GREEN PYRO

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[liquidate-and-melt]

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Green team - (I will add more with time as I rember names)

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@true-grn-medic -

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Tags -

#Liquidated Assets - answering asks

#green pyro rp - roleplay

#Swampy lore - lore

PYRO

- this version of pyro experienced a great tragedy. They are also known as Kohler. - they were apart of the og green team. They are kinda of mysterious. Hangs around the area of the old base.

[liquidate-and-melt]

There is a gun powder in your mail! And a note!

DO SOMETHING FUN WITH THIS.

… Happy April Fools?

— @blus-fire-starter

(Pyro likes fellow Pyro. They didn’t want to blow up your mailbox.)

I did not check my mail in time I’m afraid, I never get mail ever. I am so happy to have gunpowder. I will cherish this gunpowder, create pipe bomb perhabs.

[true-grn-medic]

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett carefully holds Kholer's arm once again. Typically one wouldn't consider sewing the clothes and the skin together, but there was only so much Emmett could do with Kholer's skin being fused with their suit. Emmett hums softly as he carefully sews the flesh together. He watches Kholer sign before letting out a soft sigh.

You are not trouble Kholer. You are my patient just like anyone else. I do not care to categorize my patients into bad or good. Even if I did you would be a good patient. You visit when needed, don't squirm about and scream, and it's quite nice to care for you.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Getting a bit tense each time the thread was pulled slightly. The liquidator was shaking slightly. Perhaps intimidated by the needle, perhaps trembling from exhaustion. Perhaps it was just the nerve damage.

Kholer cant fully respond. Having one arm up so that the doctor could work limited their vocabulary by a lot. So instead he simply sighned. "No" with his free hand.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett was careful with the sutures, not wanting to cause too much unnecessary discomfort. Emmett was always careful to not drag out appointments for too long. He's been aware of his team being unsettled by him for a long time.

Would you like to let it heal naturally or would you like me to use the medigun? Either way I would've needed the sutures to reduce chances of growths due to your high radiation levels.

[liquidate-and-melt]

“Beam feels nice.”

Kholer was urgent with the medigun use. The injury would hurt for a long time if allowed to cure naturally. And kholer found himself feeling a ‘buzz’ when the mediguns intensity was turned up. For in that moment it barely registered the clawing discomfort that nagged and ached in his bones. Kholer stared at Emmett a long time. It was hard to tell if they are staring at emmet or past him. Kholer flexs his fingers debating on how to phrase his next statement.

“ No one talks to me. I want to talk.”

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett pulls the medigun a bit closer. He watches the injury closely, making sure nothing went wrong. He didn't miss Kholer's words though. He thought for a moment, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

I am always here if you need someone to talk to Kholer. I rarely leave the infirmary as is and so guests are quite welcome. As long as you make it clear you're just visiting and not injured.

[liquidate-and-melt]

I Miss friends, Scare new friends. Always in quarantine.

Kholer let out a dry rattly breath.

I don’t want to die alone. I don’t want to die at all, but I can feel it coming. That’s what the dolls tell me

[true-grn-medic]

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett carefully holds Kholer's arm once again. Typically one wouldn't consider sewing the clothes and the skin together, but there was only so much Emmett could do with Kholer's skin being fused with their suit. Emmett hums softly as he carefully sews the flesh together. He watches Kholer sign before letting out a soft sigh.

You are not trouble Kholer. You are my patient just like anyone else. I do not care to categorize my patients into bad or good. Even if I did you would be a good patient. You visit when needed, don't squirm about and scream, and it's quite nice to care for you.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Getting a bit tense each time the thread was pulled slightly. The liquidator was shaking slightly. Perhaps intimidated by the needle, perhaps trembling from exhaustion. Perhaps it was just the nerve damage.

Kholer cant fully respond. Having one arm up so that the doctor could work limited their vocabulary by a lot. So instead he simply sighned. "No" with his free hand.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett was careful with the sutures, not wanting to cause too much unnecessary discomfort. Emmett was always careful to not drag out appointments for too long. He's been aware of his team being unsettled by him for a long time.

Would you like to let it heal naturally or would you like me to use the medigun? Either way I would've needed the sutures to reduce chances of growths due to your high radiation levels.

[liquidate-and-melt]

“Beam feels nice.”

Kholer was urgent with the medigun use. The injury would hurt for a long time if allowed to cure naturally. And kholer found himself feeling a ‘buzz’ when the mediguns intensity was turned up. For in that moment it barely registered the clawing discomfort that nagged and ached in his bones. Kholer stared at Emmett a long time. It was hard to tell if they are staring at emmet or past him. Kholer flexs his fingers debating on how to phrase his next statement.

“ No one talks to me. I want to talk.”

[true-grn-medic]

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett carefully holds Kholer's arm once again. Typically one wouldn't consider sewing the clothes and the skin together, but there was only so much Emmett could do with Kholer's skin being fused with their suit. Emmett hums softly as he carefully sews the flesh together. He watches Kholer sign before letting out a soft sigh.

You are not trouble Kholer. You are my patient just like anyone else. I do not care to categorize my patients into bad or good. Even if I did you would be a good patient. You visit when needed, don't squirm about and scream, and it's quite nice to care for you.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Getting a bit tense each time the thread was pulled slightly. The liquidator was shaking slightly. Perhaps intimidated by the needle, perhaps trembling from exhaustion. Perhaps it was just the nerve damage.

Kholer cant fully respond. Having one arm up so that the doctor could work limited their vocabulary by a lot. So instead he simply sighned. "No" with his free hand.

[true-grn-medic]

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett carefully holds Kholer's arm once again. Typically one wouldn't consider sewing the clothes and the skin together, but there was only so much Emmett could do with Kholer's skin being fused with their suit. Emmett hums softly as he carefully sews the flesh together. He watches Kholer sign before letting out a soft sigh.

You are not trouble Kholer. You are my patient just like anyone else. I do not care to categorize my patients into bad or good. Even if I did you would be a good patient. You visit when needed, don't squirm about and scream, and it's quite nice to care for you.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Getting a bit tense each time the thread was pulled slightly. The liquidator was shaking slightly. Perhaps intimidated by the needle, perhaps trembling from exhaustion. Perhaps it was just the nerve damage.

Kholer cant fully respond. Having one arm up so that the doctor could work limited their vocabulary by a lot. So instead he simply sighned. "No" with his free hand.

[true-grn-medic]

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

[true-grn-medic]

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

[true-grn-medic]

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

[grn-sniper-tf2]

Stares at you like the wettest cat in exsistance

@liquidate-and-melt

Now what are ye lookin at mate?

[liquidate-and-melt]

Waves hello

[grn-sniper-tf2]

Waves back

So I assume your the pyro around here?

[liquidate-and-melt]

The pyro nods. Gesturing with its hands spelling out a name.

K-H-O-L-E-R

They seem enthusiastic to say hello if a bit shy.

[grn-sniper-tf2]

Stares at you like the wettest cat in exsistance

@liquidate-and-melt

Now what are ye lookin at mate?

[liquidate-and-melt]

Waves hello

[daily-tf2-engineer]

294 anonymous

engineer: hmm i wonder where my wrench went suspiciously wrench shaped pyro: gg-g-gulp! i wouldnt happen to know where THAT one is!

[liquidate-and-melt]

@richard-on-green

I eat metal

[chemicallygoth]

🔥

[gentlesurgeryenjoyer]

[liquidate-and-melt]

Why don’t anyone pet me?

[casserpillarr]

Buttercups :) ÔO🏵️(Ó O), O =(__ )

[gentlesurgeryenjoyer]

awwwww

[richard-on-green]

“….”

Kholer brings some crayons into the workshop and sits down in the corner to color. Ignoring Richard otherwise.

Richard notices Kohler in the corner, it wasnt all too unusual for them to stop by and they never poked around too much so he didnt pay too much mind.

He continues on with his work, fine tuning a near complete project before sliding a big pair of noise-blocking headphones across the floor to Kohler's feet

"youll want to put those on"

he says to them, not turning his head. He slides over to one of his big machines, a large sheet of metal under his robotic arm and begins preparing it to be cut.

[liquidate-and-melt]

Kholer puts the headphones on and gose back to drawing. It valued this time they spent together. They keep drawing occasionally looking up in excitement when the sparks of the metal get out of hand.

[johnnysstars]

Pyro unorthodox spychecking method (100% effective rate)

I got inspired by @/REFUSE RADIO on twt!!!

[tiltedtowers]

go out right now and order the archimedes meal its two french fries and a squirt of ketchup