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No smoking
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Busted.
Klaus didn’t smoke often. But lately he had been stressed: the annual physical exams were coming up and he’d have to wrangle nearly every merc to get their basic medical information.
“You don’t smoke? Not at all?” he replied, tapping the ash off the end of the cigarette. It’d be a real shame to just get rid of it, especially seeing as he just lit it.
Thunderous panic beat in her chest at hearing the words of failure, words that struck a chord with her anxiety and refused to let it go. BLU winning was always her priority, always on the top of her list—To be labeled as a failure was beyond what she could take. Witnessing the flash of blue from off to one side, Eli followed the ushering wave and hurried close behind.
Furiously wiping blood splashes off her mask, Elliot glanced around like a spooked rabbit on the come-down from furiously fighting. “Thanks—I think we’re tucked away good enough.”
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Two fresh scones sit on a plate next to Pascal as he sips some hot tea. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Russell come in, and he smiles warmly at him.
“Oh, good morning! I don’t think I saw you last night when I arrived here from Doublecross,” he says cheerfully. Then, he glances down at his plate, picks up one scone for himself, and then holds the plate out to Russell.
“Have you had breakfast yet? Take this, it’s blackberry lemon.”
Russell had managed to get an early run in. He had come back to grab his usual coffee. That was often enough for him.
He nearly jumped when he realised someone new was here. He then managed to smile back.
“Morning, ehe, sorry, I was in my own mind for a moment there,” he said. This new guy seemed nice enough, before he looks curious, “Oh, Doublecross, I’ve been there a couple times. Yeah, I was probably out at that time.”
He fidgets.
“Are you sure, dude? It’s your food and I wouldn’t wanna just like, take it if you need both.”
He has to admit, they do smell and look nice. But he had to make sure it was really okay.
7. Loopy with lack of sleep. (flying-physicist)
@flying-physicist | Snzz
Soldier’s been awake for three and a half days. Willingly? Sort of. What began on a prank on his fragile paranoia, ended up leading to his own exercise in the pure stubbornness of man. The American had to prove to everyone he’s staying up of his own volition and not repressed fear.
Anyway,
Yesterday he was tired but could work through it. After all, soldiers are expected to be battle-ready at any moment. The same mental clarity isn’t coming through for Jane today, unfortunately. He’s spent the past minute barking and swinging his shovel into a wooden pole.
“Take that, maggot! And that!!” He kicks it. “Your mother just called to inform me that she thinks you are a disappointment!!”
// @flying-physicist continued from X
The German’s mood had flipped on a dime. Cheery and welcoming one moment, smacking the hand of his new found acquittance the next. For a moment he waited, as though expecting the Blu to make another move.
But as soon as the other man apologised, Ludwig’s cheery smile returned. “That I am glad of! It’s not every day I find another man of science who understands that!”
He returns to the object in question, a strange looking prototype medigun. The thing is practically held together with tape and craft glue. Parts of it seemed to be made of common household objects, like a blender.
“Besides! I can’t promise that this will not give you radiation poisoning!” Ludwig laughed as though it wasn’t a serious issue. “Well as long as it doesn’t break of course. Anyway! What would you like to see next?”
"You. Rest. Now." (flying-physicist ;D)
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“I’m fine. I don’t need rest,” Klaus sniffed, his voice hoarse from a cold.
The Medic looked anything but fine -- his eyes were red and watery, his nose red, and his face was pale.
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“I hope this isn’t a bad time,” Klaus said, practically barging into Pascal’s work space.
Klaus didn’t look like himself today. The white labcoat he wore wasn’t on and neither was his perfectly pressed blue tie. Instead he wore a sweatshirt with the hood pulled tight over his head.
