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cont. - @weaponsmithinmylimit
"Awesoooome." The agent procures a clipboard out of seemingly thin air, and a pen from behind her ear. Ah, yes. A magician.
"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate being dead? One being 'this can't get any worse' and ten being 'should've died ages ago'." She clicks the pen, ready to scribble notes.
//ooc
Out of any dog which breed do you think best represents this dog coded clone?
I always thought of em as a golden retriever... classic ykyk.
But I never rly thought abt it much so hey if ya got a better fitting dog breed, be my guest!
He is also sheep coded btw... herded... follower... just a weird ass sheep...
@weaponsmithinmylimit | starter call
The man shuffles into the building, fidgeting with a wrapped object. He kept his head ducked, appearing mildly embarassed as he approaches a table and sets the wrapped object down.
Taking off the cloth revealed a broken sniper rifle.
The man quietly slips a note over.
hit spy with it several times. can it be fixed? i am very sorry for the carelessness.
He's sweating. He didn't mean to get so startled by the sound of BLU Spy decloaking that he started beating the French man senseless with the gun.
@weaponsmithinmylimit sent:
He slides across a table but his elbow slips and he slides off the table, almost eating shit as he fell but quickly grounding himself and putting his elbow on the table again and resting his chin on his knuckles.
"Hey, are you... Are you snow?- damnit I did that wrong!"
He very quickly got flustered and tried his best to recover but looked like an idiot.
"Are you freshly fallen snow? Because you're the most beautiful thing I've seen all day"
Scout pauses in the middle of inspecting his newly obtained pistol and sets it down. He stays sitting down, silent for a few moments before turning slightly towards Ben with an icy glare.
"Is this a joke?" He asked, quiet.
May I offer you an...
EGG
in these trying times?
This unit gratefully accepts the egg. And eats it.
...Spit it out.
This unit invokes finders keepers.
Shock, I know it's you. You'll make the mouth dirty, spit it out or I will taze you.
Sooo question for ya, and please don't take this personally. You are hydrating right? Figured with all those layers on you might get overheated.
yes. s' quite humid here too with all them rainforests around. wouldn't worry 'bout dehydratin'.
unsure how i'd be offended at yer question'. i appreciate yer concern.
🎬+ family
(curious who he sees as family)
Mother.
A figure sat down behind him. Cold, soft hands reach towards his shoulders, rubbing them affectionately.
Mother. That's what she felt like. She made him, in a way. It made sense.
Dan wasn't looking, but he could see her in his mind. She was all he saw in there- between existence and void. Black hair, a crimson dress, a smile so warm and loving. She smells of iron.
Once, he cursed her existence. Once, he had wished for her never to have existed.
But it's different right now.
"Heh... hey, ma." Dan murmurs in an almost slurred manner. His heart pounds with fear, but he smiles back at the gaping hole in her face. "I'm... coming back soon. Gonna see everybody. Gonna see you."
She hums. It sounds like a lullaby.
"I love you." Did he? Or was it just because he should? He can't think. He doesn't need to. Everything is fine. Her fingers dig into his skin. It's fine.
She's trying to fix him. She just wants him fixed.
She doesn't know what 'fixed' looks like.
...
Dan gasps awake, blinking rapidly and looking around. A nightlight in the corner, dozens of 'well-loved' plushies filling the small, cramped space, a mattress on the floor... It's his room. He's in his room.
Not thinking much, Dan scuttles towards the door and pushes it open, stepping out to a familiar laboratory. His eyes scan the environment, before landing on a nearby figure. His chest rises and falls.
Doc's asleep on his desk.
He crept quietly, closer. Closer. Sat down on the floor and leaned against the table as he stares up at Powerhouse Medic's sleeping face.
...Cute. Like a pigeon. Coo, coo. His pigeon doctor.
If he were to disappear, Doc would look for him. Doc would remember him. He has to. He's his patient, and that's his doctor. What kind of doctor just forgets about a patient? What kind of pigeon just up and flies away? Not his pigeon. Not his Doc.
Dan closes his eyes. He's gonna take a nap here instead.
//If I give him one of those big ass bones they give to huge dogs do you think he'd stop biting himself and others for like.... Maybe a minute?
There are three possibilities:
He breaks a tooth trying to chew through that bone, but it DOES distract him for at least a minute. May end with him biting off his own tounge or absolutely fucking over his teeth.
He chokes on said bone and dies, then go back and does it again until he forgets.
He tries to fit that bone in along with his hand or someone's hand. More thing in mouth. Enrichment. Mouth full of thing. Jaw dislocation.
So in short, MAYBE. There is also a chance he uses that bone as a melee weapon on himself or whoever gave him that cause bonk funny ha ha
