#determinedfemscout

[thebluincubus]

"H-hey. You know sneaking up on girls isn't nice!"

Amusement swirled behind dark sienna eyes as they took in the pretty petite scout before him. His gaze taking a slow luxurious path up her body before settling on her sweet face with a small smirk twitching on his lips. "Pardonne-moi, ma chère. I didn't mean to startle jeou." Claude purred in a velvet wrapped tone. His taller height practically looming over the doux lapin as he watched her with growing interest. There was something about cute petite scouts that made the demon within begin to stir with all the sinful prospects. "Je suis Claude, and jeou are chéri?" Introducing himself with an offered out bare hand for her to take.

[crossbowblu]

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

John will never admit this topic to anyone (well okay Clovis is an obvious exception) but being a clone is absolutely horrible. If it's not as if the genetic makeup malfunctioning in their Frankenstein splicing. Or being literal company property wasn't enough- His memories (or are they HIS?) won't ever cease to be a jumbled mess. So it's easy to forget certain details. They are foggy half the time combined. But when those rare moments of absolute clarity come around months later? Those bastards have a habit of punching the oversized combat medic right into his guts. As if he just suffered a loss in that moment instead of decades ago. Literally the only reason John had paused into a dead stop after the battle had ended. Sure his abdominal wounds are oozing through his hand, like all get out and hurt like a son of a bitch, but never enough to even think of "allowing" such a ridiculous emotion.

So imagine how humiliated and riled up the large man grew at being caught with his face being streaked and soaked. For once, and unfortunately not, from sweat. A scout no less. That only just heightened his frayed emotions into pulling a wild eyed out growl from his throat. If roadhog found out about this that unholy abomination of a man would just make his life 10 times harder. And he is already going in overtime on John to make every work day a nightmare.

"You. Saw. Nothing ."

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[crossbowblu]

Send Me 🤏 And I Will Compare Our Muse's Heights!

6'3

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[redgentleengie]

send me   “ teach me! “   for my muse to teach yours to do something mine loves.  ( could be skill, activity, etc. ) @determinedfemscout

meme

"Alright, class, let's get started," the Engineer said with a grin.

"So! You wanna be a cop, hm? A noble profession. Seri'sly. As mercenaries, we tend t' operate against th' law, but without law enforcement, there wouldn't be a society that needs our services. So genuinely, thank you f'r wantin' t' help keep some semblance of order."

Few would be surprised that Jonathan was a man who preferred order to chaos; the Engineer career lent itself to that personality.

"Now! On to how y' get there. My folks are teachers, so I confirmed with them on requirem'nts 'n' the like. Whatcha want t' do is take th' General Educational Development test, or GED f'r short. There's a lotttttt of people in this big, beautiful country that nev'r finished high school. The GED shows employers that despite that, y'know yer stuff enough f'r their needs. "

"So. I've obtained some study materials f'r the test. We'll study, you'll take the GED test, get yer certification, and you'll be ready t' take on th' world. Still trackin' with me?" It occurred to Jonathan he might have thrown a lot of info at the Scout. Watch your excitement there, Johnny boy, he thought.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

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Angel squints critically. Arms full of broken motor bike bits and ends. Oh no a woman. Not that he was sexist , just never had ANY good experience with them.

"Please tell me you are a normal woman and not some werewolf dead set on traumatizing me every day."

[crossbowblu]

"This isn't fair to me... I need food!"

"......."

The scout has no idea what the heck is going on then slowly looks down at the charred remains of what is supposed to be dinner. Aww man.

"Ya ain't wrong....but it looks like I'm going to go hungry too. Unless someone orders takeout again."

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

[ 19. ] after severely wounding sender, receiver approaches them

Blood danced on his tongue as it dripped from not only his nose but made in his mouth as well. It mixed with his drool and got absorbed by his mask making a huge red circle on the fabric for anyone to see as he slowly got up from the dusty ground.

The world was dizzy and he immediately clutched his head before hissing in pain from where he touched it. His vision was fuzzy and his bionic eye was scanning for his surroundings before alerting him of an incoming RED approaching him. His free hand trying to reach for his weapon that was far away from his grasp.

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

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The sharp knocking to his office door startled the private investigator awake from his slumber. In an instance he had his gun pointed at the door before he relaxed. His pounding heart matched the beat of the pounding knocks right across his office. He managed to catch a glimpse of the time on his table before hiding the gun in his drawer, smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt, fix up his hair, and put on a pair of green sunglasses to hide his eyes before making his way towards the door.

"Yes...?" Through the colored lens, it was a young woman and his partial burned eyebrow rose up slowly. "Madam, to what brings you here so early from my office hours?"