#aeiiope

[redheav]

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oh lord she’s going

[fraulinekritzkrieg]

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[isetheby]

@aeiiope:

The events prior to their little ‘meeting’ were a blur to the woman, truth be told. The details lost to the fog of pain created by the afflictions marring her flesh. A useless, dislocated arm. The ripped laceration held together only by a gloved hand already drenched with blood. What felt like her knee being shattered into pieces. The other usual scratches, cuts, and young bruises.

The norm for their profession for sure, but it didn’t stop the agonizing ache.

And it doesn’t stop her from shoving herself away from the man as he had approached; Using the better of the two legs to push herself back as arm is cradled closer to her chest. Through blurred vision, friend and foe appeared the same. Regardless, when so vulnerable, it’s best to treat both the same. Least opportunity is taken advantage of. The difference being a quick bullet to the head, or left to bleed with new injury.

Better to stand one’s ground than to beg for aid that might never come. Pride dictated as such.

She prickles hearing his command. Brows knitting together as eyes narrow up at the giant. A snarl twisting her visage. She’s wounded, but no less lacking in spirit.

“ Calm down- Calm down-?! Yeah! Sure! Okay!!” She’s quick to spit; Venom on her tongue though voice is hoarse near beyond recognition. Slower even. “Calm down! Like I’m not this close to losin’ my fucking arm and who knows what else fucking God knows where! But calm down right?”

Frustration already mounting, he does his best not to snarl at the girl’s babbling. Honestly he should just leave her; the red in her jacket stood out sharply in the night against the blue of his own shirt, on any other day a good enough reason to shoot. But even putting aside the fact they were out of re-spawn range (which normally wouldn’t have deterred him much), he’d just witnessed something bizarre that must indicate at some sort of outstanding circumstance.

The sight of a RED Spy fighting another RED wasn’t too strange. Disguises existed after all, though he’d had no indication their Spy had left the base. The longer he’d watched through his scope, the more he realized something was clearly unusual. Both were taking blows, but neither was changing. This, and he didn’t recognize one of the figures. In the end it was that one that won, collapsing into a somewhat upright position moments behind their opponent.

He proceeded with caution. Kicking away any visible weapons out of reach, he suppresses the petty urge to take another grab at her uninjured shoulder in retaliation.

“Dislocated, not gonna lose it,” he growls, digging through his pack instead. “Calm down or I knock you out.” Producing a clearly labeled first aid kit, he waved it with deliberation, scowling. Whoever she was, it was worth investigating and death was usually a damper on that.

[worstaid]

"art" only if you want to tho!!!!

Put the word “art” in my askbox and I’ll try to draw your character in MS Paint | Accepting

[psyccheout]

 *  / @aeiiope.  |  sc.

            ‘  you  know  ,  you  could  learn  a  thing  or  two  from  me  !  maybe  one  day  you’ll  become  good  as  me.  ‘

[tcxastough]

@aeiiope continued from here.

      “Girl you’ve got no idea.” The store clerk accepted the money and handed over the chocolate bar and case of bottled water over to the women, and, carrying the case under her arm, she walked out with her younger co-worker.

      “Our demo went on a drunken rampage last week, more than usual, I mean, n’ nearly blew th’ whole base apart ‘cus his pet rabbit went missin’. Before that, we had a food poisonin’ problem, a possum infestation, our spy got genital herpes-- I only know this ‘cus our medic blabbed it t’ everybody, n’ there was a water pipe leak I had t’ buy parts t’ fix ‘cus administration would never git back t’ me on shippin’ new ones.” 

       She let out a sigh, then chuckled, “Y’know, same old, same old. How ‘bout you? Where y’all werkin’ nowadays? Or is that confidential?”

[kritzhaus]

@aeiiope liked for a Starter!

“You know--I was always a fast runner.” The doctor pulled the conversation out of the air from nothing, idly picking at his ungloved hands. “Ever since I was little, but I will never be as fast as I was when I was a teenager.”

He sighed wistfully, putting his pinkie finger between his teeth in an attempt to chew out some of the grime underneath his nails. As he did, he spared the scout a glance--if only to check that she was listening to him ramble.

Removing his hand, he added, “I often wonder if I could beat your class in a race, but I think I’m better with bicycles these days.”

[cynthplop]

Bet you thought you’d seen the last of her B)

A lil gift for @aeiiope because I missed ya! And Jean!! Also because why not you deserve it lol