trapper]

Yeah I can get that

* he looks down at the moss, and absent-mindedly pets it*

Huh seems like tha' lil' fell alseep

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy sits at the kitchen table, watching what appears to be a pile of moss roughly the size of a dinner plate. Every now and then, the pile moves.]

[ask-the-trapper]

Ay spy- what tha' hell is that-

*he stops in the door way starting down the pile of moss on the table*

[i-am-the-spy]

This is a friend I met a few weeks ago. Their name is Moss.

[the moss pile squirms towards the Trapper, leaving a slimy trail behind it]

[ask-the-trapper]

*backing out of the door frame as it slithered along the table*

Why is it movin'-

[i-am-the-spy]

There's a large slug under there.

[ask-the-trapper]

Oh huh...

*he walks back into the kitchen considably less unnerved, walking towards to table and poking the pile*

Uh slugs are cool I gusse

[i-am-the-spy]

They are interesting, aren't they?

This one can sing, not that they do often.

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh cool, I ain't heard of a slug that can sting ya before

* he walks away momentarily to grab a drink before taking a seat at the table and petting the slug with his finger*

[i-am-the-spy]

"Ah. I may have not spoken clearly. This slug can sing. They can vocalize in a moving tone."

[The Spy stands up and gets a drink as well- a glass of milk.]

"I don't believe we've met. I am the Spy."

[ask-the-trapper]

Ha, now that's really somethin' I ain't ever heard of!

*they reach a hand out to him*

I'm tha' Trapper nice ta' meet ya'

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy takes The Trapper's hand and shakes it, then lets go.]

"Likewise."

[ask-the-trapper]

Uh so where did ya' get this thing anyway?

[i-am-the-spy]

"They were a member of a group that I travelled with for a while. We kept in contact."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh, so ya usta' travel alot? I sorta did tha' same thing a couple of years ago...

[i-am-the-spy]

"It was just the best option at the time, and really only for a few weeks."

The Spy then raised an inquisitive brow at The Trapper

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh neat...

Yeah I usta' hitchhike alot, didn't have a car for a while...

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy sits at the kitchen table, watching what appears to be a pile of moss roughly the size of a dinner plate. Every now and then, the pile moves.]

[ask-the-trapper]

Ay spy- what tha' hell is that-

*he stops in the door way starting down the pile of moss on the table*

[i-am-the-spy]

This is a friend I met a few weeks ago. Their name is Moss.

[the moss pile squirms towards the Trapper, leaving a slimy trail behind it]

[ask-the-trapper]

*backing out of the door frame as it slithered along the table*

Why is it movin'-

[i-am-the-spy]

There's a large slug under there.

[ask-the-trapper]

Oh huh...

*he walks back into the kitchen considably less unnerved, walking towards to table and poking the pile*

Uh slugs are cool I gusse

[i-am-the-spy]

They are interesting, aren't they?

This one can sing, not that they do often.

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh cool, I ain't heard of a slug that can sting ya before

* he walks away momentarily to grab a drink before taking a seat at the table and petting the slug with his finger*

[i-am-the-spy]

"Ah. I may have not spoken clearly. This slug can sing. They can vocalize in a moving tone."

[The Spy stands up and gets a drink as well- a glass of milk.]

"I don't believe we've met. I am the Spy."

[ask-the-trapper]

Ha, now that's really somethin' I ain't ever heard of!

*they reach a hand out to him*

I'm tha' Trapper nice ta' meet ya'

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy takes The Trapper's hand and shakes it, then lets go.]

"Likewise."

[ask-the-trapper]

Uh so where did ya' get this thing anyway?

[i-am-the-spy]

"They were a member of a group that I travelled with for a while. We kept in contact."

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh, so ya usta' travel alot? I sorta did tha' same thing a couple of years ago...

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy sits at the kitchen table, watching what appears to be a pile of moss roughly the size of a dinner plate. Every now and then, the pile moves.]

[ask-the-trapper]

Ay spy- what tha' hell is that-

*he stops in the door way starting down the pile of moss on the table*

[i-am-the-spy]

This is a friend I met a few weeks ago. Their name is Moss.

[the moss pile squirms towards the Trapper, leaving a slimy trail behind it]

[ask-the-trapper]

*backing out of the door frame as it slithered along the table*

Why is it movin'-

[i-am-the-spy]

There's a large slug under there.

[ask-the-trapper]

Oh huh...

*he walks back into the kitchen considably less unnerved, walking towards to table and poking the pile*

Uh slugs are cool I gusse

[i-am-the-spy]

They are interesting, aren't they?

This one can sing, not that they do often.

[ask-the-trapper]

Huh cool, I ain't heard of a slug that can sting ya before

* he walks away momentarily to grab a drink before taking a seat at the table and petting the slug with his finger*

[i-am-the-spy]

"Ah. I may have not spoken clearly. This slug can sing. They can vocalize in a moving tone."

[The Spy stands up and gets a drink as well- a glass of milk.]

"I don't believe we've met. I am the Spy."

[ask-the-trapper]

Ha, now that's really somethin' I ain't ever heard of!

*they reach a hand out to him*

I'm tha' Trapper nice ta' meet ya'

[i-am-the-spy]

[The Spy takes The Trapper's hand and shakes it, then lets go.]

"Likewise."

[ask-the-trapper]

Uh so where did ya' get this thing anyway?