Therapists for the Mercs of Mannco

Hi there! We're Mods Blu and Red from Storiesinteufort, and we're here to help all the mercs we meet with their every day lives! What's that? You want to see our degrees in therapy? Uh... That part's a bit complicated...

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Miss Pauling knows best!/read the rules :) (runragerestore)

Thanks for reading the rules~!  Sorry we haven’t been active; holidays have been hectic for the both of us D: .  We’re gonna try and pick it back up soon!!

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Welp this was in my files so I'mma gonna upload this!!! This is Mod Blu and Mod Red from these lovely people @storiesinteufort and @howdidwegetthisjob! check their blogs if you’re into Rps, headcannons and interactive asks from the tf2 fandom~~

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((((  Aaaaaaaaa!!!  It looks so cooolll!!  Thanks so much DTK, you made the Mods look so amazing!!! aaaaaaaaaaa I love it I love it I love it, thank you!!!!!

((it’s so on point! love your interpretation of the mods! :D))

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((Reblogging to the mod blog, because it’s all the more fitting! Other blogs interested in roleplaying, these are @dtkfan101 interpretation of what the therapists look like! Clap it up for dtk!!))

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( @southernfriedengineer liked for a starter)

Blu had to take deep breaths in the interim between therapy sessions, tiredly trying to re-focus her thoughts on the task ahead of her.  An Engineer.  She could handle an Engineer.  ... Right?  They didn’t seem to be one of the particularly violent members of the team, not like Heavy or Pyro.  Maybe this one would be alright.

What made her worries worse was that Engineers in general tended to be particularly intelligent.  Did this one know anything about therapy?  Would they be the one to realize that her therapy “training” wasn’t entirely legitimate?  She hoped not.  She had made a promise to miss Pauling to give these men therapy, even if she had been studying up on it even while unpacking her things with Red.

Oh heavens, this was going to be a wild ride.

“You can come in now, Engineer.”  She called out from within the blocked-off corner of the storage room, already anticipating another closed-off individual that would refuse to answer her questions even remotely directly.  Well, here went nothing...

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@honhonhon

Ok, color-appropriate pillow on the chair, no red in sight, laptop set to take notes…  This would be fine.  Probably.

Miriam, or Mod Blu as was her code-name now, tried to remind herself to keep calm despite what was happening.  She was just going to talk to a grown man about his life.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Talk to him, and listen.  Granted he was a Spy, part of a band of nine professional killers, and could probably slit her throat and hide the body days before anyone found out she was gone, but you know.  Talking and listening.  No big deal.

A glance at her watch confirmed that it was almost time for him to arrive.  What would he even be like?  Would he be nice?  Would he cooperate at all?  She hoped so.  She hardly knew what she was doing in the first place, and really didn’t need the extra stress.

… This wasn’t going to end well, was it?

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The spy was told to be at a specific place at a specific time. That was all. He suspected it was medical- a doctor perhaps, or even a few doctors.

He came armed and ready for a fight. What he did not expect was to poke his head into the room and see a child sitting there.

“….. Are you lost?” 

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Out of all the things she was expecting to hear when the Spy entered the room, that statement... certainly wasn’t any of them.  Blu adjusted her glasses and focused on maintaining her professional attitude.  Just keep breathing.  She could handle this.

“No, mister Spy, I am not lost.  You can refer to me as Blu, and I will be your therapist as instructed by miss Pauling.  ...  You were previously informed of this meeting, correct?”

[rapidrecovery-a]

“Eh, nothin’ to be sorry about. She left when I was young so I barely remember her, ya know? To hell if I care what happened to her,” She answered with growing bitterness, folding her arms over her chest. It wasn’t like she didn’t know; more so that she didn’t care about the matriarch or really wanted to answer that question in particular. Therapist or not, there were some boundaries she wanted to keep to herself. She was a grown woman; She could handle it herself. The scout’s eyes narrowed at the next accusation. “Yeah! ‘Course I’m sure! It’s not like I lived with them for seventeen years or nothin’. 'Sides what you call-” Air quotations. “-'quite rough’ ain’t nothin’ more than teasin’. You know? Jokes? So that you can deal with livin’ with each other?” Another bitter, evasive answer punctuated with an annoyed huff. “Sure, maybe I’d get a little upset when they’d go off with their mom or when they’d complain about havin’ to watch their baby sister, but it didn’t bother me too much, Lady.”

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Blu sighed and closed her laptop with a small frown.  More evasive answers, more hostility in her attitude; this session was going nowhere fast.  At least she did learn an important tidbit: she felt insulted and hurt when her siblings treated her as less than them and/or didn’t seem to want to be around her.  This was useful to know.

Now, she could bring this up now and press further; but the chances of that ending well were very slim.  The Scout was already quite riled up, and at this point it would be better to let the other have some downtime.

“Miss Scout, I can tell that something is bothering you.  I understand your not wanting to share it with me; but believe me when I say that there is only so much I can do to help if you don’t let me in.  If you’re going to keep pushing me away, then I’m afraid today’s session is over.”

Mostly because she wasn’t sure how much pestering this mercenary could take before snapping and getting violent.

“Our next session is in another week, so perhaps it might help to observe yourself for a while.  See if you can notice yourself getting angry or upset; and if you can, remember to write down what was happening at the time.  A thought or an action or a sentence, even something that seems minor, can hint to something larger in the end.  We can go over them when you come back.”  She highly doubted the woman would listen to her advice, but she had to try something.

“... On a more personal note, miss Scout: Miss Pauling sent me here to try and help you.  I’m going to do as she asks until we both agree that all is well.  I don’t want to push you to talk to me if you’re not comfortable, but you should know that the more you avoid this, the longer I will be here.  I hope you realize that.”

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Starter call for “Blu”

Alright.  Time to try getting this blog in order.  Like this post if you want to get your mercenary a therapy session with Blu.  Reblog / reply to this if your RP blog is a sideblog~!!  I’m gonna try sorting through my responses and see if we can get this properly rolling~

Note, the word “Blu” in this case does not mean that RPs are limited to people on the BLU team.  Blu is just the name of the character.

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@stickybcmbs​

It was times like these that made Blu question why she hadn’t tried to quit her “job” yet.

The RED base was full of terribly troubled men; she’d known that from the moment she’d seen them in passing on the battlefield.  Backstabbers and pyromaniacs, patriotic lunatics and giant men with giant guns... it was madness.  Horrifying madness that should have warded her off and made her leave this place before she got all but stuck here.  But it didn’t.  Her family needed money, and miss Pauling had helped her become “legal.”  She was going to have to stay, for their sakes if not for the madmen she was hired to help.

Even so, one would think Pauling could have eased up on the pressure to seem like real therapists.  She and Red had hardly been in the base for a week before she had them start their sessions.  They were so busy reading up on therapy that they hadn’t even had time to study up on anyone properly; leaving them entirely at a loss as to who they were even dealing with.  The most they had now were names and job descriptions.  And the next one on her list?  “Demoman.”

Now, Blu had seen the men in action before.  She knew that Demoman was the one with the eyepatch that seemed to have bombs of all sorts at his disposal.  She also had seen just how easily he’d turned people to shreds of bloody debris, and that he hardly even seemed to care that he’d done it at all.  Granted one had to have some degree of tolerance for gore if you worked as a professional killer; but even so, Demoman was definitely on her list of people she was afraid of.

And now she had to try and give him therapy.  Lovely.

“You can come in now.”  She called out from her little therapy room, which frankly was just a corner of a storage room that was boarded off with boxes until they made somewhere more suitable.  At least it was out of the way, and provided room for a large red sofa to sit opposite her flimsy little desk and chair.  Taking a deep breath and forcing herself to remain calm, the girl could only hope that things would go smoothly.  This was only her first day on the job, after all.

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Continued from here ;; x  @howdidwegetthisjob

【 Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ ｗａｓｔｅ ＇ｅｍ！】

   ❝ Well, no story is perfect, is it? Sumtimes’ shit happens in real life and hey, that’s okay, stuff like that happens. Like me loosin’ one of my team’s most important objects. But that’s okay, you’ll get me out of this, right? … Right? ❞ 

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Blu runs her hand down her face and heaves a long sigh.

“Scout, half of your team doesn’t even like me, let alone trust me.  I can try and keep them distracted for a while, but there’s only so much I can do if they figure out what’s wrong.  Come on, you’re the fastest one in the whole group; surely you can go find it before the others can figure out what happened."

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【 Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ ｗａｓｔｅ ＇ｅｍ！】

   ❝  On a scale of ‘not very angry’ to ‘they are goin’ to kill me’, how pissed do you think my team would be if they found out that I accidentally lost our team’s briefcase?.  ❞ 

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“Y-you lost the briefcase?!”  Blu grimaced as she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers.  “Darn it, Scout...  When was the last time you saw it?  Please tell me it wasn’t anywhere near the BLUs.”

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Blu didn’t miss the lack of eye-contact the woman was giving her.  She could tell, or at least quickly assumed, that she was hiding something.  But she hadn’t quite reached that stage in her therapy book yet; so she wasn’t sure how to address it.  Besides, it was best to get the simpler questions out of the way before attempting more in-depth ones that can provoke highly emotional responses.

{Possible strained relationship with the mercenaries.  Acting standoffish and avoiding eye-contact.  Investigate further at another time.}

“Right um… let’s move on to your family.  What was your relationship like with your mother and father?  Your siblings?  I understand they are a part of the reason you work here.”

Blu really wished she had taken the time to read the mercs’ files before starting sessions; but she had simply been too busy learning techniques for therapy to do so.  At best it was an excuse to ask questions; at worst, it was a clear sign that she had no idea what she was doing.

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    There was a beat; her frown deepening for that moment before going straight. Well, it wasn’t like she was suppose to reveal any of this to anyone else, or at least that’s what Miss Pauling had told her.

    “Got a pretty good relationship with my folks back home. I talk to Dad when I can, and I dunno about my sistahs. There’s seven’a them, and as far as I know, they’re ether gettin’ hitched or workin’ or protestin’ somethin’ or anothah-” A slight grin as she sat back in her seat. No less tense but reminiscing. “-We all used to fight out on the streets ya know? It’d earn a quick buck or two for us until most of us could work-” A slight frown. “-I mean, we’re sistah’s so I’m pretty damn sure that we had a good relationship- Hell even bettah than good! We were like close friends too! We’d tease each othah and everythin’!” Even if they would take their teasing too far, or refuse to spend more time with her than needed. They were sisters. That had to be enough.

    It had to be.

    “Didn’t know my mom though. She just… Died. But Dad and I were close. When everyone else was busy on the couple days he was off, we would hang out at home or go out and do stuff.”

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Blu couldn’t decide whether or not to believe the young woman when she claimed her relationship with her siblings was “better than good.”  From the words alone all seemed fine, but something about the expression on her face suggested otherwise.

{Possible problem with siblings.  Escondido detrás de positividad?}

... she’d have to translate that later.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”  Was she allowed to say that as a therapist?  “Do you perhaps know what happened to her?  And with your sisters, are you quite sure you didn’t have any problems at all?  Siblings have been known to get quite rough with each other.”

She may as well try to start probing at possible problems.  So far she was getting nowhere with these answers; and well, the worst that could happen is a stern refusal to answer.  ... right?  Miss Pauling had equipped her with an item called “mace” in case of emergencies, but the girl wasn’t honestly sure how to use it yet.

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SEND THESE AND MUSE WILL TELL EVERYTHING ABOUT MUN! XD

⌛ - age?

‼ - real name?

✺ - eye color?

✁ - hair?

✧ - brunnette, blonde...?

☿ - zodiac sign?

☃ - tall/short?

ϟ - slim, skinny..?

❅ - any sports?

✈ - hobbies?

❤ - single/taken?

♋ - virgin or not?

ツ - any pets?

☂ - favorite season?

✐ - fave types of movies?

❣ - how would it be your ideal date?

☣ - phobias?

☠ - fears?

✘ - hates?

☾ - mun's strong points? (name , at least, 3)

☽ -...and the weak ones?

° - ever were close to death?

♧ -..... on drugs?

♠ -.....smoked?

♦ -.....had alcohol?

❥ - straight, bissexual, homosseual..?

♚ - favorite eye color?

♛ - favorite hair color?

♪ - music you like?

✌ - favorite bands/ singers?

♒ - fave animes, series'?

❦-.fave characters?

✿ - fave kind of clothing?

ღ - mottos?

✬ - photo of the mun?

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Wasn’t it though? After being here for so long, dying and resurrection almost seemed like a law of the world. Like death was just a rumor; a wisp of gossip shared in hushed tones amongst school girls. Always a stifled giggle to follow like it wasn’t as serious as it truly was. As if they were going to live forever, and that was just the way it was, and always has been to this point. Either way, the thought of spilling secrets to the woman before her did little more than make the Scout shift in her seat; drumming fingertips against her thigh. Impatient and tense. Nevertheless, an amused huff left through her nose. At least she could avoid talking about herself for the time being.

“My team and I? We’re all friends here!-” A blue eyed gaze looks around as if the words she were looking for were on display somewhere in the room. “-Let’s see: There ain’t anyone I’d really complain about. Like yeah, Spy can go drop dead twice sometimes, but if she got over that whole-” Cue exaggerated/mocking French accent “-‘I’m so much better than you and so much smarter even though I only literally stab people in the back’ thing, then she’d be a lil alright. Demo’s pretty fun to hangout with during ceasefires. Can’t be bored around her ya know? But, I mean, we’re all friends anyway, so we kinda deal with each other, ya know?” Admittedly, Jean refused to look at the other during the little spiel; instead looking around the room or to her own hands. Pulling and fiddling with the spindly appendages wrapped with gauze. Just looking anywhere besides the other made this ordeal more tolerable it seemed.

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Blu didn’t miss the lack of eye-contact the woman was giving her.  She could tell, or at least quickly assumed, that she was hiding something.  But she hadn’t quite reached that stage in her therapy book yet; so she wasn’t sure how to address it.  Besides, it was best to get the simpler questions out of the way before attempting more in-depth ones that can provoke highly emotional responses.

{Possible strained relationship with the mercenaries.  Acting standoffish and avoiding eye-contact.  Investigate further at another time.}

“Right um... let’s move on to your family.  What was your relationship like with your mother and father?  Your siblings?  I understand they are a part of the reason you work here.”

Blu really wished she had taken the time to read the mercs’ files before starting sessions; but she had simply been too busy learning techniques for therapy to do so.  At best it was an excuse to ask questions; at worst, it was a clear sign that she had no idea what she was doing.

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The faint feeling of hope for an easy interview quickly vanished the moment Blu saw the woman’s face.  She was angry, clearly; and in no mood for making friends.  The young girl fought the urge to release a sigh, and instead only nodded at the other in response to their question.

“Yes, although I would appreciate you calling me Blu or Mod Blu instead of simply broad.”  Deep breaths now, a Scout was a Scout.  She had to deal with them accordingly.  “I realize that, as a Red, it may be difficult for you to associate the color with anyone trustworthy; but I assure you that my name is a mere coincidence, and I am not associated with the Blus whatsoever.”

Her “name” wasn’t even her real name anyway, but that was besides the point.

“Please, miss Scout.  Go ahead and have a seat, and we can get started.  Would you care to tell me a bit about yourself?”

[rapidrecovery-a]

        “Whatever you say, Blu.” Taking a seat in the available chair, she was quick to tuck a leg under herself and fold lean arms across her chest. The therapist was younger looking than she had expected. Certainly more lady like than the idea of a ‘new age’ man trying to talk feeling out to other men. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it was unexpected considering that there tended to be more men of base than any female counterparts.

        Still, at least she didn’t look the type to pull out some sort of ‘healing bracelets’ or ‘emotional herb’ bullshit that one of her elder siblings liked to rave about. She could at least deal with that.

        “Well, I have tits, and some times run around in a skirt. I got brown hair, work out (mostly runnin’), and enjoy long walks on the beach,” She was quick to retaliate; barely trying to hold back any further snarky comments or answers. A shrug. “Also, I’m gonna be straight with ya Blu; I don’t see the point in all’a this-” Air quotes. “-’therapy’ stuff. I mean, if we’re out there killin’ and dyin’ and all that stuff, then I’m pretty sure we can suck up a few little problems on our own.”

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Blu waited nearly a full minute after the woman spoke to make notes on her laptop -that was what miss Pauling called this thing, right?-, fairly certain that she should not be counting “long walks on the beach“ as an actual response.  It took her a moment longer than it should have to ensure that the notes were entirely in English, so she used that time to continue speaking to the Scout.  No need to look incompetent.

“Well miss Scout, I have to say that what you’ve stated is exactly the reason you and your teammates should be speaking to me and Red.”  She glanced up at the other over her glasses.  “Killing and dying multiple times isn’t exactly normal.  And bottling up one’s problems without release isn’t emotionally healthy.”

Ugh, finally.  Why was it so hard to spell in English?

“Even if you don’t believe you need my help, I’d still like to ask you to speak to me about whatever you’re troubled by; whether it’s something going on with your family, your teammates, or even something that happened when you were a child.  My purpose is to listen to whatever you have to say.”  Whew.  That came out sounding a lot better than she thought it would.

“Now then, speaking of your teammates, would you like to talk about your relationship with them?  We can start with whatever class you like.  Maybe the Soldier or perhaps the Spy?”

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Starter for @lohoredscout

Ok, breathe.  Just breathe.  This one was different.  This one… might be nice.

Blu didn’t know why she was psyching herself up so much, all the mercs were hired professional killers of one sort or another, and each one was liable to be as violent as the others.  But the fact that this one was a female Scout… it made the young girl a bit hopeful.  Maybe they could connect more.  Maybe she and Red would finally have someone they felt comfortable talking to aside from each other.

It was time for the appointment now.  After ensuring that there was nothing of the wrong color in sight, Blu sat up straight and readied a smile for when the Scout entered.  She could do nothing but hope that all would go well from this point on.

[rapidrecovery-a]

        Therapy.

        God the word just looked wrong. She honestly couldn’t see the point of it; everyone has problems. You either find a way around them or get over it, so the whole ‘go see a therapist’ thing didn’t exactly appeal to the scout as she trudged to the appointment.

        Therapy. What a waste of time that could be used for better things. Like making sure you won’t get your ass handed to you the next time you’re fighting, or just not going to this sappy-feeling session. It would be a lie to say that Jean hadn’t considered skipping this all together, but if Miss Pauling told her that she needed to attend, then who was she to argue about it?

        After all, Miss Pauling knows best.

        Dragging herself up to the door (the final barrier that would separate her from the rest of the world for how ever long this would take), the scout looked around for a moment before entering the room; a light scowl marring her face as she looked towards her temporary captor, shutting the door behind her.

        “Guessin’ you’re the therapist broad?”

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The faint feeling of hope for an easy interview quickly vanished the moment Blu saw the woman’s face.  She was angry, clearly; and in no mood for making friends.  The young girl fought the urge to release a sigh, and instead only nodded at the other in response to their question.

“Yes, although I would appreciate you calling me Blu or Mod Blu instead of simply broad.”  Deep breaths now, a Scout was a Scout.  She had to deal with them accordingly.  “I realize that, as a Red, it may be difficult for you to associate the color with anyone trustworthy; but I assure you that my name is a mere coincidence, and I am not associated with the Blus whatsoever.”

Her “name” wasn’t even her real name anyway, but that was besides the point.

“Please, miss Scout.  Go ahead and have a seat, and we can get started.  Would you care to tell me a bit about yourself?”

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((((For Mod Blu))))

my muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound| read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

tagged by: Shamelessly stolen from @red-boston-batter tagging: Anyone who wants to~

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Starter for @lohoredscout

Ok, breathe.  Just breathe.  This one was different.  This one... might be nice.

Blu didn’t know why she was psyching herself up so much, all the mercs were hired professional killers of one sort or another, and each one was liable to be as violent as the others.  But the fact that this one was a female Scout... it made the young girl a bit hopeful.  Maybe they could connect more.  Maybe she and Red would finally have someone they felt comfortable talking to aside from each other.

It was time for the appointment now.  After ensuring that there was nothing of the wrong color in sight, Blu sat up straight and readied a smile for when the Scout entered.  She could do nothing but hope that all would go well from this point on.

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Closed Starter

@honhonhon

Ok, color-appropriate pillow on the chair, no red in sight, laptop set to take notes...  This would be fine.  Probably.

Miriam, or Mod Blu as was her code-name now, tried to remind herself to keep calm despite what was happening.  She was just going to talk to a grown man about his life.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Talk to him, and listen.  Granted he was a Spy, part of a band of nine professional killers, and could probably slit her throat and hide the body days before anyone found out she was gone, but you know.  Talking and listening.  No big deal.

A glance at her watch confirmed that it was almost time for him to arrive.  What would he even be like?  Would he be nice?  Would he cooperate at all?  She hoped so.  She hardly knew what she was doing in the first place, and really didn’t need the extra stress.

... This wasn’t going to end well, was it?