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DISCLAIMER: Jed is VERY prone to suicidal ideation and self-degradation. He's been treated like a punching bag for about as long as he can remember, and he talks about himself like it. This, as well as his predisposition to flashbacks, will likely not come up in normal scenarios, but it CAN if the situation calls for it. If any of that can upset you, it will all be tagged and warned accordingly. Just letting you all know that it IS a possibility.
Hello! Welcome to the blog! My name is Ash (he/him)!
This is an RP blog for my TF2 BLU Engineer OC, Jed! We're non-selective here, so anybody feel free to interact!
GROUND RULES: No explicit smut and don't be offensive. Suggestive content is fine (just use your head), and anything that's NOT smut (like explicit gore and whatnot) is alright as long as you put a content warning on there.
INFORMATION: Jedediah (or, as most call him, Jed) is essentially an OC of mine I made a while back that I have recently adapted into fitting into my version of the canon (which you've seen in my other RP blogs). He's what you get when you take a BLU Engineer and give him what is probably PTSD and just generally make him so frightened of being jumped out of nowhere that he's eternally super anxious/scared around anybody that's not on his team. That said, being a clone, he does possess some Dell-adjacent quirks – just be careful if you point it out. He doesn't like Dell, he doesn't like that he's a clone of Dell, and he doesn't like being compared to Dell.
That's not to say you can't point it out. In fact, I encourage you to point it out if you want to upset him! Really, say whatever you want to him. Be nice to him, send him flowers. Abuse him, treat him like a punching bag. Go nuts.
This is a link to his information post up on my TF2 sideblog. Feel free to read through that to learn more about him. If you want more detailed info, feel free to either try to learn it here, or just ask about him on that sideblog! I love talking about my OCs a lot, so I'm happy to answer any questions you might have.
Please send me asks. It'd be pretty cool if ya did.
TAG LIST:
hello? (asks)
is this okay? (reblog interactions)
nothing to see here (non-ask posts) – NOTE: Anything under this tag is an open RP starter. Go nuts.
beyond the blu (out of character)
[CHARACTER INFO PAGE LINK]
Enjoy! Be kind to my boy! Or don't. Either's okay.
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
The Croat had been walking by at the time when they heard a thud, and rushed to help.
“Oh. A BLU. Hmmph.”
Conflict played behind those safety goggles. Did they want to help, even an enemy, or leave him for dead in the freezing cold. Well, freezing to the Texan. The Chemist was right at home in the snow.
Upon hearing the Chemist's voice, Jed tilts his head up to look at them. Upon seeing the RED uniform and picking up on the conflict, a primal fear claws its way up into his chest, burrowing right into his bones. REDs never took to kindly to him outside of battle. He almost always left a chat with one through a trip back to Respawn; maybe even quick, if he were lucky.
He scrambles backwards, hands and feet kicking up snow. He didn't have anything to defend himself, his mechanical limb was damaged and malfunctioning – between his situation and inherently poor sight, he was a sitting duck.
At least it's not a Medic or Engineer, otherwise lord knows he'd shut down entirely. That said, he tries to speak, sitting there on the ground, but it just comes out as a hoarse croak. Anybody else would be able to handle this situation with confidence. Not Jed. Not poor, wretched Jed.
Jed glances towards the cigarette, then towards the light – even with his goggles blocking out his eyes, it's not hard to tell the way he looks at them like they're trying to trick him.
After a moment, he mumbles, "I don't smoke." Then, he adds, "...Thanks, though."
Maybe they're not so bad, he thinks. He's not been shot, yet.
"Uh...Sssorry. For freakin' out. You...caught me off guard. Yeah."
He glances down towards his foot, before looking back up at the Chemist with a proud grin.
"I sure did! I mean, technically, it was inspired by my robo-hand, which ain't technically my design – clone stuff, I don't wanna talk about it – but the foot itself an' all of its parts and how it works an' whatnot are my design! I call it the 'Roboot'."
He chuckles to himself.
"Sorry, that was a horrible pun. But, uh, yeah, all mine. BLU Team original, right there." He fidgets sheepishly. "And, uh...Thanks. I appreciate that. It usually ain't this faulty, but it got beat up recently an' apparently I never got it fixed quite right."
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
The Croat had been walking by at the time when they heard a thud, and rushed to help.
“Oh. A BLU. Hmmph.”
Conflict played behind those safety goggles. Did they want to help, even an enemy, or leave him for dead in the freezing cold. Well, freezing to the Texan. The Chemist was right at home in the snow.
Upon hearing the Chemist's voice, Jed tilts his head up to look at them. Upon seeing the RED uniform and picking up on the conflict, a primal fear claws its way up into his chest, burrowing right into his bones. REDs never took to kindly to him outside of battle. He almost always left a chat with one through a trip back to Respawn; maybe even quick, if he were lucky.
He scrambles backwards, hands and feet kicking up snow. He didn't have anything to defend himself, his mechanical limb was damaged and malfunctioning – between his situation and inherently poor sight, he was a sitting duck.
At least it's not a Medic or Engineer, otherwise lord knows he'd shut down entirely. That said, he tries to speak, sitting there on the ground, but it just comes out as a hoarse croak. Anybody else would be able to handle this situation with confidence. Not Jed. Not poor, wretched Jed.
Jed glances towards the cigarette, then towards the light – even with his goggles blocking out his eyes, it's not hard to tell the way he looks at them like they're trying to trick him.
After a moment, he mumbles, "I don't smoke." Then, he adds, "...Thanks, though."
Maybe they're not so bad, he thinks. He's not been shot, yet.
"Uh...Sssorry. For freakin' out. You...caught me off guard. Yeah."
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
For the first time since this interaction started, Jed actually smiles. Not just a slight, nervous one, but a proper one, Ben's words managing to bring him some cheer.
"Much obliged, Ben," he replies, offering a brief, silly little two-fingered salute. "You're a real kinda fella. You shoulda been treated better'n you were."
He chuckles.
"I'd, uh, I'd offer ya a drink, once we got back to my shop, but...I ain't sure if you can drink or not. If that's somethin' you can do, feel free to grab one out of the cooler. Feel like I gotta offer somethin' in return for ya helpin' me out."
ooc // ofc!! tumblr may be a lovely site but by god is it buggy >:(
A soft chuckle came from him and he shook his head softly, beginning to help him towards base once more.
"Don't worry about it, kindness should be something everyone does reward or not. And I don't drink but what you can do is... remember me.. please?"
He seemed a tad embarrassed to ask that but shook his head.
"Sorry.. I know some people remember me but... it's like most of Teufort forgot me... Like I'm an urban legend to fear instead of someone who went missing.... And can never go back home..."
He seemed sad to say it but really what would you do if a ghost of a loved one came back like nothing happened? But he cleared his throat and tried to change the topic.
"Sorry about that, I'm really just glad to help still."
"Hey, 'course I will. I might not be able to see for crap, but I don't never forget a face," he jokes, grunting quietly as they started moving again. "Naw, but...But, really. Y'all're one o' the few outside my team that decided I was worth the time. I ain't gonna forget that."
He turns his head downwards, frowning slightly. He felt awfully bad for the other – in a way, he understood. People didn't usually remember him, either.
"Wanted t'thank ya again," he says after a few moments. He couldn't give his thanks enough. "I...I just, uh...I gotta. I really appreciate this, I do."
He hesitates for a moment, wanting to say something else but being uncertain if it's acceptable.
Finally, he relents, offering, "Dunno if you'd ever want to, but if, uh...If y'all ever wanna come chat, you feel free to pop in. The others'll leave ya be, long as you don't cause no trouble."
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
For the first time since this interaction started, Jed actually smiles. Not just a slight, nervous one, but a proper one, Ben's words managing to bring him some cheer.
"Much obliged, Ben," he replies, offering a brief, silly little two-fingered salute. "You're a real kinda fella. You shoulda been treated better'n you were."
He chuckles.
"I'd, uh, I'd offer ya a drink, once we got back to my shop, but...I ain't sure if you can drink or not. If that's somethin' you can do, feel free to grab one out of the cooler. Feel like I gotta offer somethin' in return for ya helpin' me out."
ooc // ofc!! tumblr may be a lovely site but by god is it buggy >:(
A soft chuckle came from him and he shook his head softly, beginning to help him towards base once more.
"Don't worry about it, kindness should be something everyone does reward or not. And I don't drink but what you can do is... remember me.. please?"
He seemed a tad embarrassed to ask that but shook his head.
"Sorry.. I know some people remember me but... it's like most of Teufort forgot me... Like I'm an urban legend to fear instead of someone who went missing.... And can never go back home..."
He seemed sad to say it but really what would you do if a ghost of a loved one came back like nothing happened? But he cleared his throat and tried to change the topic.
"Sorry about that, I'm really just glad to help still."
"Hey, 'course I will. I might not be able to see for crap, but I don't never forget a face," he jokes, grunting quietly as they started moving again. "Naw, but...But, really. Y'all're one o' the few outside my team that decided I was worth the time. I ain't gonna forget that."
He turns his head downwards, frowning slightly. He felt awfully bad for the other – in a way, he understood. People didn't usually remember him, either.
"Wanted t'thank ya again," he says after a few moments. He couldn't give his thanks enough. "I...I just, uh...I gotta. I really appreciate this, I do."
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
The Croat had been walking by at the time when they heard a thud, and rushed to help.
“Oh. A BLU. Hmmph.”
Conflict played behind those safety goggles. Did they want to help, even an enemy, or leave him for dead in the freezing cold. Well, freezing to the Texan. The Chemist was right at home in the snow.
Upon hearing the Chemist's voice, Jed tilts his head up to look at them. Upon seeing the RED uniform and picking up on the conflict, a primal fear claws its way up into his chest, burrowing right into his bones. REDs never took to kindly to him outside of battle. He almost always left a chat with one through a trip back to Respawn; maybe even quick, if he were lucky.
He scrambles backwards, hands and feet kicking up snow. He didn't have anything to defend himself, his mechanical limb was damaged and malfunctioning – between his situation and inherently poor sight, he was a sitting duck.
At least it's not a Medic or Engineer, otherwise lord knows he'd shut down entirely. That said, he tries to speak, sitting there on the ground, but it just comes out as a hoarse croak. Anybody else would be able to handle this situation with confidence. Not Jed. Not poor, wretched Jed.
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
For the first time since this interaction started, Jed actually smiles. Not just a slight, nervous one, but a proper one, Ben's words managing to bring him some cheer.
"Much obliged, Ben," he replies, offering a brief, silly little two-fingered salute. "You're a real kinda fella. You shoulda been treated better'n you were."
He chuckles.
"I'd, uh, I'd offer ya a drink, once we got back to my shop, but...I ain't sure if you can drink or not. If that's somethin' you can do, feel free to grab one out of the cooler. Feel like I gotta offer somethin' in return for ya helpin' me out."
ooc // ofc!! tumblr may be a lovely site but by god is it buggy >:(
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
A dark figure was seen in the distance of the snowy terrain, it almost looked like the grim reaper was coming yet instead the figure rushed over without a sound and became clear as day to be a scarred male. His face twisted in worry but looked mildly relieved seeing that he was conscious.
"You took quite a fall, do you want a hand?"
He asked in a soft tone, arm outstretched yet it was clear he wasn't dressed for this weather at all.
Jed grumbles under his breath, awkwardly getting up to his hands and knees as the figure approaches.
When he glances up to catch sight of the outstretched arm, he yelps, flinching back and slipping onto his back in the snow. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here. Have to be on guard.
He watches the man before him cautiously, before hesitantly reaching out and grabbing onto his arm to pull himself up.
"Thanks," he says quietly. "I, uh...I'm okay. Just think the ol' robo-foot needs some tweakin'."
He's still on guard, but at least he's being treated kindly for now.
The brunette looks down at the foot and lets out a low whistle.
"Yeah but with all of respect so don't think you'll be able to walk to where you need to with how much shoe there is, the joints are probably freezing. If you want I could help us get where you need."
The man offers as a warm smile spreads across his cheeks.
"Naw, foot's just...beat up from my last mission. Guess I didn't work out all the kinks quite all the way..."
Jed shifts, boots kicking away a space in the snow.
"I'd– I'd hate t'be a bother. I can handle myself, really. 'Sides, y'all look like you're freezin' your behind off! You oughta get on back t'somewheres warm."
Ben just chuckled softly and a rather sad smile came across his face.
"Nah, I can't feel the cold anymore. Let me help, it's no trouble really."
He doesn't offer this time and instead holds half the others weight by having Jed lean on him. He was rather cool to the touch but it wasn't cold, it was comforting in a way.
He hesitates, before replying, "'S alright. Reckon I know what's wrong with it, an' I'm the one what built it anyhow. I ain't my team's engineer for no reason, after all. Appreciate the offer, though. Really."
Never mind the fact that a lot of his knowledge isn't even really his. But, hey, the robot foot's his design (albeit inspired by the Gunslinger's), so at least he has solace in that.
He nods and continues helping him trudge through the snow and up to base. Weirdly there isn't more crunching footsteps under the fresh snow. Only Jed's
"Alrighty, but the offer still stands if you need. Or the offer stands to get you at least inside, if anything I'm worried some of the snow might've frozen the mechanisms in there and you'll trip again.
And there wasn't another set of footprints if he looked behind him....
Frankly, the oddness of it all didn't particularly bother Jed. He'd seen plenty of strange things, hallucinated or dreamt of even weirder after he'd been clobbered by a robotic hand – a man without footsteps was hardly the least of his worries.
Although, it did still pique his interest, and, uncertain if this was just another thing that his ill-functioning brain was making up, he asks, "I, uh...I ain't just makin' this all up, am I? You're...here, 'n' all that?"
Ben was quiet for a moment before looking at Jed and smiling sadly.
"Just.. don't tell Miss P... Okay?"
He gave a small sigh before speaking up.
"All the scars on my body, minus the one on my eyebrow are from being tortured. I won't get into details but I was killed and now I wander the earth for some reason..."
"Not much to tell. BLU needed a new Engineer. They wanted someone that knew what they were doin', so they took data from the– the..." He hesitates. Bad topic. Bad topic. Very bad topic. "...th-the RED one. Their...Th-Their Engineer."
Very bad, very bad. Bad, bad, bad. Bad.
"...Mmm. S-Sorry. Um...They took data from Respawn, used it to make a clone, and out I popped. D-Didn't, uh...come out right, though." He gestures towards his mechanical foot. "Popped out missing a chunk of my leg 'n' my whole foot. I don't remember it too well, other'n there was a lotta blood an' then I passed out. Medic helped me, though. O-Our Medic, I mean."
He shrugs.
"I'm just a crime 'gainst nature, that's all I am. Shouldn't even be 'round here. Sometimes I think of all the easy way outs I have. Be so much easier that way." He laughs dryly. "Didn't even come out wit' my own name. My name was my own idea, 'cause...'cause then people don't have to just compare me to the man I'm a copy of. B-But, uh, I-I'll quit gabbin', I don't wanna get too depressin', now. Not a lotta fun. Hope I didn't bring ya down too much. Um...I like playin' the banjo a lot. An' the guitar. And I like playin' darts."
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
A dark figure was seen in the distance of the snowy terrain, it almost looked like the grim reaper was coming yet instead the figure rushed over without a sound and became clear as day to be a scarred male. His face twisted in worry but looked mildly relieved seeing that he was conscious.
"You took quite a fall, do you want a hand?"
He asked in a soft tone, arm outstretched yet it was clear he wasn't dressed for this weather at all.
Jed grumbles under his breath, awkwardly getting up to his hands and knees as the figure approaches.
When he glances up to catch sight of the outstretched arm, he yelps, flinching back and slipping onto his back in the snow. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here. Have to be on guard.
He watches the man before him cautiously, before hesitantly reaching out and grabbing onto his arm to pull himself up.
"Thanks," he says quietly. "I, uh...I'm okay. Just think the ol' robo-foot needs some tweakin'."
He's still on guard, but at least he's being treated kindly for now.
The brunette looks down at the foot and lets out a low whistle.
"Yeah but with all of respect so don't think you'll be able to walk to where you need to with how much shoe there is, the joints are probably freezing. If you want I could help us get where you need."
The man offers as a warm smile spreads across his cheeks.
"Naw, foot's just...beat up from my last mission. Guess I didn't work out all the kinks quite all the way..."
Jed shifts, boots kicking away a space in the snow.
"I'd– I'd hate t'be a bother. I can handle myself, really. 'Sides, y'all look like you're freezin' your behind off! You oughta get on back t'somewheres warm."
Ben just chuckled softly and a rather sad smile came across his face.
"Nah, I can't feel the cold anymore. Let me help, it's no trouble really."
He doesn't offer this time and instead holds half the others weight by having Jed lean on him. He was rather cool to the touch but it wasn't cold, it was comforting in a way.
He hesitates, before replying, "'S alright. Reckon I know what's wrong with it, an' I'm the one what built it anyhow. I ain't my team's engineer for no reason, after all. Appreciate the offer, though. Really."
Never mind the fact that a lot of his knowledge isn't even really his. But, hey, the robot foot's his design (albeit inspired by the Gunslinger's), so at least he has solace in that.
He nods and continues helping him trudge through the snow and up to base. Weirdly there isn't more crunching footsteps under the fresh snow. Only Jed's
"Alrighty, but the offer still stands if you need. Or the offer stands to get you at least inside, if anything I'm worried some of the snow might've frozen the mechanisms in there and you'll trip again.
And there wasn't another set of footprints if he looked behind him....
Frankly, the oddness of it all didn't particularly bother Jed. He'd seen plenty of strange things, hallucinated or dreamt of even weirder after he'd been clobbered by a robotic hand – a man without footsteps was hardly the least of his worries.
Although, it did still pique his interest, and, uncertain if this was just another thing that his ill-functioning brain was making up, he asks, "I, uh...I ain't just makin' this all up, am I? You're...here, 'n' all that?"
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
A dark figure was seen in the distance of the snowy terrain, it almost looked like the grim reaper was coming yet instead the figure rushed over without a sound and became clear as day to be a scarred male. His face twisted in worry but looked mildly relieved seeing that he was conscious.
"You took quite a fall, do you want a hand?"
He asked in a soft tone, arm outstretched yet it was clear he wasn't dressed for this weather at all.
Jed grumbles under his breath, awkwardly getting up to his hands and knees as the figure approaches.
When he glances up to catch sight of the outstretched arm, he yelps, flinching back and slipping onto his back in the snow. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here. Have to be on guard.
He watches the man before him cautiously, before hesitantly reaching out and grabbing onto his arm to pull himself up.
"Thanks," he says quietly. "I, uh...I'm okay. Just think the ol' robo-foot needs some tweakin'."
He's still on guard, but at least he's being treated kindly for now.
The brunette looks down at the foot and lets out a low whistle.
"Yeah but with all of respect so don't think you'll be able to walk to where you need to with how much shoe there is, the joints are probably freezing. If you want I could help us get where you need."
The man offers as a warm smile spreads across his cheeks.
"Naw, foot's just...beat up from my last mission. Guess I didn't work out all the kinks quite all the way..."
Jed shifts, boots kicking away a space in the snow.
"I'd– I'd hate t'be a bother. I can handle myself, really. 'Sides, y'all look like you're freezin' your behind off! You oughta get on back t'somewheres warm."
Ben just chuckled softly and a rather sad smile came across his face.
"Nah, I can't feel the cold anymore. Let me help, it's no trouble really."
He doesn't offer this time and instead holds half the others weight by having Jed lean on him. He was rather cool to the touch but it wasn't cold, it was comforting in a way.
He hesitates, before replying, "'S alright. Reckon I know what's wrong with it, an' I'm the one what built it anyhow. I ain't my team's engineer for no reason, after all. Appreciate the offer, though. Really."
Never mind the fact that a lot of his knowledge isn't even really his. But, hey, the robot foot's his design (albeit inspired by the Gunslinger's), so at least he has solace in that.
He nods and continues helping him trudge through the snow and up to base. Weirdly there isn't more crunching footsteps under the fresh snow. Only Jed's
"Alrighty, but the offer still stands if you need. Or the offer stands to get you at least inside, if anything I'm worried some of the snow might've frozen the mechanisms in there and you'll trip again.
And there wasn't another set of footprints if he looked behind him....
Frankly, the oddness of it all didn't particularly bother Jed. He'd seen plenty of strange things, hallucinated or dreamt of even weirder after he'd been clobbered by a robotic hand – a man without footsteps was hardly the least of his worries.
Although, it did still pique his interest, and, uncertain if this was just another thing that his ill-functioning brain was making up, he asks, "I, uh...I ain't just makin' this all up, am I? You're...here, 'n' all that?"
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
A dark figure was seen in the distance of the snowy terrain, it almost looked like the grim reaper was coming yet instead the figure rushed over without a sound and became clear as day to be a scarred male. His face twisted in worry but looked mildly relieved seeing that he was conscious.
"You took quite a fall, do you want a hand?"
He asked in a soft tone, arm outstretched yet it was clear he wasn't dressed for this weather at all.
Jed grumbles under his breath, awkwardly getting up to his hands and knees as the figure approaches.
When he glances up to catch sight of the outstretched arm, he yelps, flinching back and slipping onto his back in the snow. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here. Have to be on guard.
He watches the man before him cautiously, before hesitantly reaching out and grabbing onto his arm to pull himself up.
"Thanks," he says quietly. "I, uh...I'm okay. Just think the ol' robo-foot needs some tweakin'."
He's still on guard, but at least he's being treated kindly for now.
The brunette looks down at the foot and lets out a low whistle.
"Yeah but with all of respect so don't think you'll be able to walk to where you need to with how much shoe there is, the joints are probably freezing. If you want I could help us get where you need."
The man offers as a warm smile spreads across his cheeks.
"Naw, foot's just...beat up from my last mission. Guess I didn't work out all the kinks quite all the way..."
Jed shifts, boots kicking away a space in the snow.
"I'd– I'd hate t'be a bother. I can handle myself, really. 'Sides, y'all look like you're freezin' your behind off! You oughta get on back t'somewheres warm."
Ben just chuckled softly and a rather sad smile came across his face.
"Nah, I can't feel the cold anymore. Let me help, it's no trouble really."
He doesn't offer this time and instead holds half the others weight by having Jed lean on him. He was rather cool to the touch but it wasn't cold, it was comforting in a way.
He hesitates, before replying, "'S alright. Reckon I know what's wrong with it, an' I'm the one what built it anyhow. I ain't my team's engineer for no reason, after all. Appreciate the offer, though. Really."
Never mind the fact that a lot of his knowledge isn't even really his. But, hey, the robot foot's his design (albeit inspired by the Gunslinger's), so at least he has solace in that.
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
A dark figure was seen in the distance of the snowy terrain, it almost looked like the grim reaper was coming yet instead the figure rushed over without a sound and became clear as day to be a scarred male. His face twisted in worry but looked mildly relieved seeing that he was conscious.
"You took quite a fall, do you want a hand?"
He asked in a soft tone, arm outstretched yet it was clear he wasn't dressed for this weather at all.
Jed grumbles under his breath, awkwardly getting up to his hands and knees as the figure approaches.
When he glances up to catch sight of the outstretched arm, he yelps, flinching back and slipping onto his back in the snow. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here. Have to be on guard.
He watches the man before him cautiously, before hesitantly reaching out and grabbing onto his arm to pull himself up.
"Thanks," he says quietly. "I, uh...I'm okay. Just think the ol' robo-foot needs some tweakin'."
He's still on guard, but at least he's being treated kindly for now.
The brunette looks down at the foot and lets out a low whistle.
"Yeah but with all of respect so don't think you'll be able to walk to where you need to with how much shoe there is, the joints are probably freezing. If you want I could help us get where you need."
The man offers as a warm smile spreads across his cheeks.
"Naw, foot's just...beat up from my last mission. Guess I didn't work out all the kinks quite all the way..."
Jed shifts, boots kicking away a space in the snow.
"I'd– I'd hate t'be a bother. I can handle myself, really. 'Sides, y'all look like you're freezin' your behind off! You oughta get on back t'somewheres warm."
Ben just chuckled softly and a rather sad smile came across his face.
"Nah, I can't feel the cold anymore. Let me help, it's no trouble really."
He doesn't offer this time and instead holds half the others weight by having Jed lean on him. He was rather cool to the touch but it wasn't cold, it was comforting in a way.
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
A dark figure was seen in the distance of the snowy terrain, it almost looked like the grim reaper was coming yet instead the figure rushed over without a sound and became clear as day to be a scarred male. His face twisted in worry but looked mildly relieved seeing that he was conscious.
"You took quite a fall, do you want a hand?"
He asked in a soft tone, arm outstretched yet it was clear he wasn't dressed for this weather at all.
Jed grumbles under his breath, awkwardly getting up to his hands and knees as the figure approaches.
When he glances up to catch sight of the outstretched arm, he yelps, flinching back and slipping onto his back in the snow. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here. Have to be on guard.
He watches the man before him cautiously, before hesitantly reaching out and grabbing onto his arm to pull himself up.
"Thanks," he says quietly. "I, uh...I'm okay. Just think the ol' robo-foot needs some tweakin'."
He's still on guard, but at least he's being treated kindly for now.
The brunette looks down at the foot and lets out a low whistle.
"Yeah but with all of respect so don't think you'll be able to walk to where you need to with how much shoe there is, the joints are probably freezing. If you want I could help us get where you need."
The man offers as a warm smile spreads across his cheeks.
"Naw, foot's just...beat up from my last mission. Guess I didn't work out all the kinks quite all the way..."
Jed shifts, boots kicking away a space in the snow.
"I'd– I'd hate t'be a bother. I can handle myself, really. 'Sides, y'all look like you're freezin' your behind off! You oughta get on back t'somewheres warm."
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
A dark figure was seen in the distance of the snowy terrain, it almost looked like the grim reaper was coming yet instead the figure rushed over without a sound and became clear as day to be a scarred male. His face twisted in worry but looked mildly relieved seeing that he was conscious.
"You took quite a fall, do you want a hand?"
He asked in a soft tone, arm outstretched yet it was clear he wasn't dressed for this weather at all.
Jed grumbles under his breath, awkwardly getting up to his hands and knees as the figure approaches.
When he glances up to catch sight of the outstretched arm, he yelps, flinching back and slipping onto his back in the snow. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here. Have to be on guard.
He watches the man before him cautiously, before hesitantly reaching out and grabbing onto his arm to pull himself up.
"Thanks," he says quietly. "I, uh...I'm okay. Just think the ol' robo-foot needs some tweakin'."
He's still on guard, but at least he's being treated kindly for now.
// feel free to use as a starter! not necessarily posted as one, but anybody is welcome to treat it as one!
"Stupid. Stupid snow. Stupid. Why'd I have to come here? Stupid."
It would be so peaceful if it weren't for the soft-spoken, Texan-accented individual currently trudging through new-fallen snow back to his base. It was literally RIGHT there! And all he had wanted was just to pop out of base real brief to pick up scraps people might've left out there. It should not have been this annoying.
Of course, as is general rule: Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
"Son of a– a b– buck, gonna–" As if things couldn't get worse, Jed's mechanical foot abruptly seizes, hits the snow just wrong, and promptly sends him faceplanting into the snow. "God! Oh, my God, that's cold, holy sh– God, God, oh Lord–"
This is honestly sad to watch. Nothing ever goes well for Jedediah.
