A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down.

Name: Taylor A. Benedikt Age: Mid 30's DoB: December 24th Nationality: Russian Weight: 167lbs Height: 6'0" Gender: Male Eyes: Gray Hair: A light blondish brown Team: RED Class: Medic

[starry-eyed-enchanter]

(In reference to something very old)

[asktaylorbenedikt]

*looks at picture with a very worried and confused face* Why does it look like you were kicked by a mule??

[starry-eyed-enchanter]

….. -looks at the picture. Squints- … Yes it does. We were on an amusement park ride that pulls you up pretty high and then drops you. -points at the photo- We were falling in this one.

[asktaylorbenedikt]

I can only imagine it is like falling off a building or jumping out of a plane!- * THINKING ABOUT IT WITH A LOOK OF FASCINATION and maybe slight excitement?.* I WISH TO BE DROPPED FROM A HIGH PLACE!  *This doesn't exactly sound quite right. English slightly failing him, he tries to correct.* ... And I wish to survive!-for science! *He nods to himself, yes that sounded much better.*

[starry-eyed-enchanter]

(In reference to something very old)

[asktaylorbenedikt]

*looks at picture with a very worried and confused face* Why does it look like you were kicked by a mule??

[asktaylorbenedikt]

*Rifles through the shit in Taylor's office.*

A frantic small owl pulls at your sleeve in a futile attempt to make you stop rummaging through his owner’s things!

[snidespy]

"Shoo shoo." He waves his arm, pushing aside the small bird as he pulls open one of the doctor’s desk drawers. Folders, papers, various pens and pencils, nothing catches his interest in the first go so he moves on to the next drawer.

[asktaylorbenedikt]

The owl tumbles backward in a flutter. Puffing out its feathers, it immediately goes back to trying to to pull at the spy's sleeve. When this proves a fruitless effort, the little bird decides to fly up into the intruder's face to claw, and peck. However, being a small screech owl, it was only shoo'd away again. There was no reason to keep trying... Instead it watched, perched on the corner of the desk. Bobbing it head about curiously as it observed Winsor's pillaging.

[asktaylorbenedikt]

*Rifles through the shit in Taylor's office.*

A frantic small owl pulls at your sleeve in a futile attempt to make you stop rummaging through his owner's things!

[asktaylorbenedikt]

( *whisper whisper mumble mumble* Gonna try to be more active soon.)

[asktaylorbenedikt]

Silly little owl gets into everything. but he is so cute it is hard to scold him.

[sshibe]

an important video was just submitted to me

[gunrunnerhell]

Nagant M1895

A unique surplus revolver that has a cylinder that moves forward towards the barrel. Using the proprietary 7.62x38mmR cartridge, the Nagant can essentially be silenced due to the gas seal design.

Although it could be seen as an advantage, this revolver is horrible in the field and any sort of actual combat since each spent casing had to be ejected one at a time by rotating the cylinder and pushing the ejector rod. Video below shows how this is done. Took him about 38 seconds to eject the spent casings and load in a fresh set of 7 rounds.

Video

[lostsplendor]

[alittlewhos-this]

"Lord Robinson," his valet asked, eyes widening, "are you trying to seduce me?"

[asktaylorbenedikt]

*casually sends late valentine asks to everyone*

[tornribbons]

[asktaylorbenedikt]

(Postwar!Taylor loses a leg right before his tour ends and cant get it replaced via respawn,so after the war he goes gets a new leg! Granted not the most practical BUT STILL- NEW LEG!)

[snidespy]

[[ YOU STOLE HIS LEG! ]]

[asktaylorbenedikt]

( WE CAN REBUILD HIM )

[asktaylorbenedikt]

(Postwar!Taylor loses a leg right before his tour ends and cant get it replaced via respawn,so after the war he goes gets a new leg! Granted not the most practical BUT STILL- NEW LEG!)

[asktaylorbenedikt]

Don't mind the door of your office left ajar and the spy lounging back in your chair, Taylor. Winsor is just cooing at the little owl trying to rest on his perch. Poor Theodore is agitated that he's not being allowed to sleep due to the spy's endless attention.

Stepping through the door to his office with clipboard in hand, he hardly noticed that the door was ajar. Let alone that there was someone sitting in his chair, and playing with his owl.  Taylor  was more focused on the memo he received this morning.Taking a sip of his coffee, he pulled himself away momentarily from looking at his orders and nearly spat out his drink when he saw the maroon suited spy sitting there cooing over his tiny, tired looking owl. And that’s when he sat everything down on his desk, and almost like a knee jerked reaction, he scooped up Theodore away from his teammate. Petting the poor tired dear gently as he went to place the bird away in its cage at the  corner of the room.Unhooking the little metal door and placing his pet on its perch, he muttered back to the man lounging his chair. “Winsor…” His back was turned as he finished his small task. Surprisingly he didn’t sound as angry as you’d expect. Maybe it was just a good day. However, turning himself about to look the spy in the face, he had this displeased air about him. “For what do I owe this pleasure? ” Ah, there it was- that twinge of irritation in his voice.

[shortvideosandstuff]

[snidespy]

*Slaps the Spy in the back of the head lightly as he walks past.* Good morning, Mr. Bonner.

*The smack causes enough of a jolt to spill the fresh mug of coffee Winsor was carrying. The warm drink splatters across his lapel, soiling his suit and the layers of clothing beneath it.*

You idiot! *Winsor fumes and yanks at his ruined ascot.*

This was my last tie!

[asktaylorbenedikt]

Oh, how unfortunate! * He said quite sarcastically,  giving a slight jazz hand like gesture as he strolled over to get himself a small cup of coffee. The medic chuckled as if happily indulging himself in the fact that he ruined his teammate’s last tie.* Such a shame…* He said almost mockingly shaking his head as he poured himself his beverage.*

[jasonzsongs]

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