Kabewm!

Craig McBride here. I'm a Demoman fer BLU, and it's a pleasure ta make yer acquaintance. Stationed at: Hydro

[laddymacdeth]

"Well ,it's a pleasure to meet you. You got a name?"

"Aye, ma'am." With a warm smile, he extended a hand towards the Demowoman. "I'll tell ye it if ye promise ta share yers with me."

[do-you-want-a-second-opinion]

doodlin’ laddymacdeth's demoman oc~

he’s a werewolf Demo with three legs what’s more cute than that?

srsly go follow and Rp with him he’s perf.

[laddymacdeth]

((;v; Jeeze he looks awesome! Seriously, thank you so much for doodling my butt over here. <3))

[laddymacdeth]

"A fellow Demo! Nice to see I'm not the only one."

"Aye, it is." The Demoman smiled, stretching out his stiff leg before getting to his feet. With a little smile, he extended a hand towards her. "Mind ye, there's four ae us at me base, lass. Me'n the boss-lady on BLU and two right ugly bawbags on RED."

[tf2crap]

Demoman appreciation post, because he really is underappreciated.

[kleinsthemedic-deactivated20141]

"Vas?" Kleins says, lifting a brow as the Demo approaches him. "Nein, nein." He lifts his hands briefly. "I misplaced somezhing on ze battlefield yesterday, I had come to see if I dropped it over here." Kleins tells him. "None of ze others vould come vith me, so I came alone."

He had indeed dropped something - an older pocket watch. He had discovered it missing when he’s see a hole torn in his waistcoat pocket. “It is an old vatch. It vas my great-grandfathers. It is all I haff left of meine mutter. I am not here to start trouble, I simply am looking for it.” 

[laddymacdeth]

"I'm sure ye did." Of course, Craig didn't believe a word the Medic had said. On any other day of the month, he might have believed him. But right now, the Demoman's dander was definitely up, On some level, he knew that he had no reason to take out his mounting anger on Kleins, but he was just slowly ceasing to care.

"And I found it and hid it 'neath me scrote." Folding his arms stubbornly, the Demoman glowered down at the Medic. "G'on, off with ye before I introduce ya t'a wee li'il bomb."

[laddymacdeth]

kleinsthemedic started following you

Craig frowned deeply when he saw a RED Medic puttering about. With the full moon only a few days away, he was already beginning to feel far more antagonistic than usual. Pushing himself up to his feet, the Demoman drew himself to his full height as he glowered down at the enemy Medic.

"And where d'ye think ye're going, ya hing-oot, cakey, dreep, glaikit, hackit, heidbangin' bampot?" He called out as he approached the Medic as fast as his old prosthetic would allow. "Ye heid-the-baw or something, ya ginky jakey keech? Ye cannae come waltzing around on our side like ya own the whole mockit place."

[babezord]

there is a lightness to my bones

[laddymacdeth]

… They can do that? 

If ye’re sure it was them, mate. How long are ye stuck like this?

[standonpoint-blog]

Apparently?

And I have no idea. They didn’t really say, so…. but. LOOK!

[He turns around to reveal a tail] 

[laddymacdeth]

... That is something. -chuckling, he reached out to try and poke it just to see if it was real-

[laddymacdeth]

immorecivilizedthansome started following you

[laddymacdeth]

Lacking a proper hat to tip, Craig instead stretched out his beanie a little. “Evening, ma’am.” He said, tiredly rubbing his eyes and stretching out his arms and legs. Sleeping spread-out on the couch like that had left him feeling stiff as a board all over, from his neck to his toes.

"W-what time is it?"

[immorecivilizedthansome]

" ‘Bout ta be noon last I checked."  She chuckles softly "Sleeping in again eh?" 

[laddymacdeth]

"Aye." The Demoman rolled out his neck, biting back a sleepy awn as he slowly got to his feet. "It was a pretty slow day today. Nothing better to do, ye know?"

[laddymacdeth]

… ye’re what?! Who bit you? It wasn’t that bloke’d I chomped on, was it?

[standonpoint-blog]

NO NO. Just stupid greyface magic, don’t worry.

[laddymacdeth]

... They can do that? 

If ye're sure it was them, mate. How long are ye stuck like this?

[standonpoint-blog]

laddymacdeth replied to your post:Oi! Ye’d best not’ve messed up me shack while I was on vacation, or ye’re gonna be cleaning the place up with yer own toothrbush.

… Ya blew it up?

NO NO.

But. I’m a werewolf. Apparently. Thought I’d let ya know.

[laddymacdeth]

... ye're what?! Who bit you? It wasn't that bloke'd I chomped on, was it?

[laddymacdeth]

immorecivilizedthansome started following you

Lacking a proper hat to tip, Craig instead stretched out his beanie a little. "Evening, ma'am." He said, tiredly rubbing his eyes and stretching out his arms and legs. Sleeping spread-out on the couch like that had left him feeling stiff as a board all over, from his neck to his toes.

"W-what time is it?"

[scottishafro]

Excellent. -fistbumps when offered, his grin widening before he shrugs his shoulders- Not a lick. But Ah’d think they’d be hidin’ out closer tae the teleporters ‘round th’base or in like…the pantry or somethin’. Since it’s familiar or wotever, y’ken?

[laddymacdeth]

Aye, I ken, mate. -Letting out a merry laugh, Craig threw his arms around Demo’s shoulders- Let’s go get one of those cuntybuggeryfucktoleybumshites and show ‘em what’s for!

[scottishafro]

-lets out a rolling bellylaugh, an arm wrapping around Craig’s shoulders in return as he grins widely- Aye, lad. They’re gonna wish they ‘tweren’t ever baked in the first place!

[laddymacdeth]

-grins and bites down on the cork in his whiskey bottle to tug it out with his teeth and spit it out carelessly as they walk along- Ye got that right! Shame they're supposed ta be filled with tumors, aye? I bet they'd make a good sandwich if they wasn't.

[laddymacdeth]

It was the last night before the full moon. He could already feel the pull of the moon driving his blood like the tide. That part of himself that Craig tried so desperately to crush and bury bubbled up under the surface.

He could already feel the beast rising inside his mind, no matter how much he despised these feelings. He'd fought all day, he wanted rest. His bod was sore and aching.

But the wolf wouldn't let him. It snarled and whispered in the back of his mind as it slowly eclipsed who he was in the tide of primal instincts washing over him. He felt the urge to run and roam, to tear into other living things well up inside of him.

The taste of blood, the satisfaction of bringing down an animal. That urge was getting stronger than ever, and the Demoman was sure he'd lose himself to it eventually.

Hanging his head, Craig pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. For the longest time, he sat there, willing himself to come back to his senses.

He'd already taken one of the sedatives he'd been given, and it took all his power not to take another just to go to sleep like a normal person.

[scottishafro]

-Demo waited in the spot, checking and rechecking all the pockets in his frag vest to make sure he had enough supplies. He looks up when his fellow demoman comes back and grins, reaching into an inner pocket and pulling out one of his many flasks and shaking it a bit- Good, Ah was startin’ tae run low. Got all ye need, mate?

[laddymacdeth]

Aye, I’m good. -As he approached, Craig smiled and extended a fist towards Demo. An eager smirk crossed his face as he raised the bottle he held clutched in his other hand in a lazy salute- D’ye know where to find one of these beasties?

[scottishafro]

Excellent. -fistbumps when offered, his grin widening before he shrugs his shoulders- Not a lick. But Ah’d think they’d be hidin’ out closer tae the teleporters ‘round th’base or in like…the pantry or somethin’. Since it’s familiar or wotever, y’ken?

[laddymacdeth]

Aye, I ken, mate. -Letting out a merry laugh, Craig threw his arms around Demo's shoulders- Let's go get one of those cuntybuggeryfucktoleybumshites and show 'em what's for!

[laddymacdeth]

((Scotland, y u so awesome?))

[laddymacdeth]

-Craig laughed as he meandered off, raising a hand to wave at the other Demoman. When he returned with his gear and a drink, Craig was still smiling broadly at the prospect of such fun- Eeey, I brought the whiskey!

[scottishafro]

-Demo waited in the spot, checking and rechecking all the pockets in his frag vest to make sure he had enough supplies. He looks up when his fellow demoman comes back and grins, reaching into an inner pocket and pulling out one of his many flasks and shaking it a bit- Good, Ah was startin’ tae run low. Got all ye need, mate?

[laddymacdeth]

Aye, I'm good. -As he approached, Craig smiled and extended a fist towards Demo. An eager smirk crossed his face as he raised the bottle he held clutched in his other hand in a lazy salute- D'ye know where to find one of these beasties?