#doctorsauerkraut

[jecnsuax]

𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 //: @doctorsauerkraut​

❝  You  have  your  entire  life  to  be  a  moron  .  Why  not  take  today  off  ?  ❞

[rcveuse]

@doctorsauerkraut sent : ' Hostage ' // ' Hold my muse as a hostage '

" . . . This is bad . . . "

Snooping around in certain hostile places would definitely get her in trouble and might as well get herself killed in the process , and plus this is a mission assigned to her to investigate what the bloody hell the ' Group 935 ' is working on . Numerous strange activities has been reported since and a lone agent is sent to investigate this suspicious group by the British Government .

Now here she is , held captive by the doctor she believe to be the leading scientist for their experiment . She had seen enough of what the group had done and even those certain discussion she been able to eavesdrop from the others .

The next thing she might knew is that she will be killed for knowing for too much information . Calculated percentage for chances of getting murder by the hand of the man - who held her as hostage - are PROBABLY high . Convincing him might help a little to escape her death but she probably couldn't leave this place for don't know how long would it be .

[primis-richtofen]

( @doctorsauerkraut • I require your assistance to explain how pufferfish does sounds like ... )

"I do heard how he, um, moans but how do I do tzhe pufferfish? I don't think slapping would help.."

[darkaetheriisms]

@doctorsauerkraut

Sam looked at the man, familiar, yet also not, showing the same face as the Director but yet not him at the same time. A sigh exited Sam's mouth. "Listen we have to get out of here. It izn't safe here. Ze zombies are becoming more powerful and zey are more of a threat zan before." They were different than even Sam had known meaning the ancient ones were stirring. She could hear the monstrous movement of an Orda making it's way towards their location. "Eddie.....Richtofen ve need to move..NOW!" She still had trouble distinguishing who he was to her, her memories jumbled and non coherent but it wouldn't matter if they were both dead. Sam took her Raygun, she was going to fight her way out of this whether Richtofen followed or not.

[gun-trick]

@doctorsauerkraut​  //  reference from HERE

“I don’t feel so safe anymore.” Dempsey immediately chuckled with the obvious nervous tone and he slowly began to take a few steps back to the exits.

[stcrryknights]

@doctorsauerkraut from HERE

Scott Jackson / Raptor-1

BERLIN. He's been here before. Well it was different back then. He was flying an old plane, and the city was.. normal. lively. Now it was lurked by walking corpses. Zombies, or whatever they called them. And he, well, he was a prisoner. Beaten, bruised, tortured under the hands of Omega for the past few days, until Colonel Kravchenco got tired of hearing the same phrase from his mouth and tossed him to the undead, wishing Requiem doesn't find him before the undead.

He had embraced the possibility of dying. After being electrocuted over and over again, beaten with no sight of mercy in the firsts and other various items that were used by Kravchenco and his men. So being alone, in the center of a demolished Berlin, with a bunch of zombies around, meant no different. At least this way, they don't have to help him do shit, he thought to himself.

But the undead didn't find the pilot first. Another man did. German, he guessed by the accent. He certainly hasn't seen him before. He wasn't requiem, he wasn't omega, and he was no entity of the dark aether. So who was he ? “Wait, you don't know? ” he was simply a pilot but, he was well aware of what was going on. Probably everyone around did, Kravchenco didn't want this to become a big deal but he was doing quite the opposite by constantly talking about the issue around everyone, even his prisoner. “Some crazy lady named Valentina is the daughter of the doctor that started all this back in the place we blew the shit off a few months ago. He had a vision of a new.. well, ya know, army. But the one we call the Forsaken, that guy that has control over the dark aether. Well he corrupted him. He corrupted them. And now it's corrupting her. Or, at least that's what I got.”

[trustmichimadoctor]

( @doctorsauerkraut liked for a starter!)

“Seems like somevun isn’t having such a great time without his Speed Cola fix, eh?” He inquires drinking the last bottle available for the moment, with a smirk on his face. Usually the doctor had poor luck in grabbing his preferred beverage. But this time he’d gotten a one up on his elder self. He couldn’t help but be a bit teasing now.

[warphotoss]

[[Continuation for @doctorsauerkraut]]

The calm smile rested across his face. Such unique words used to describe him. Flamboyantly flashy and such as he cocked his head. My he has forgotten the Joy's of actually having a conversation. A conversation with someone no doubt just as, if not a bit crazier than he was as he took his damaged camera in hand and laughed lightly.

"Please, Amico Richtofen. You spoil me with your words." He nodded his head slowly. Acquiring that quick snapped photo of the doctor and grinned. Slipping the said photo into his suit.

"I assure you that you are the better dressed in these conditions. Though drab in the eyes of many. I see color in it." It was the fact he worked around blood. The dead were the most beautiful things to see. Mutilation of death turned into art. He'd give his soul if he could see the aftermath of Richtofen's work. Take countless photos of them. Swoon and do it all over again." Not to mention that you get more clearance than I do in a place like this. Besides being dressed for one might consider a..what is it the Americans call it? 'Ball room blitz'?"