#hog-style

[crossbowblu]

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"Oh .. it's you."

Yes. John is addressing Roadhog in a tone and facial expression of total disinterest and annoyance, having been busy unloading the rest of their personal items off the truck. Said vehicle having stopped a bit short from getting too close to BLU as there seems to be some REDs retrieving their own materials. Amazing. Took the company a literal month or two to ship things here. And it happened to be only five to six boxes. Sure the medical supplies arrived way earlier, like the day OF their arrival, but it had been very annoying having to substitute certain things.

"What is it that you want?"

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

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Painkillers sounded absolutely great right now. Top it with a hot wash to scrub off would massively improve his evening (even though the scout cannot stand the 'public' showers) then sleep for a whole week. But for now some pills or some medifluid would take the edge off him his throbbing face and head. Probably got some other injury issues going on but this takes priority. Can't really see then anyways.

The young RED sighs in exasperated ache, legs partly tucked close yet splayed in exhaustion, just fed up with the day thus sulking just around a corner of RED. He spits a few times, really not a fan of his own coppery body fluids getting in his mouth, only splattering his front. Will not get better as partly trembling fingers are making a piss poor attempt to pull broken shards from his forehead and scalp. Head wounds bleed like a bitch as is, apparently some thicker pieces are really stuck. Half blinded isn't fun and scrubbing at his face with ruined sleeve wouldn't help much with cleaning. Great.

Glass. Had to be glass. Cuts up his fingers, ah yes- just add more to it. Sure he had been doing some training to be a nurse just in case his main career goes to shit or god forbid unemployed. Have yet to master taking foreign items out of your own body. This is why he hates drunktards- Bottled. Froze up over seeing the weapon come at him to boot. Thought he'd been over that childhood trauma already.

"Mother fucker- God damn piece of shit-"

The auburn red head is reasonably distracted from anyone approaching his poor hiding spot. Blood rushing through his ears almost masks heavy footfalls.

[thebleuspider]

[💥🔁] @Hog-style

Send [💥🔁] for Receiver to trip, falling into Sender's arms.

💙Typically the slender vixen was flawless in the towering heels she wore so religiously, that she was more than certain no one besides a select two had ever seen her in anything else. It seemed though that fate had other plans for her, as the next step Madilin took around the corner caused her heel to catch on the seam in the floor. Instantly drawing a sharp surprised breath from the raven haired minx as she found herself flying forward. Before she could even think to catch herself, the slim bleu felt a set of strong hands catching her in an instant. It taking her a moment to gather herself as her heart raced from the adrenaline of the fall, and the sheer embarrassment of someone catching her being anything but perfect.

💙"Oh, merci." Madilin murmured in a soft grateful breath, before her words faded on her tongue in awe as she looked up to see who had been so nice enough to catch her. Her pale blue eyes instantly climbing up the beautiful towering beast of a man that held her, making her debate whether or not she even wanted to pull out of his grasp at all. "It must be mon lucky day to 'ave such a 'andsome guardian angel.~" The sultry kitten purred out in a satin lined breath as she steadied herself on her feet again, though not making attempts to pull away from him as she kept her slime porcelain hands on his forearms.

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[slitheringblu]

Roadhog was riding high as Soldier reported that the prisoner was waiting in the interrogation room for him. He was so pleased he even played into the Soldiers delusions, giving the man a salute as he told him he made his country proud and he was dismissed.

The Soldier seemed happy enough ay the praise that he only argued a little before Roadhog was able to convince the man to leave interrogations to him., telling him the information was too vital for anyone but him to know, and it was really.

His chuckle was low and sinister and cut off dead in it’s track as he opened the door to see a beautiful lady sitting where his prey should be. Stepping in he closed the door behind him as he looked over the poor women… he could see how the Soldier made the mistake, she certainly had a resemblance to the spy.

“You ok?” He’d ask with shocking gentleness as he’d knelt before the chair Russet was bound to. It was weird how docile and mannered he seemed compared to the crude beast he was on field. @hog-style

Lady luck must've hated the snake man- well right now woman- for this to have happened. As if "blessed" with a temporary change of sex wasn't painful and horrifying all before, this takes the cake. Captured in a moment of weakness that lasted most of the day. Whoever knew that every bone and tissue in one's body could ache all at once without actually having taken a violent tumble off a cliff.

Sadly yanking and twisting about within the binding ropes around her upper body hurt way too much. Like someone digging their fingers hard into dark bruises. Because the spy had been full health regular ropes wouldn't hold for long. Russet's day just got a whole lot better when that door reveals who's going to get the fun part of punching information out of said BLU.

Her eyes widened into dinner plates and swallowed hard. This- is a very odd change of pace. Oh right- Russet happens to appear as a woman... well technically IS for who knows how long the curse will last. She tries to reply, but the voice is brought like sandpaper, because damn if vocal cords didn't get messed up in the snake's abrupt body shift. At least there's no blood or obvious bruising.

"I think I can manage..."

Oh man... here is the real challenge.

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[acrimsondoctor]

send ☕ for our muses to meet at a café! @hogstyle

2am wasn't typical coffee time, but he was up late and needed the extra energy booster to finish up the mountain of paperwork that had been piled on his desk. It wasn't even all medical related. Most of them were order forms for stuff the team might need. Of course, another thing to add to his docket. Now, he never complained. It was what he signed up for.

Dragging himself from the base, the man looked like the world personally took him out back and shot him. His head red hair was all mussed up, sticking up in random places. His shirt was unbuttoned from the first two buttons, and his tie was missing. Whatever, he didn't care when going to the city's only all night coffee bar.

Stepping in, he yawned and stretched, going up to the counter and ordering a triple shot espresso. It would taste like burned dirt, but it'd do the job. As the bell rung behind him, he noticed a member of his team walk in. They'd never really spoken before and he was quite the behemoth of a man. A tired smile bloomed on his face, waving.

"Good evening... Or is it morning at this point? I don't know. What would you like? It's on me."

The redhead offered warmly, stepping aside to let the other order.

"We haven't formally met, but I'd like to if you have a minute to spare."

Viktor folded his hand in front of himself, his medic branded coat hanging off of one shoulder.

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[dreamsofandroidsndrones]

“Nice dress.” Rumbled a deep guttural voice from behind her. Turning around she would be greeted with the sight of a large outie belly button styled into the snout of a cute cartoon pig face, but to see the actual snoot where the words came from her head would half to tilt back since the 530 pound shirtless man was nearly two feet taller standing at an impressive 7ft.

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Tessa understandably twitched. Mostly at just how deep and nearly chest tingling this stranger's voice is. Almost like the base of a boosted speaker. First for everything since the young lady never experienced that before coming from a person.

Trying not to judge or be nervous perusal, she turned timidly, already fidgeting with her hair. A habit that might never go away at this point. Yellow eyes grow wide as dinner plates, jaw slightly slack from the man's sheer height. Especially compared to herself. Oh dear. Fumbles verbally, voice cracking.

"Oh-Oh...! Thank you?"

Well this is a bit embarrassing as Tessa sticks out like a sore thumb in her 'casuals' compared to him.

"You are a very large bloke- I-I mean. Darn that was rude- No offense???"

Rambles, eyes shifting about. Heck. Already being an idiot. She rarely even blurts out random statements.

[slitheringblu]

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Russet stuck to the shadows to the best of his ability with how crazy the usual turmoil of battle is going. Nothing new of course. Just haven't had the time or chance to properly scope out good hiding spots so smacking his head off of power bearing ceilings had happened once already. Especially for someone of his size that's supposed to be stealthy.

Though the situation at hand is going fairly well for the short duration of flying gibs and screaming, his team managed to push the payload down the tracks towards RED. Maybe if there is enough chaos drawn away from their cart, the BLU can step in to give an extra speed boost. But for now it's going behind the enemy lines to provide support. Which will start as soon as he comes across the engineer's nest. Or the heavy and medic combo. Huffs, tugging his scarf a bit closer to his face then switching his invisibility back on and hurrying forward, narrowly bumping into a scout in passing. Can't disguise, too soon.

[crossbowblu]

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver. PROMPT + REVERSE @hog-style

Man he really needs to get out more because apparently doing non stop errands and hauling heavy boxes wouldn't be enough to keep up with being back out in the field again. Feel like an old man in a frisky body that's a weird mixture of too stiff and well lubricated at the same time. Like an old vet being out of the war for several decades but physically remembers combat like it was yesterday.

Kind of a weird feeling jasper is growing used to. But he had forgotten about how sneaky these spies could be. Still way better than running into a medic. Up in close encounter with a RED would probably trigger those buried deep terrors. Right now trying not to get a limb blown off hasn't been too fun. Man he had forgotten how damn noisy this place is up close. Can't hear shit. And he is already half deaf.

Imagine his shock shock (being distracted in trying to unjam their rifle, his crossbow string having snapped last round) at seeing a massive shadow hovering over him when another explosion goes off. Rocking the second floor and raining dust. The red eyed man flinches at a burnt board coming free from the ceiling, bonking the other man hard across the shoulders. If that has landed on jasper would have definitely broken his neck or back. Sputters, and coughs. Why is he standing there?

"Are you..." Wheezes. "What...??"

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