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[tcxastough]

【🔧】— “Ah don’t care about mah health-- Ah want mah revenge!!”

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@royalmuses​

“DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING - Soldier

【🔧】— “Wha-- oof!” The Engineer was barely able to turn around in time before seeing Soldier charge at her, grab her by the upper arms and pin her to the wall with a plead of a single word.

      Obviously not having much other option but to be still and let him hold her there, the Texan used her eyes to check the surroundings behind her temporary captor and then from side to side-- anything except looking him in the face, which half was hidden behind an unstrapped helmet that was too big for him.

      After a long, tense pause, and a trickle of sweat rolling down her temple, she finally decided to ask what was going on.

      “What...? What is it?”

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

@scotchbomb​

pin but do it in a non-threatening way because i cant rp confrontations to save my life  😔

【🔧】— There was suddenly a resounding command of ‘GET DOWN’ and before the Engineer could turn her head to look, she let out an indignant grunt and was on the floor with the large Scotsman atop her. 

        Before she could question him (or hurl any verbal abuse at him) an explosion resounded and a wave of warm, smokey wind blasted past them with a whistling blow.

      “Ah, what-- what was that?” She asked, craning her neck to look in the direction. With the smoke clearing, all that remained of the area was shrapnel from a worktable and an empty crate of fireworks.

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Caged Canary

@bcggars​ for Medic

【🔧】— It was rare for the Engineer to approach the infirmary unless she was injured or that one time when she was piss drunk and wanted part of her arm chopped off to replace it with a prosthetic. So when an uninjured, sober Danielle poked her head in, it was anyone’s guess what she came in for.

       “Doc, hey,” she greeted. “Lissen, yer good with birds, right?” The question was easily answered when a dove swooped by and divebombed the intruder, bapping her on the helmet, to which the engineer barely registered. It was an obvious question that someone in a medical profession would at least have some passing knowledge on avian health if they were going to own a whole flock of the animals.

     The Engineer had her hands cusped loosely into a ball together, like she had something small and delicate between them. Approaching her co-worker, she slowly opened her hands up to reveal a small, yellow mess of feathers. Upon further examination, the mess of feathers was actually a bird, a canary, to be exact; and it didn’t look very healthy.

      “Saw th’ lil’ guy hit one of th’ windows. Don’t think these kinda birds are native ‘round here, so I think it might be someone’s escaped pet... anything you can do fer it?”

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My muse is sick.

@bcggars​

🍜 - Scout :)

Send me a 🍜 for your muse to make mine (or try to) a meal.

【🔧】— “Thanks Scout, knew Ah could count on you.” As much as the engineer wanted to lay there and stay asleep, she knew she had to eat something to get her strength up or she’d never feel up to standing. With how upset her stomach was, soup seemed like the only safe option for now, even if it was condensed and from a can, it was better than nothing.

         This didn’t look like the standard chicken noodle soup from the issued MREs though.

        “Where’d y’ git this?” She asked, spoon stirring it around. 

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【🔧】— “Y’all make this way too easy fer th’ man.”

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@staboteur​

【🔧】— She paused in her notes and looked up at the pile of crates in the corner, eyes narrowing. She thought she had heard something, but there had been raccoons running loose around the base, so perhaps it was simply that.

       “Pspsspsspss.” she called out to the ‘animal’, standing up from her desk and picking up a pen, then, after aiming, tossed it right atop the biggest crate that would make a perfect sitting spot for a person.

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@kukrikey​

【 🔧 】— “Hey, new guy, do me a favor,” the engineer motioned at the pickup truck she was standing in front of.

        “Keys’re in th’ ignition, when Ah say crank, crank it.”