#talkshitgetcrits

[sweetirishmedicine]

Pro: great sex from what's been said. Con: probably going to do some weird-ass experiments on whoever he can get his hands on

"Why does e'eryone assume I experiment on other people?! Are ya mixin' me up wit' another Medic? Cause 'm pretty damn sure I'm th' only redheaded Irish one workin' here right now." He seems rather huffy on the matter.

[therapeuticmurder-blog]

“Can’t sleep?”

“I don’t sleep through the night often,” Lucille admitted, sitting on the RED rec room couch in flannel pjs. She tucked a bookmark into her paperback novel, setting it aside to focus on the mercenary who was also awake. “You can’t either? Is anything bothering you?”

[artsplosive-blog]

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Jeanette reacted before she could even stop herself. She kicked the shell as hard as she could, sending the thing flying across the map. Then she covered her ears waited for the explosion, but nothing happened. No sound, no shaking ground. It was either a dud or empty and she soon realised which one it was.

“So what? You carry around shells for shits and giggles?” Jeanette asked, plucking a shell from the box to inspect it. “The company’s too cheap to actually buy you new grenades so you gotta salvage them?”

Erik watched the shell sail away with raised eyebrows, his eyes following it until it landed waaaaay... over. there. Another moment passed before his grin came back, and he chuckled. “Haha, nice one!”

He watched her inspect the shell, shrugging at the question. “Nah, they offered me regular grenades. I use them sometimes, but I prefer to make my own. But I don’t want to waste time casting my own shells, ‘cause they’re just gonna explode anyway.”

[pushspacetocontinue]

Feeling (S)crappy (closed for talkshitgetcrits)

@talkshitgetcrits liked my previous starter call. 

Another battle was done. He could finally go and rest. Maybe he could get off the base for a bit after taking a shower and spending some time playing with Misty. 

He wanted a distraction. He needed a distraction. 

Fortunately for his mind, and unfortunately for his leg, he found himself tripping over a piece of scrap metal that was laying on the ground. He had been too caught up in his thoughts to notice it. 

He picked it up, examining it and wondering if he could use it for crafting. But then he saw the figure of someone reflected on it. He quickly turned around, getting back onto his feet.

“S... sorry, I’m, I’m, I’m not looking for any trouble,” he says, once he realises that he’s looking at a RED uniform, “I was just uh, just uh, heading back to my base is all...”

[maple-syrup-heavy]

@talkshitgetcrits

Elias sat in the common room, idly polishing his boots. They were already clean, but he wanted to buff them to a high gloss before the next battle. The soles were securely attached and his laces were brand new. All he needed was to add a bit more boot black and they’d be perfect. He heard footsteps approach and he raised a hand in greeting without looking up. “Hello. Pardon the mess.” 

[sweetirishmedicine]

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[pushspacetocontinue]

@talkshitgetcrits

“Sure you do, but I bet you’ve never done it outside of work. No offence, you kinda look like you just came out of high school.” Then again, no one would suspect him for a crime. 

“I would only kill someone outside of work as a last resort, it probably sounds cowardly, but I don’t plan to let working here turn me some kinda monster,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. He then smirks.

“Yes, I get that a lot, but the shock when people see I can do on the field is always fun to get a glance at,” he adds.

[sweetirishmedicine]

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“Bout ya, there! Ya gotta minute?” A voice called out to the Soldier from behind a large machine, a second later a face to the voice appearing. “They jus’ got me movin’ inta this medbay, but didn’ bother with helpin’ me move my equipment. Would ya mind givin’ me a hand with this? It’ll only take a mo’.”