OKAY, WE FINALLY HAVE A PIRATE EPISODE! HERE YOU LITTLE MONSTERS GO!!! <3
Mind is written by @shineyfish
WARNINGS: violence(obviously), drug mentions, smoking, and unintentional self-harm.
They traveled through the doorway, leading them down to the rest of the railway system, which was water-logged. Aside from the few bursts of unconducted energy, the rest of the track didn't seem to be electrified. Gordon mentioned Benrey being a 'powerful asset' to the team, something that Mind was vocally against, but... He did have to admit that the thing was powerful.
They raced through the labyrinth of abandoned trackways - Literally, and Tommy won - before making their way up a ladder and to another hallway, higher up and filled to the brim with soldiers.
To which, hilariously, Mind's reaction was to start talking like a pirate.
"IF IT'S A FAIR FIGHT YER LOOKIN' FOR, THEN YE'VE COME TO THE WRONG MAN!"
Gordon, bewildered out of his skull, started cackling.
”YEAH!?” He screamed. “GET THE- GET THE- FUCK YEAH CAPTAIN MIND GET THEM! THEY DON'T HAVE ANY SKILLS GET THEIR ASSES!”
The encouragement only seemed to make Mind laugh with him, nailing the unlucky soldiers in the hallway.
"THE BATTLE BE A' RAGIN, TIS THE PERFECT TIME TA PLUNDER!"
He dipped into one of the side rooms, opening the boxes on the shelves in search of ammo, or anything valuable. He wasn't picky.
"It appears yer treasure be naught but a ruse, these boxes be empty!"
Gordon wheezed.
“BULLSHIT. WHERE'S OUR TREASURE.” He cackled. “CAPTAIN MIND, WHAT DO WE DO!?!”
“Loot the bodies,” Benrey said, making Gordon choke laughing.
“GET THEIR GUNS!”
"PLUNDER THE LOT A' THEM! SEIZE THE ARTILL'RY!"
Mind cackled, spinning his gun in his hand before shooting a bootboy. That was just showing off.
"YE CALL YERSELVES MARINES, BUT MARINERS I DINNAE SEE NONE! YER A BUNCH A' COWARDS AN' DEADWEIGHT!"
Gordon wheezed again.
“MAKE THEM FUCKIN- what is it- MAKE THEM WALK THE PLANK!!!” He laughed, following behind him. “Dude you need like, a cool eyepatch or something.”
"AYE, A' DO!"
Mind smiled back at Gordon, looking Genuinely happy.
"Although, a' dinnae want a hook fer a hand. That can be yer thing!"
The power absolutely going to his head, he pointed ahead with his gun.
"COMPANY, LETS SHOW THESE LANDLUBBERS TA FEAR TH' WAVES!"
“HOW AM I GONNA SHOOT WITH A HOOK HAND- wait actually hold on I got it-“
He took out his crowbar, grinning as he held it tight, and raced into battle alongside Mind.
“YAAAAARG!”
"YAAHAHAHAHAAAARRGG!"
Making good on his word, Mind looted almost every soldier's body that they came across, taking no prisoners.
"Tis but a shame, we be without our mechanical longboat! Would have made this voyage easier. Alas, tis no issue!"
"OUR WH- oh a train? YEAH. OUR UH. SHIP- I'm not good at this- let's- OH SHIT- YARG!" Gordon straight up brained a soldier he found in a room, and walked inside, spotting a security officer. "OH, THERE'S A GUY IN HERE!"
Mind snorted at Gordon not understanding the pirate talk, punching him in the shoulder about it before turning to the guard.
"AHOY THERE SQUIRE, WHAT SAY YE TA JOINING OUR CREW? I'LL GIVE YE A CUT A' ANY LOOT WE TAKE!"
The guard didn't react to the pirate voice, staring ahead at the two.
"Okay, why not.”
“Y-”
“Didn't want to die alone anyway."
Mind threw his hands in the air.
"YAAAAR! THAT BE THE SPIRIT! LET US CHARGE FORTH AND PAINT THE WALLS RED WITH BLOOD!"
Gordon started laughing so hard that he went into a coughing fit.
"LH- HHHVKKHCKLLETSSSGOOO! LETSSSGO!!!!!" He cried, stumbling to follow Mind out.
"C-Captain Mind!! There's- there are more soldiers on the port bow!" Tommy shouted, pointing at more soldiers approaching.
Captain Mind yelled as he rushed the soldiers, firing at them as he did. When he got close enough he ran out of bullets, and in a slight panic used the butt of the gun to knock one of them out.
He didn't expect everyone to go along with the pirate bit if he was being honest! He had to admit though he was a fan of the captain role. He should be the leader of these guys.
Gordon shot the knocked-out soldier right between the eyes. Meanwhile, the guard didn't take cover as he shot at soldiers in the distance.
As the bullets flew past, Mind fired back, yelling at the guard.
"GET DOWN, LAD, TAKE COVER!"
The guard did not get down or take cover and rag-dolled on the floor shortly after, the bullet hitting them in the shoulder.
Mind watched it happen with wide eyes.
"WELL WHAT USE ARE YE TAE US NOW?"
Gordon broke into cackling. It was a little stressed, but to be fair- that was extremely funny.
”WHY DID HE DO THAT!? WHY DID- ok lets- let's keep going- we shoul- actually, any idea, Captain??”
Mind paused for a second, smiling as he assesed the area, before pointing towards one of the rooms with his gun.
"Avast, an unchecked room. Could harbour mariners, brace yerself lad!"
His throat was starting to kill him a bit. He usually didn't commit to the pirate thing for this long, but he was having a great time and nobody could stop him.
"Gotcha- ready- or uh- aye-aye? Is that- READY!" Gordon cocked his gun and gave Mind a dumb smile.
"Lets unload hot piratey death!" Bubby cheered.
His crew was full of idiots. Laughing, Mind charged on ahead.
"THEM WHO DIE BE THE LUCKY ONES, AND THAR BE PLENTY O' LUCK GOIN ROUND TODAY!"
Inside the room was three soldiers, two of which were mowed down immediately, and the last one sat in one of the chairs, seemingly unaffected by the gunfire.
"ARISE, YE LANDLUBBING SCURR, AN' FACE YER DEATH LIKE A MAN!"
Mind had his gun raised to him, but the soldier did not rise, face scrunching up at the group.
"No, I don't feel like it."
"GET UP-! GET UP, ASSHOLE!" Gordon screamed at him, running and kicking the chair over.
Miraculously, the soldier managed to stay in the chair, unfazed. Mind shot nearby the soldier's head, an incredulous laugh escaping him. Wwwhatthefuck.
"STOPPP."
Gordon started laughing so hard he turned around and left the room, before walking back in.
"Get up!" He barked again, taking out his SMG. "GET UP, ASSHOLE!"
"Leave me aloooone!"
Mind was starting to lose it, what was with this guy??
"IGNORANCE CANNAE SAVE YE NOW, MATEY, DO AS HE SAYS!"
Confusion may have been apparent, but the pirate voice was unwavering.
A stray shot to the chair broke it completely, and the soldier was forced to stand, taking out his gun, but still acting as if the threat was just a minor inconvenience.
"You wanna stop- you wanna stop please?"
"WHAT- what are our chairs made out of!?" Gordon choked. "GUN ON THE GROUND, BUDDY. SET IT DOWN, NOW. I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING SKULL OUT, DON'T TEST ME-"
"God, you're so annoying."
Eyes shifting to the door for a split second, the soldier dashed out, pushing past Mind and Gordon as he did so.
"HEY, WHERE D'YE THINK YER GOIN?"
Without considering the possibility of a trap, which was strange for him, Mind ran after him.
"Come the FUCK on are you kidding me!" Gordon shouted at no one in particular, moreso the situation as he raced after them both- shooting rapidly.
Once the soldier darted out of sight, Gordon sighed, holding a hand up.
"STOP! Stop- we lost him." He looked to another dead soldier on the ground, noticing a lit cigar in his mouth.
Mind leaned over the railing, trying to spot where the guy went.
"Alas, he's slipperier than a fish out o' water."
He coughed, cringing slightly.
Turning to face the rest of the team, he gave them a smile.
"No a venture that we cannae take on! We'll find th' landlubbin' scurr if 's the last thing we do."
Gordon laughed a bit.
“Is the voice starting to hurt??”
"No."
Yes, but he wasn't going to be defeated that easily.
"Just a tad scratchy on the ol' throat."
“Alright,” Gordon rolled his eyes a little, chuckling, before bending over and picking up the cigar from the dead body. “Wait, hold on,”
He contemplated it for a moment, standing up, before taking a drag from it.
“Thats disgusting.” Bubby said.
Mind looked at him for a second.
Gross. You don't know where that's been. Sir.
It felt weird to see the man smoke, he just... Didn't seem like the type. Sure, Mind himself didn't smoke often, but he's been around enough smokers.
"... D'ye usually smoke? Ye didnae have th face fer it."
Gordon took in a really, really long drag.
“Y’gotta look good when you’re killing-“ He choked, before breaking into a massive coughing fit.
Mind snorted. Idiot.
"Ah, I ken now. Yer a professional. Best smoker in th' world."
“Smoking is a terrible habit!” Bubby snapped. Gordon paused, blinking, and dropped the cigar on the ground, stomping at it and pointing at Dr. Coomer with extreme fury.
”THIS ONE DRANK PISS!”
"That disnae give ye cancer."
Not helping.
“Not helping.” Gordon sighed. “Lets keep going. C’mon, captain.”
With another cough, Mind walked ahead of the group.
"Fuck-, Thar be another passage way, anchors away crew!"
The cough made Gordon cackle.
“Bro! Stop doing it if it hurts! If you lose your voice I’m making fun of you.” He wheezed, following.
Mind went to argue, keeping to the wall as shots fired at them, before coughing violently, behind cover.
"hhghbbbb. Thaaat's enough of that. I have about 20 more years of whiskey drinking before my voice sounds like that naturally."
He covered his mouth for a second, catching his breath.
"Do we still have problems?"
He looked out from the cover and gunfire shot past him immediately.
"We still have problems."
Gordon laughed, finding immense joy in Minds antics.
“Uh, well, we could send Benrey out, maybe- I haven’t seen him, though.”
Mind didn't look at him, but he did pause.
"... Knowing our luck, he'd either join them or just stand there like an idiot."
He made a small noise of consideration.
"This sounds like a job for Ambassador Pineapple!" He took out a grenade, "You'll be representing us on the floor, now go out there and work your magic!"
After throwing it at the problem, there was a couple seconds more of gunfire, an explosion, then silence. The entire time, Mind was twirling the pin in his hand.
"... And it sounds like we've come to a resolution!"
He ducked out of the cover.
"Testing, one two, testing... Well, I'm glad everything worked out."
“Ambassador Pineapple??” Gordon wheezed, following him out from under cover.
“G’oh, I miss him every day!” Dr. Coomer nodded. Bubby followed as well.
“I agree with everything he said.”
“I-It’s always good to have peaceful conver- conversations!” Tommy added, pointing his gun thoughtlessly.
Mind nodded.
"Ambassador Pineapple."
He did not explain further, exploring over the room.
"Everyone that matters is here and accounted for, so let's move on. This room wasn't heavily guarded for no reason, I refuse to..."
Ahead on the wall was a spray painted sign that read "Surrender Freemen". Normally, Mind would just pass it off as the education of the military, but...
Freemen.
Free men.
They knew.
He swallowed, staring at it.
Gordon was walking by it, completely unaware, until he noticed Mind staring.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, bud?” He asked brightly, walking over, before pausing as his eyes scanned the words over. “…ah.”
“…What the fuck? You cant graffiti, that’s against the law,” Bubby, who was graffiting an hour earlier, said. “They even spelled it wrong! Blasted military education.”
“Haha, yeah.” Gordon chuckled a little, though his expression wore the feeling of swallowing fire and being doused in ice. “Yeah they’re…stupid.”
Mind blinked a couple times, analysing Gordon's demeanor change.
... The fuck is that about?
He knew. He had to know, there was "no way he doesn't, I mean," the thing said free men. He needed to know that "means both of us."
He wrung out his hands, glancing between the sign and Gordon.
"No... No, he doesn't." They'd been through this, if Gordon knew, then he was "damn good at hiding it. Nobody can hide shit that well" without dropping too many clues.
I can trust him. "I have to."
He picked at his face, staring back at the sign.
His thoughts felt... Overlapping, repeating over themselves and crashing against his skull like waves. A slurry of He Knows, They Know, They All Know, it was difficult to hear much else.
He took a shaky breath.
"The morphine must be wearing off."
"...I don't think you should get another dose until tomorrow, man." Gordon muttered. "Are...you okay? It...is there something I don't...know? About this?"
He took a second, looking at the grafitti again, and then back to Mind, tilting his head, eyes full of the same emotion as before, and now worry.
"...You're talking to yourself again."
"I... Am I?"
Fuck.
He picked at the scars on his face, glancing away.
"No, it's... It's fine, man."
He couldn't look at Gordon.
He didn’t know. He didn’t know. He didn’t know. It was just "my brain being a dick to me," which was why he needed the fucking morphine.
God he hated this. He needed to "get this talking to myself shit under control, fast."
Taking out his gun, counted over the ammo, trying to focus on anything else.
"Let's... Go, let's go."
"Alright." Gordon huffed, following him. "...N'don't pick at your face, man. Our gloves are probably filthy."
Thank god tumblr has a bigger image limit now because heres 25 pngs of a scene from the hlvraifm au agaaaaiiinnn!!!!
This takes place, obviously, in the same scene the first Passport Inspection mention takes place in! Aka the scene where Gordon gets called a nasty little sewage boy. Yes that still happened it's just implied here to keep things short LMAO
THIS SCENE DRIVES ME INSAAAANE THOUGH- it's where Mind's barrier between what he's saying out loud vs what he's saying in his head starts getting noticeably blurrier and @shineyfish wrote it SO WELL.
Sorry if the sign language isn't accurate- I tried to use references and make sure I got the positions right, if someone wants to give pointers lmk! :D
WHATS UP. SORRY THIS COMIC IS 15 IMAGES LONG LMAO I HAVEN'T USED THE NEW POST EDITOR YET SO THIS IS FORMATTED BADLY. Here's a scene from the hlvraifm au! It takes place not long after the scene where Mind was mean to Gordon about breaking his knee GFDHFDKSJ
THE BASIC CONTEXT HERE IS: Gordon shot at the skeleton that only He Can See, and Mind was already at his breaking point because his withdrawals were setting him off- so nausea with the sudden rage and screaming meant he got sick. He and Gordon have a talk! It doesn't go well(at first)!
If you want to see this conversation resolve itself, the rest is written by me and @shineyfish under the cut! Just read the warnings lol
WARNING: THE REST OF THIS SCENE CONTAINS SOMEONE TAKING DRUGS. IT IS CONTROLLED BUT STILL UNADVISED! It should be obvious but we do NOT condone it LMAO
"Just- just forget about it."
"No, I-! I-I want to know- I want to help-" Gordon said, scooting closer. "And- and you're sick, too- is that what you're mad at me for? That I- that I didn't notice? I-I don't know what even caused it you and I are the only ones who haven't drank the fucking...gross sewage water- but we can- man, I-I'm sure we can take another rest day if we need- or- or I could try to carry you? Dr. Coomer probably could, too-"
Mind was shaking, shuffling backward a little. His eyes were wide as he stared at Gordon, expression filled with fear.
"I'm, I'm good! Get the- back away, please. I need space."
If he wasn't paralyzed with fear he would run. He would run so far from this place, aliens be damned. He needed to get out of here alive. He needed to get out.
When he said he wanted more answers about him, he didn't mean like this. This just gave him more questions, and made his teeth hurt.
"I'm just in pain. A lot of fuckin' pain. I can keep going."
Gordon backed up, looking down guiltily.
"Shit- sorry," he muttered. "...I... I-I dunno if you're...if you've got like, a fever- or how I'd check right now- but-"
He paused and furrowed his brows.
"...no...no your suit would treat you for that. Your suit would give you medicine if you got a virus or something- so you're..."
He blinked, tilting his head the other way now, looking at Mind again.
"...The fucks going on with you, man?"
Mind’s breath hitched. Shit.
"What are you, a fuckin' cop? Get off my ass about it, I don't need to tell you anything."
He wheezed again, raising his hand to his mouth. God, he felt horrible. Everything ached. He needed something. Pills, morphine, god he will take getting into a fight with someone just for the adrenaline at this point.
"God I hate this."
Gordon stared at him, worry in his expression before his brows furrowed, and he huffed out his nose, pursing his lips.
He looked away and opened his mouth to speak, failing a few times in a row, as if he were trying to say something more calm and nice, before looking right back at Mind, lips drawn back in a snarl.
"You DO need to tell me!" He snapped. "So I can fucking HELP you! You just THREW UP and you expect me not to fucking do anything!?"
He made an angry, and pained noise, turning his hands towards the ground so they could push him up onto his feet- which made him hiss in pain, but he stood, staring down at Mind with gritted teeth.
"You're fucking hiding shit and it's setting us back! If you- if you can't trust me how the fuck am I supposed to trust you!?"
That made Mind shut the fuck up. Very suddenly he was Listening Intently, shoulders raised and curling in on himself.
He felt sick again. How his stupid body could even do that to him after already throwing up was a wonder and a curse.
His voice was very quiet when he answered.
"You wanna fuckin know so badly? Fine. I need Oxy, I haven't had pills in days and was banking on the stash I had here, but someone must have fuckin' snitched, cause I couldn't find shit in my locker. Everything hurts and aches, I feel sick and gross and I have had a killer fuckin headache since the stupid rescas even happened."
He growled at Gordon slightly, defensive.
"I wasn't gonna bring shit up because it doesn't matter. I've dealt with withdrawals before, I'm not useless. I know what I'm doing."
Gordon flinched, and blinked at him.
"...Ohhh. Oh shit-" He said, looking to the ground. "...Ohhh fuck that's- not good! Okay- well, thanks for telling me-" He paused. "...Your suit has morphine, y'know."
Mind's expression withered.
"I am... I am very aware. I'm apparently not in enough pain for it to give me it."
God, he was not having a good time here.
"...Uh," Gordon played with his hands. "...I...look, I-I've never really- gotten the time to look at the blueprints for the HEV suit other than the uh. medical module- mostly so I could uh- know what the fuck it was doing- I...I can see if I can...trick yours into giving you a little? If it'll help?"
Mind yawned again, but his eyes went wide.
"I don't know if I fully trust you to do that."
He weighed his options though, and man he really needed something.
"... Sure."
"...Alright, cool, uh-"
Gordon moved to scoot closer, before pausing.
"...Do you still need space, or?"
Mind didn't answer, instead just moving closer to Gordon himself. Being in the same position was starting to kill his muscles.
Gordon sat there, still playing with his hands.
"...Uh, y-you need to turn around."
He did so without complaint!... Towards Gordon. He was hissing practically the entire time about his joints.
Gordon let out a small, good-natured chuckle.
"Thanks," he said, before tilting his head at the module. Four screws...
Ideally, he really, really would've liked a screwdriver right now. But he didn't have one.
...He did have a combat knife he found off of a soldier, though-!
Twirling it in his hand a few times, he looked at the screws, lined up the tip of it, and made a noise of triumph when it fit! He didn't fucking expect that! Oh my god- why did it-? Nevermind. Didn't matter, he got right to work unscrewing the cover.
"What is that noise for, what did you do-"
Mind was so incredibly uncomfortable with the position he was in. He did not like having potential enemies out of his line of sight, but he couldn't complain about shit or he wasn't getting that sweet sweet relief.
"Nothing- nothing I just- didn't expect the-" Oh, don't tell Mind you had a knife against his back. "Don't worry about it, we're making progress."
He took off the cover, and if Mind could see him, his eyes would light up a little at the sight. He stuck his tongue out as he focused, trying to be quick for the guy but genuinely fascinated by the machinery. Black Mesa sucked, but the soldiering of the wires was amazing.
After a few moments, he found a small screen, and an even smaller keypad- annoyingly small. He made a noise of frustration as he decided to use the tip of the knife instead of pressing them with his gloved, giant fingers.
"Shit...The manual override is locked with a passcode," he muttered. "Uh...Hmm. Okay, gimme a sec, I'm going hackermode."
Mind snorted, trying to keep himself from shaking too much.
"What the fuck do you mean by that-"
"It means I'm trying to crack the damn passcode. Sorry, this might take a WHILE, it- wait what."
He paused, before letting out a long, long sigh.
"Was the passcode SERIOUSLY 1234?"
Mind Cackled.
"THERE IS NO WAY THAT IS THE PASSCODE. YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME."
He was in so much pain. And the number holding him back from pain relief was the easiest to guess thing in the world.
"That doesn't even surprise me! Knowing this place, it's probably the code to other things too."
"Let's- lets use that code for everything, now. Fuck it!" Gordon laughed, a grin on his face.
There was a few rounds of beeping, before he let out a sigh.
"...Okay, uh- th-the suit uh, has the automatic amount to um- it's automatically a decently high dosage for uh, your weight, I think? It should be the same amount I was given, but uh, I-I'm worried about...it messing with you too much. Are you sure you'll be alright? I can lower the dosage,"
The expression Mind made at the thought of lowering the dosage was something to behold. It took everything in him to be casual about this.
"I can handle it. I don't think this thing accounts for muscle and joint pain, and if it does the threshold is incredibly fuckin high."
"...Okay, man, but uh- let me know if you need me to- I-I dunno. Lemme know if we need to stop for the day cause you feel too fucked up, okay...?" He said. "...Are you ready?"
"Gordon. Please just give me it."
Mind sounded a little out of it.
Gordon stared at him for a moment.
"...alright man."
He pressed the confirm button, and watched Mind carefully, making sure he had no adverse reactions.
Mind let out a shaky breath, honest to god about to cry over this. Finally.
It took a minute for the morphine to kick in, but the second that he could feel it he visibly relaxed, pupils dilated. It wasn't as high as his normal dosage for shit like this, but it was close enough to get rid of the pain, and for that alone he was thankful. If he can get through a bit more of Black Mesa without feeling dizzy or sick, he'd be golden.
"Thank you."
Gordon felt himself swallow and looked at the ground.
"...Right, yeah, of course-" He said. "...Sorry it took me so long to notice you were going through it, man."
He started to put the cover back on, screwing everything back into place.
" 's fine, wasn't exactly jumping to tell you 'bout it."
Mind seemed... Chiller, honestly. A little disconcerting from his previous demeanor but that's drugs for you.
He was tapping against the ground now, mostly just to do something with his hands.
"...I can get why. I-I'm a little worried, but I'm not going to judge you, or anything."
He let out a sigh once the panel was back on, tight as he could get it, and he rubbed at his face.
"...Are you still mad at me?"
Mind stretched a little, shoulders popping.
"Nnnope. It's just a clip anyway, we'll probably find like... A million more from the military around here."
"Wh- really?? Just like that??" Gordon blinked a few times, tilting his head. Mind turned to face him, a little confused.
"Yeah? Told you, man, 's just the clip I was pissed off about."
"...Okay, that's...alright." He let out a sigh, before struggling to get up again. He grimaced, still not liking walking on that knee. He took a moment to adjust, before stiffening, staring at something behind Mind, who looked over as well, seeing nothing.
After a few moments, Gordon shook his head and whispered something to himself, something about not questioning your own insanity.
"Let's try to catch up!" He said, eyeing the pipes the others had walked on, and climbing on.
Mind stood up, shaking his hands out a bit as he did.
He looked at the pipes with a grimace.
"Y' sure you can climb that with your fucked up leg? Don't think the HEV suit can protect you if you fall into the radiation pit."
“I’ll just take it slow,” Gordon huffed. ”Fuck it, right? We’re both drugged up enough, we can figure it out.”
incredibly underrated moment in hlvrai is where gordon admits hes never seen Gatorade before and “never thought he would in his life” and proceeded to take a sip only to black out for a moment from the ecstacy of it
This is a funny medical joke actually because considering he’s anemic, the electrolytes should be doing the opposite of making him faint. Which adds a lot to this
I've gone through the entire hlvraifm tag and also hit my post limit for today, so like. I have more questions.
Does Mind ever have to deal with the knowledge that he's completely cut off from his original universe? How does he feel about that?
What does Mind think of Forzen lmao
Do the science team minus Gordon have any particularly prominent opinions about Mind?
if Gordon ever heard about Mind's original thought that he was some sort of replacement cover up, what would he think?
Do they have a "Pirate Episode" 👉👈
RUBS MY HANDS TOGETHER. HOKAY.
Does Mind ever have to deal with the knowledge that he's completely cut off from his original universe? How does he feel about that?
@shineyfish's answer:
Ough. I don't think the reality of the situation really sets in until later acts at least for Mind, but I have been thinking about him being Cut Off for days now and not had the words to describe it. I think it'll hit first in like. Superficial ways for him. Just a realization that damn. He doesn't have his knife collection anymore. that slowly leads into oh dear god I can never go back. It'll be VERY fun to work out the kinks of this when we can >:3
What does Mind think of Forzen lmao
@shineyfish's answer:
GOD. FORZEN. I don't think mind would like forzen once they all meet him I'm so sorry forzen fans. He's too similar to Benrey for him (honestly I think just talking like him would be enough to set him off at this point) + the whole Boot Boy Thing. At least Gordon's also kinda "KILL" about him too so at least mind is not alone <3
My answer:
WE ARE SO CLOSE TO GETTING TO WHEN FORZEN FIRST SHOWS UP. IM SO EXCITED HES GONNA FUCKING HATE THIS GUY
Do the science team minus Gordon have any particularly prominent opinions about Mind?
My answer:
OUGH GOOD QUESTION. For now I'll just answer what their opinions prolly are by the end of it.
Dr. Coomer sees him as an angrier, smaller Gordon- but throughout the plot, his AI can read that Mind is supposed to be the player character...but he also learns he's not. So he doesn't target him very much but his AI is still fucky around him.
Bubby respects Mind, for the most part. He likes that he stands his ground and uses his brain- he sees a lot of his younger self in the lad. However, he is absolutely still mean to him.
Tommy likes mean people, but thinks Mind can be a bit much sometimes- though that's just how it is when you're friends with people like that. He likes being around the guy for the most part, and is glad that he's there for Gordon. He likes to screw with him sometimes(the whole science team does, he's almost as easy of a target as Gordon).
Benrey thinks Mind is an asshole and its really funny. He likes to screw with him but he also thinks his reactions aren't as funny as Gordons, and he doesn't like how much he rushes to just shooting him. Build up the bit more, man. C'mon.
if Gordon ever heard about Mind's original thought that he was some sort of replacement cover up, what would he think?
My answer:
He's only heard a few hints on the situation so far in the RP, but honestly, if Mind came clean about it- Gordon would ignore it to focus on What Do You Mean You're Also Gordon Freeman. If they figured that out, Gordon would NOT fucking blame him for coming to that conclusion LMAO. Like I think he'd straight up say "Ok yeah dude I'd think that too. What the fuck."
Do they have a "Pirate Episode" 👉👈
@shineyfish's answer:
AVAST, TH' PIRATE EPISODE BE INBOUND. I CANNAE WAIT FOR TH' PIRATE EPISODE.
My answer:
I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED TO RP THIS. IT'S COMING UP THIS ACT IT'S GONNA BE SO FUCKING FUNNY I NEED IT SO BAD. Gordon might try to join him but be really bad at it
What role does Tommy have in this? I really like Headfirst for Halos, and if you're saying it's like that than, eee!!
YEAH TOMMY HAS BASICALLY THE SAME ROLE AS HE DOES IN BOTH HLVRAI AND HEADFIRST, However, bc Mind is much more of a solid grounding source for Gordon, his care for him post-ambush goes from "I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING AND IM SCARED AND AWKWARD" to "Okay well Mind is slightly better than me I just have to help where I can which is cool". He's also the first person Mind trusts(enough) to take care of Gordon when he gets too exhausted for it- AND he's the one who points out Mind is missing an eye in the first place (which Gordon was too out of it to notice).
Post-plot, he's pretty similar to how he was in Headfirst, though Mind is ALSO there trying to make sure Gordon is surviving and alive LMAO. But Tommy is sorta like. The only one Mind tolerates, too. Tommy and Mind are both so so so bad at taking care of a friend with REALLY BAD MENTAL HEALTH, but their tactics tend to be different enough that they fill in a decent amount of gaps(Mind tackles things head-on, meanwhile, Tommy is way more patient and easier to open up to).
Tommy is also like...an excellent source of helping both of them at first, because Mind needs eye surgery not long after the rescas and Gordon is Gordon. so Tommy is like. the guy who helps get prescriptions and groceries for them
Not really an answer to your question but I wanna say that Mind like. Is in agony post-plot when shit starts turning into a "love-triangle" with gordon benrey and tommy LMAO. his head is in his hands as he goes "dude please just kiss tommy please do it holy shit im so tired of watching you fumble around him"
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