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@supreme-soviet

Misha is a sleeping giant of a man. He offers little in way of speech to those who have not earned his friendship and loyalty. To those who have, he is a friendly and boisterous ally that can be counted on whenever the going gets tough. Those he considers close enough of a friend to show his gentler side to are few and far between, leaving many put off by his stalwart and oftentimes rough exterior. His friendship should not be mistaken for signs that he is a 'big teddybear', but rather that he is a 'bear that has decided not to maul you for the time being'. (tracking the tag supreme soviet)

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gunslingin-mechanic

Robert yanked out more of the ball and laughed, "You better! An' then I'm gonna hafta whoop you fer breakin' them doors."

The last of the ball was extracted from the cable and Robert sighed with relief. He was about to jump into the cart to get it started back up when the metal made a very loud whining noise.

Robert didn't like this sound. He tried to scale the side of the shaft but to no avail. The sound increased and suddenly the previously jammed cable snapped loose of the cart. The Engineer ducked down to avoid being smacked by the waving cable. "DAMN IT DAMN IT." He slipped into the open hatch, hitting the elevator cart floor with a painful thud.

"Fuck!"

"Heavy would like to see tiny man try!" He sounded a might too eager to scrap with his smaller teammate. The very thought had him grinning and absently cracking his knuckles beneath his thumbs.

But, that mirth soon left him when he heard a series of strange noises and the Engineer shouting. And then the little man took a big tumble. Even he had to cringe at the sound of his impact.

"Engineer?" He asked, cautiously stepping forward and kneeling down. He knew better than to duck in there with him. Between their combined weight, he didn't know if he could trust the broken lift to hold. The best he could do was set an arm on the door to ensure it stayed open and reach out towards his fallen teammate. "Come! Is time to get out, now!"

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((You want to see what pure joy looks like? Bring a DVD of Frozen to your pre-k class and tell them they're gonna watch it.))

#ooc #this has been my day

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The crank made a pained, mechanical noise as it fought to keep the door open. Robert cringed.

"I dunno. Ya got somewhere ta be?" He pulled pliers from his toobox and began working on pulling the shredded remains of the ball from the cables. Grabbing onto the cables themselves would prove very painful as they were incredibly sharp, so Robert had to be careful in holding on with his gloved hand.

Everytime he jerked at the shreds the elevator car rocked, making Robert nervous.

"When I'm done with this you better help me find that Scout so I can beat his narr'r ass."

"Нет." He replied, watching the elevator shift and jerk every now and then with mild worry. Misha wasn't usually concerned over his teammates anymore, not after Medic did what he'd done, but he still couldn't help but be slightly concerned that Robert might get hurt.

Hearing his next comment eased a bit of the tension out of his shoulders. Engineer was alright, or so it seemed. Chuckling under his breath, he approached the shaft again to try and peer up through the hole at his teammate.

"Heavy will think of leaving some of Scout for Engineer to squash like bug. Heavy still has to break his face for this."

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irritablereddemo said: //doesn’t sound like fems at all

((Which is why I said radfems. There's a huge difference between feminists and radical feminists. Feminists make sense, the radfems tend to spout stuff like that and make the former look bad.

Mind, there's nothing wrong with being either, and this is all my personal opinion. If you or anyone identifies as a feminist, all the more power to you, as there is still a definite need for feminism in many parts of the world.))

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gunslingin-mechanic

"I know they elevate I meant where. Which lift? Just…show me." He went and grabbed his tool box, returning to the Heavy with his tool box.

"Is good idea." Misha nodded sternly and rolled out his neck until it cracked…

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Robert huffed. Heavy was as useful as he was destructive, which was to say he was a lot of both.

From his toolbox he produced a jack that could be used to crank the doors open temporarily. He extended and hopped inside, “Y’can let it close. I’ll holler up when I need ya ta open it back up.”

He stood on top of the elevator, worming open the mantience hatch to the cart. “Just turn the crank on the jack to close it so the force don’t break it.”

As soon as the crank was in place and Robert said he could stop, Heavy let go of the metal door with a relieved noise. It swung back on its hinge hard, slamming against the crank with a loud clang.

"Heavy will just leave door open." He called back up and stepped back from the elevator. Folding his thick arms over his chest, he turned and leaned heavily against the wall.

"Will this be taking long?"

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((e-e I just found out I have radfems in this school.

Apparently, they're trying to ban the term sportsmanship because it isn't inclusive enough to female students, and they want to stop students from cheering when they score points in a game because the girls don't often win.))

#ooc #It's not like the words human and woman have the word man in it or nothing

gunslingin-mechanic

"I know they elevate I meant where. Which lift? Just…show me." He went and grabbed his tool box, returning to the Heavy with his tool box.

"Is good idea." Misha nodded sternly and rolled out his neck until it cracked while he waited for the Engineer. Once the shorter man joined him, he turned to leave the room and lead the way to the broken elevator. "… Might have to order new doors."

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Robert gave the door a slack jawed stare. He some times forgot how strong the Russian was.

The Engineer rubbed the back of his neck, “Gonna hafta give Miss Pauling a call.” He shook his head, “Show me what Scout broke.”

In the door's defense, it hadn't exactly been built sturdy enough to handle a massive russian with an axe to grind and an immense dislike of being stuck in tiny, enclosed spaces. Heavy grunted at the door as he approached it and set both his hands on one of the bent and battered bits of metal. Grasping it firmly, Misha pulled it back just enough to show off what he'd found.

With the elevator stuck between floors, there was just enough room to see that something was indeed jammed in the pulley system. Something that looked suspiciously like a shredded baseball.

"See? Is broke." Gritting his teeth, he shifted his grip on the metal and continued to strain against it, lest it pop back and harm Robert.

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((I need to stahp falling in love with the big tanks of games I play...

The Iron Bull had his romance scene leaked last night and I just can't...

Have to make him a rp blog now.))

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It was earlier in the day when the doctor met the Heavy. He was still sleep deprived, though the extra cups of coffee had certainly helped.

"Hey, I’m actually heading home right now. A nurse will be right with you if you need anything." It seemed to go completely by him that this man was from the industries.

While he waited to be seen, the Heavy grumbled and muttered unpleasantly under his breath. He was irritated at having to sit around and wait to be seen, but this was a far cry better than having to deal with Medics. They tended to be... far too liberal with a scalpel when he was around.

"No. Tiny baby man should see Heavy now." Already, the man was far too irritated to be rational. His ear was throbbing in his skull, and he'd came to see a medical professional, not some nurse with far less training and experience. Resting both hands on the tiny armrests of his tiny chair, he shoved himself up to his feet to confront the man rather than letting him leave. He didn't particularly care that the doctor's shift might be over and he might be tired and in a rush to get home. As far as Misha was concerned, his wants trumped anyone else's.

"Heavy has been here for full hour now. Either you see Heavy, or things will be broken."

((I still can't believe that I have to explain to children that 'peanut butter' isn't a bad word.

I know they're children, but come on. Peanut. Butter. They'll all be going 'Peanut butter puppy' or 'Peanut butter Pasta', but god forbid one of them goes 'Peanut butter Alex' or 'Peanut butter Bob'.))

#ooc #you'd think after me explaining to them for an hour a week they'd get it

gunslingin-mechanic

"I know they elevate I meant where. Which lift? Just...show me." He went and grabbed his tool box, returning to the Heavy with his tool box.

"Is good idea." Misha nodded sternly and rolled out his neck until it cracked while he waited for the Engineer. Once the shorter man joined him, he turned to leave the room and lead the way to the broken elevator. "... Might have to order new doors."

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#Ooc #Tried to answer things tonight but my brain ain'tt working #so I got replies sitting in my drafts for tomorrow #see y'all on the flipside

gunslingin-mechanic

Robert grimaced, "Dangit, Scout. An' dangit you, too! Whatcha go n' break tha door fer? An' what lift?" He wiped his hands off before turning the sentry back into it's portable version.

"Is... elevating?" Was that what it was called in English? If that wasn't what an elevator was called, Heavy figured it was close enough. "Heavy wished to take elevating from garage. Doors did not open."

He shrugged, as if the fact that the doors were shut was a good enough reason for punching them until they broke.

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If tiny baby wizard casts one more stupid baby spell, Heavy will take his big fists and break you.

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"But…Merasmus is taller than you!” He tried to protest.

Still, the magic fizzled out of his hands. Heavies were scary.

"When Heavy,"

"Calls tiny wizard tiny baby man,"

"Tiny baby wizard should realize that he is tiny baby man. End of story."

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Are you OC friendly? I'm well developed and have 5ish years of rp experience ;u;

((You better believe I am. >:C OCs are awesome, and I have more than a few of my own.

I've played OCs for most of my roleplaying career, tbh.))

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supreme-soviet started following you

Ah wonderful…

Respawn’s signal was good at the moment, and the battle had just ended. But that didn’t mean the scout felt like getting his face punched inside out just because he accidentally pissed the big guy off by saying the wrong thing or making a move too suddenly.

He had only wanted to walk past him so he could go back to his base.

Fucking great… well, let’s just be ready in case he feels like having a living punching bag…

"Ehehe, good match, man," he only said, deciding to at least be civil about it.

As much fun as he had tearing the tiny baby men apart, Misha still wasn't content. The battle was over far too soon for his tastes. If he'd had his way, he would have done away entirely with the briefcases- or, at least, gotten his mitts on theirs and camped somewhere entirely unfair for him to be. Like infront of their main spawn.

Unfortunately, it just wasn't meant to be. And now that everyone was going back to their respective bases, he wasn't even supposed to shoot them at all.

"It was too short. Heavy did not spend enough time breaking tiny baby legs." He commented, glowering down at Scout as he continued plodding towards the gate.

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Misha grumbled unhappily as he approached the Engineer. As much as he enjoyed spending his evenings alone with a good book, sometimes, he had to impose his company on others. And that was just what he did.

Stepping up behind the Engineer, he loomed silently over the short man and waited to be noticed.

gunslingin-mechanic

Robert felt the presence almost instantly as it came upon him, but he chose to work on what he was doing until he reached a good stopping point. The freshly built sentry before him was receiving a tune up for a match later on.

He turned around and smiled, “Well howdy, Heavy. What can I do fer ya?”

Misha remained silent behind Engineer, observing what he did with an air of interest. Even if he wasn't as mechanically inclined as his diminutive teammate, he knew enough to appreciate what he was doing, and how annoying it could be when someone decided to start blabbing while he was working.

"Lift is broken. Tiny man has lodged tiny baseball in gears. Again... Door is broken, too. This, Heavy has done. You will fix, да?"

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