Wie, bitte?

OC Red Medic | Game canon themes | Unselective

[krytzkrieg]

"Up to this exact moment in my life, i have never been more tempted to eat mistletoe."

[krytzkrieg]

🕯

The medic seems to almost curl into himself, wary of the firestarter, but not a flight risk he would otherwise have been due to them being unarmed. He fixes them with a shaky grin, fiddling with a pen.  “Well, as a candle, i would associate you with... a sharp lemon scent with an underlying hint of sugar. I cannot explain this correlation, it just is.” 

“Hmm, or perhaps a marshmallow roasting over a campfire?”

[krankenklaus]

“Please don’t drink the tapeworm infested waters.” 

[krytzkrieg]

"I would say i am surprised that this needs said, but we've all seen what the teufort lead water has done to a certain number of us."

"If anyone comes to me needing any parasites removed, I am giving the little bastards sentience."

[krytzkrieg]

“Just saw a jar of urine fly out of a window. Who pissed him off?”

[krytzkrieg]

“I would say that i am surprised about the giant, angry, floating eyeball, but i’m not. I’m not, and that’s sad. It’s looking at me, and it feels as if i am being mocked. I miss having a shotgun at times like these.”

[kitsune-rp-help]

Send 🕯 to hear what I think your muse would smell like as a candle

alternatively send  🕯+ reverse to see what I think my muse would smell like.

[batterupbostonian]

Closed RP

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Scout floundered for several long moments, further solidifying that whatever story he spun was worthless. His eyes were set upon the bird that perched on the Doctor’s shoulder, unable to look at the man with his gaze so stern. He swore that bird was laughing at him, like the little shit knew how much trouble he was in. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it did though. He’d seen the Medic’s crows do some very intelligent things over the time he was here, knowing the resident trouble maker was about to get torn a new one would be the least of it.

“Uh, okay so, ya see, Snipa, ya know how he’s always misplacing his smokes? Well, I found them in the kitchen, and I brought them back to ‘im. That’s uh, that’s where I’m comin’ back from, but one musta fell out inta my pocket and I pulled it out like, ‘what da fuck is this?’ when you came ‘round the corner. I didn’t want ya to get the wrong idea, so I hid it.” He gave a weak smile, his fingers twitching around the lighter clutched in his hand as a form of comfort while Johann stared him down. 

“I was gonna give that back to, uh, to Snipes, but I don’t think he’s gonna want it now.” He let out a nervous chuckle, his eyes darting around to anywhere besides Johann as he continued to babble. “Then again, he’s pretty weird. Maybe he’ll want it back. What, uh, what do ya think, Doc?”

[krytzkrieg]

The doctor clasped his hands behind his back, posture picture-perfect. He loves seeing how the victims of his talking react to the information, it relly helps him get a feel for their personalities. And how much they can take while in his prescence. He doesn’t want to make his team to feel sickened when near him, that would be counter-productive to his task.

It seems that the boy is imaginative to a high degree, based on the faces he made during that flood of speech. “It’s beyond my understanding personally, though most causes are based off of older role-models being smokers, or the need to rebel in some way. I don’t care what you do with the stick, that would be up to you, though i would happily cover for you if only to nag him again when he comes looking for it.”

“Why don’t i take that from you, and you send him my way when he bitches about it?” Johannes chuckles to himself at the thought, a crooked smirk on his face.  And of course it would be doing the man a favor! Not that he would see it as such... 

Either way, he’ll certainly nee some talking to. Getting spotted because the glow of his cigarette ousted him in his little nest isn’t the best thing for the sniper or his team.

[amusemintmuses-retired]

@krytzkrieg​ || STARTER CALL

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It hadn’t been a first.

Lou had been chased out of dimensions many times by Ricks who were frustrated with his nonsense... What with his tendency for chewing up important items and being so easily distracted. This time, he may or may not have bitten the Rick he’d been with for the past week. The old man was having none of that. “Out,” He had said, pointing sternly to a portal he had opened. Lou was mortified, to put it simply. That wasn’t a portal back to the citadel.

When he tried to speak up about it, the Rick simply pointed more firmly. “Go. I don’t h-hAUUGHve time for a furball who can’t- Who can’t pull his own weight for five seconds. You’re done. Get out of here.” The slobbering drunk stated plainly.

So, here he was. On his own again, in a place he didn’t recognize. Tail tucked between his legs, he looked around for a suitable rescue. 

“H-Hellooo...?”

----- 🐾 🐾 🐾 -----

[krytzkrieg]

“Is there anything i can make you? You know yourself better than i would. We’re stocked on canned things, though if you prefer something fresher, there are eggs in the fridge that i can cook and scramble for you. I’m sure that those should be safe to consume.” Johann hummed to himself, taking into consideration what would be decent for just a meal. He would consult his team and Lou himself in the future. 

Popping back up onto his feet, the medic brushed soil and dust off of his knees. The midday sun beats down strong, sweat collecting at his back. Johann thought it best to get the both of them out of the sun. “tell me if anything interests you, I’ll show you the way to the kitchen.”

[amusemintmuses-retired]

@krytzkrieg​ || STARTER CALL

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It hadn’t been a first.

Lou had been chased out of dimensions many times by Ricks who were frustrated with his nonsense... What with his tendency for chewing up important items and being so easily distracted. This time, he may or may not have bitten the Rick he’d been with for the past week. The old man was having none of that. “Out,” He had said, pointing sternly to a portal he had opened. Lou was mortified, to put it simply. That wasn’t a portal back to the citadel.

When he tried to speak up about it, the Rick simply pointed more firmly. “Go. I don’t h-hAUUGHve time for a furball who can’t- Who can’t pull his own weight for five seconds. You’re done. Get out of here.” The slobbering drunk stated plainly.

So, here he was. On his own again, in a place he didn’t recognize. Tail tucked between his legs, he looked around for a suitable rescue. 

“H-Hellooo...?”

----- 🐾 🐾 🐾 -----

[krytzkrieg]

With the more pressing things out of the way, Johann crossed his legs, leaning back on red-gloved palms. “I’m the first of my team to arrive thus far, considering i was the closest... there just isn’t much to do yet. You are susceptible to death here, even, dare i say it, at increased risk. I mean, you could get yourself a mercenary contract in order to qualify for Respawn, but trust me, once they have their claws in you, you cannot just shake them off...”

The doctor hums to himself for a moment. 

“This choice is yours to make. While i remember, are you hungry, thirsty? We’re not too prepared for animal companions, but there’s bottled water in the fridge and I’m not too terrible on the stove.”

[amusemintmuses-retired]

@krytzkrieg​ || STARTER CALL

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It hadn’t been a first.

Lou had been chased out of dimensions many times by Ricks who were frustrated with his nonsense... What with his tendency for chewing up important items and being so easily distracted. This time, he may or may not have bitten the Rick he’d been with for the past week. The old man was having none of that. “Out,” He had said, pointing sternly to a portal he had opened. Lou was mortified, to put it simply. That wasn’t a portal back to the citadel.

When he tried to speak up about it, the Rick simply pointed more firmly. “Go. I don’t h-hAUUGHve time for a furball who can’t- Who can’t pull his own weight for five seconds. You’re done. Get out of here.” The slobbering drunk stated plainly.

So, here he was. On his own again, in a place he didn’t recognize. Tail tucked between his legs, he looked around for a suitable rescue. 

“H-Hellooo...?”

----- 🐾 🐾 🐾 -----

[krytzkrieg]

He would have to carefully think over this. Johannes had to be careful. He couldn’t leave Lou out of the loop, but knowing too much would have the little hound taken behind the shed and offed. “We’re fighting over land between two companies. It’s a war of greed. There is no bad or good side. It’s a mercenaries war, no civilian casualties.”

A deep breath. He wasn’t one to dig into moralities or ethics, not in this business, Typically, you do what you’re told and keep your mouth shut. “This war solves nothing. It’s a bit of a family feud between the rich.”

Honestly, do not regret working for Mann co. It pays more than decently for possible risk. “We don’t fight for nations, though some of us are patriotic... It’s just a turf war over gravel.”

[amusemintmuses-retired]

@krytzkrieg​ || STARTER CALL

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It hadn’t been a first.

Lou had been chased out of dimensions many times by Ricks who were frustrated with his nonsense... What with his tendency for chewing up important items and being so easily distracted. This time, he may or may not have bitten the Rick he’d been with for the past week. The old man was having none of that. “Out,” He had said, pointing sternly to a portal he had opened. Lou was mortified, to put it simply. That wasn’t a portal back to the citadel.

When he tried to speak up about it, the Rick simply pointed more firmly. “Go. I don’t h-hAUUGHve time for a furball who can’t- Who can’t pull his own weight for five seconds. You’re done. Get out of here.” The slobbering drunk stated plainly.

So, here he was. On his own again, in a place he didn’t recognize. Tail tucked between his legs, he looked around for a suitable rescue. 

“H-Hellooo...?”

----- 🐾 🐾 🐾 -----

[krytzkrieg]

His heart hurt for the little creature. Left in a warzone. A warzone. Who would do that to anyone? No matter the species, this individual, by law, is a civilian. This dog’s human left a fellow civilian in a warzone. Johannes felt sick. “I’m afraid that i am not joking...”

No longer afraid of aggressive behavior, the medic sat perhaps a foot or three in front of Lou, legs tucked under him. “This is a dangerous place, and as you are, a civilian, i cannot guarantee your survival if you get wounded. I will do my best to protect and provide for you, however your circumstances are not the best...” Only Mann co. mercenaries receive respawn microchips... not pets, not companions, not visitors. It’s a bad predicament Lou has found himself in.

“If you allow me, i can give you a brief tour of the base. If you plan to stay here, it would better your chances of survival to know the terrain. It’s a small area, so you shouldn’t be too dizzy with information. Please tell me if you have questions, Lou.”

[amusemintmuses-retired]

@krytzkrieg​ || STARTER CALL

----- 🐾 🐾 🐾 -----

It hadn’t been a first.

Lou had been chased out of dimensions many times by Ricks who were frustrated with his nonsense... What with his tendency for chewing up important items and being so easily distracted. This time, he may or may not have bitten the Rick he’d been with for the past week. The old man was having none of that. “Out,” He had said, pointing sternly to a portal he had opened. Lou was mortified, to put it simply. That wasn’t a portal back to the citadel.

When he tried to speak up about it, the Rick simply pointed more firmly. “Go. I don’t h-hAUUGHve time for a furball who can’t- Who can’t pull his own weight for five seconds. You’re done. Get out of here.” The slobbering drunk stated plainly.

So, here he was. On his own again, in a place he didn’t recognize. Tail tucked between his legs, he looked around for a suitable rescue. 

“H-Hellooo...?”

----- 🐾 🐾 🐾 -----

[krytzkrieg]

Johannes felt a mixture of surprise and fear as the dog seemed to speak English perfectly. With a stutter, yes, but still. Perfectly. He couldn’t treat this creature like some sort of freak, though. There are plenty of strange mercenaries with varying inhuman features, so it is certainly not too far-fetched that a dog could speak... especially if someone up and left it here.

“My name is Johannes, or Dr. Krauss if you prefer. You’re on Mann co. property, a map called Teufort.”

He took a breath, determine to stay professional wih this, at least. If the dog, Lou, could speak, then perhaps if Johann didn’t act threatening, he wouldn’t be attacked. It seems like a solid plan. 

“While you are here, i’ll give you a basic rundown. Most animals do not speak like you do, so you might startle humans that are unaware that you can. This is a warzone, people will die, but they won’t stay dead. The medical wing is usually the safest place to be during work hours, however it is wise to hide if you believe you are in danger. That is about all i can think of that would benefit you... ah, yes, it gets very loud during the day. Rockets, gunshots, Ubercharges, announcements. But that will not start for another week at most.”

Johannes leaned against the bridge supports. He spoke with a sense of veiled sadness. He cared very much for animals, no matter their level of sapience. He didn’t expect Lou to trust or beleive him, but he may as well speak his mind.  “You seem to think i am going to hurt you, i’ll tell you now that i am not that type.”

[amusemintmuses-retired]

@krytzkrieg​ || STARTER CALL

—– 🐾 🐾 🐾 —–

It hadn’t been a first.

Lou had been chased out of dimensions many times by Ricks who were frustrated with his nonsense… What with his tendency for chewing up important items and being so easily distracted. This time, he may or may not have bitten the Rick he’d been with for the past week. The old man was having none of that. “Out,” He had said, pointing sternly to a portal he had opened. Lou was mortified, to put it simply. That wasn’t a portal back to the citadel.

When he tried to speak up about it, the Rick simply pointed more firmly. “Go. I don’t h-hAUUGHve time for a furball who can’t- Who can’t pull his own weight for five seconds. You’re done. Get out of here.” The slobbering drunk stated plainly.

So, here he was. On his own again, in a place he didn’t recognize. Tail tucked between his legs, he looked around for a suitable rescue. 

“H-Hellooo…?”

—– 🐾 🐾 🐾 —–

[krytzkrieg]

Everything is quiet on base, Johannes being the first red to arrive. His train had been faster and closer to the destination, and thus has finished setting up his sickbay at least five hours ago. Even though nobody else would be around, he still chose to don his uniform. Just in case a Blu was snooping around, or one of those overly-strict militaristic mercenaries came around to the base today.

“H-Hellooo…?” 

A voice? Johann hadn’t expected that at this time. It sounds particularly Scoutish... but young. Maybe too young. They let people that young into this business? Disgusting, but nothing he wouldn’t be surprised at Mann co. for.

Approaching the voice at an even pace, he turned the courner into a wide courtyard. Completely free of debris, gunshot holes, bloodstains. It looks brand new, as if it had been constructed perhaps less than a month ago. A yellow dog. Johannes cocked his head to the side in thought, staring the dog down with light gray eyes. “Is your human nearby?” Johann said, glancing around the area before returning to the dog. It has a collar with a tag. M.

The birds don’t like dogs, but they know better than to stay near the ground. Or in sight. He doesn’t quite know how to interact with dogs. Never had one. t seems particularly scared, and not wanting to be bitten, the Medic kept his distance. “Who are you, little one?”

[krytzkrieg]

cont. from here @grimmmedic :’)

“I don’t usually join Team Game Night... is this the usual?” Johann placed a bare hand over his mouth, but the rise and fall of his chest implied that he was laughing. He’s got a bit of a crooked smile, and finds that people warm up to him better when he doesn’t look insane when he’s happy. To each their own, he supposes.

“I don’t recognise this game... do you? I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a Mann co. original based off of the... quality.” Or lack of quality, as he’s trying and failing between huffs of amusement, to say.

“I for one, chose the france in yellow.”

[krytzkrieg]

“There are no wrong answers, but they put France twice.”

"They... they what?" Johann looked over his fellow Medic's shoulder, biting back laughter as he saw that there are indeed two Frances. "Should we... should we tell them or-" well, it's quite an obvious error, but maybe nobody's noticed so far?

[krytzkrieg]

[plaguedoctorpropoganda]

Relax, doctor. Relax your shoulders, look away from the screen, blink a bit, and take a deep breath and stretch. When you come back to your position of rest, sit up a little straighter.

Take care of yourself, doctor.