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[batterupbostonian]

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Teddy knew he had reached a new level of boredom when he resorted to weapon maintenance in his off hours. Normally he’d do a quick cursory check on his guns before a match, but nothing so hands-on as taking the whole thing apart. This was mostly because he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust himself to know how to put the gun back together again, which was something the other guys would most definitely tease him about if he had to ask for help. But Teddy figured since they had a few days of ceasefire, now would be the perfect time to try his hand at it. If he couldn’t figure it out by the time the fighting started up again, well, he always had his bat.

He started with his pistol, the pieces and how they fit together fresh in his mind from watching the engineer clean his the other day when Teddy was helping him around his workshop. He took each part, wiped them down, and fitted them back together with little difficulty, only pinching his finger once or twice between the pieces. He ran off to the firing range to make sure it still fired correctly, and was delighted to find that it did. When he returned to the workbench where he had set himself up, the Heavy had arrived sometime during his absence. He greeted the man before fetching his shotgun and setting to work on that.

This time, his work didn’t go as smoothly. Teddy tried to pay attention to each piece, where it came from and how it fit, as he took it apart, but somewhere along the process the wires in his brain were crossed and now he was stumped. He had been staring at the pieces for what felt like an eternity when he remembered that he had seen Misha use a shotgun once or twice before. Maybe he would know how to fix all this! Plus he was pretty easygoing, he might not even get made fun of.

Teddy leapt from his stool over to where the other man resided, his grin wide with the comfort that Misha may actually help him without belittlement. Or, at least without belittlement in English. “Hey, Big Guy, can you-” He paused his question when he noticed the intense look of concentration on Misha’s face as he looked over his minigun. Teddy wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but he didn’t want to interrupt. So he backed off a bit, rocking on his heels as he waited for a break in the man’s concentration.

Eventually, Teddy stared to get bored with waiting, his eyes darting rapidly around the room to find something to hold his attention. He was afraid that if he walked away, Misha might get focused on something else before he could get back over to him, and then he’d have to wait even longer. 

His eyes eventually fell onto one of the bullets for the minigun that sat off to the side of the table. It was an awful funny looking thing compared to his shotgun rounds, and even his pistol rounds too. He was pretty sure it was a 5mm round, but he wasn’t 100% on it, there were so many types of bullets after all. This one was so long and thin, how could one of those not be torn to shreds in such a big gun? Teddy reached a curious hand out to it, his fingers mere centimeters away before a large fist practically enveloped his hand. His eyes met the Heavy’s and for a moment he was sure he would be getting an up-close demonstration of that bullet in action. 

“Uh, hey. Sorry, your bullets just look funny compared to mine.” He let out a nervous laugh, eyes darting off to the side for a moment. “Can, uh, you lend me a hand for a sec? Also, maybe give me my hand in general?” He asked carefully, looking down to where his was held.

[grimmmedic]

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Mikhail was glad that the Medic didn’t seem too shocked or put off by the accident. He needed the health boost.

He was quiet for a moment, before a small smile tugged at the corners of his face, deep laughter rumbling up in his chest. “Hah! No, I suppose this is not what you meant.” He laughed. “Still, Apologies, Doctor. It was not meant to hit you.”

Aldrich took another large bite of sandvich, personally quite surprised by how good it was. He knew it was simply bread, meat, cheese, and some lettuce stacked together with yet more bread. But for a hungry ARC Medic that had not had lunch yet and was bordering on ‘definitely hangry’, it was the best thing he had eaten all day.

“I am not a doctor.” He murmured around a mouthful of food. “I learned first aid during the war, but it was my brother who went to medical school.” The Medic took another bite, chewing thoughtfully before shrugging. “No harm done.”

[thoseblusox]

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The Scout wiped sweat from her eye with her inner arm, still keeping firm pressure on the wound as she lent upward onto her knees to try and get more purchase. This was too bad, he was loosing far too much blood for her to keep up with, frustration and gunfire blurring her mind.

With one hand firm on the wound she wrenched her backpack open, hauling out one of the old fashion med-packs with supplies, attempting to use her free hand to open it and remove one of the padded gauzes.

Another bullet hazed over her head, causing her to duck; The enemy Sniper had their position, but dragging the Heavy to another part of the grounds was next to impossible, so now she was working under threat of fire as well as loss of life.

“I’m sorry Hevs I’m sorry-- I’m tryin’, we need you on that final push.” 

[jacqueline-of-all-trades]

Jack Meets the Heavy

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Miss Pauling hadn’t told her where to go, which was understandable since she probably had a lot to keep track of. She’d seemed preoccupied the whole way here, even while giving Jack a basic rundown of all the men she would encounter, and had dropped Jack off with a short “Good luck.”

The massive base loomed before her, the night only slightly illuminated by the light of the moon and the few lights in various parts of the base.

She took a tentative step toward the entrance.

This is crazy, she thought. What the heck have I gotten myself into?

She shook herself off. “There’s no time for second-guessing now, Jack,” she said to herself. “Adapt and advance. Let’s do this.”

She straightened and tightened her grip on her bags, steeling herself. “Let’s do this,” she repeated.

Wary of all the sounds of the night, she checked over her shoulder constantly. It was hard to see anything more than twenty yards from that building, and she knew she couldn’t be too careful. She had no way of knowing what Miss Pauling hadn’t told her, and she didn’t want to find anything out the hard way.

She quickened her pace, still looking behind her.

This was a mistake, as she ran into something with a considerable amount of force.

Shocked and surprised, she dropped her bags as she fell to the ground.

She looked up to see what she’d run into.

Standing before her, over six feet tall, with arms the size of small boulders, was a giant. He stood tall and strong like an oak tree, and the light behind him caused a shadow to fall over his face, obscuring it from Jack’s view.

A million half-formed thoughts and questions shot through Jack’s panicked mind all at once, preventing her from thinking clearly.

The first reasonable step would have been to compare this man to the descriptions Miss Pauling had given her to see if he was one of her fellow mercenaries, but in her panic, any and all reason had gone out the window.

As had any and all thought of moving. Jack was wide-eyed and completely frozen, like a deer in headlights.

[fearfortheliving]

A woman of medicine. Years of twenty she spent in her role, applying her strength not only to her practice but to her personal self. Doctor Falkner had made a deeply carved name for herself in among the medical circles, one which bled when provoked. The prohibition era meant that serving an oath bent its head to all manner of persons, rich, poor, desperate and the entitled. Hospitals turned more into businesses, farming patients through its doors as fast as possible no matter how Doctor Falkner may have ached for change.

How she found herself in the situation of becoming personal physician to the criminal influencers of the city was down to her prowess, her ability to be firm yet respectful and her strength was un-matched to many other women of the era. She was sometimes called upon to incidents on the scene of the emergency, traveling with a satchel in hand and fully ready to commit to her standing as a surgeon and doctor.

With her pocket watch striking hands at three ante meridiem there was no surprise that she was still waiting within the passenger seat of the motorcar while the security outside of the social home was tightened, their Boss had called for an emergency and here she sat as requested from the pull of her regular hospital rounds.

Once the nod was granted the Doctor stepped free from the car with a few sweeping paces into the home, guided by two ranking members of the mob toward her destination.

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[fragmented-desire-archived]

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The buzz of the teleporter rang out, only just to fall on deaf ears. It had been left behind as the battle pressed onward into enemy territory. Softly, the mechanisms whirred before sparks began to emit from its base. Growing louder, the teleporter’s internal wiring became hot, the system malfunctioned, and it all ended up with a nice, crimson eruption of metal and fragmented pixels.

Erupting forth from the small explosion was a female figure, decorated in black and red cloth, chains and fishnet. Pointed ears and a strange, pulsating set of circuit-like markings along either shoulder blade hinted at the fact that this was clearly not anything human!

Recovering quickly from the pre-mature ejection, she dusted herself clean from the debris. Stopping, a sharp pain surged through the crystal-structure embedded on her forehead as it filled with an unpleasant static.

Even more so, the gunfire echoing over yonder in the sandy horizon did little to help.

[bostonslugger-blog]

(from here)

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“Maybe. Maybe. But coat keeps me warm like penguins feathers keep it warm.” He said with a shrug. “Looking silly is often price to pay to keep warm. In Siberia, you do not worry about what coat looks like. You are glad for coats warmth.”

Scout could barely contain his chuckles as Misha spoke, clasping his hand over his mouth at one point to maintain some sense of composure.

And it took moments longer after Misha had finished speaking for him to gather the sense to even speak.

“Yeah! Being warm is great!” Jeremy called out, mockingly, a grin blazed across his face. “But you don’t gotta look like a damm’d amphibious BIRD to do it!” He continued, almost erupting with laughter.

[featheredbabe-blog]

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Indeed, something was different.

Bridge had been hunted for a while in the States, and it had been terrifying when she had almost got caught and killed. After that, she decided it would be best to lay low for a while. So to avoid anymore trouble, she migrated to Russia, risking her weak heart in the process and she strained it with the hop over the ocean from Alaska to Russia.

Once she landed she began to head to the most remote areas she could find, hunting bears and other large animals. Currently she had found a pair of them and was nearby Heavy as she ripped them open and began to feed, going for the richest parts of the animals she could.