—ALL FREAKS MUST DIE—

Brutal Hunter ask blog! This covers both Brutal Hunter and YLW Demoman Art also posted here! Background info won't be explored in the series, so here is where you can find out! :] No NSFW asks, everything else is fair game.

[thebrutalmedic]

BRUTAL MEDIC INFO POST/INTERACTION RULES

suggestive/ship related/violent asks allowed. Due to the nature of the character, responses and rp may reference, infer, or describe violence.

NSFW asks not allowed.

SFW asks always allowed.

^these also apply to RP.

main blog: @sadoldboys

I may respond to some asks with art.

//sorry i don’t have much to say! I’m pretty shy about doing an rp blog, please be patient!//

[thebrutalmedic]

The brutal medic is crouched at the edge of the tall pines, shotgun in hand and eyes fixed on the cold horizon. His hunt has taken a pause in the growing dusk, as he must rest. However, he cannot let his guard down lest his life’s mission be cut violently short.

His focus is so intense, it would be quite unfortunate for anyone who might surprise him, as he may shoot before thinking.

(open rp)

[polite-espionage]

There’s a faint noise. Barely audible to the normal person, but understandably, The Brutal Medic is not a normal person.

“Hello, my friend! That is a wonderful looking weapon you have there.”

He seemingly had popped out of nowhere. Nothing but that faint, faint noise signaling his arrival.

“I did not think anyone else would be here in these woods too. It is quite the coincidence, is it not?”

He gave a friendly, cheerful smile.

Maybe a little too friendly…

[thebrutalmedic]

“Eh!?”

The brutal medic scrambles to his feet, grip tightening on the forend of his shotgun and finger curling just over the trigger. His eyes flick quickly over the newcomer, assessing the possible danger. Deciding the threat is minimal, he lowers the weapon slowly.

“Yes, certainly a… coincidence.”

He tilts his head, considering the figure mistrustfully.

“I doubt we crossed paths by accident. Did someone send you? What brought you here?”

[polite-espionage]

“Oh, no. I was simply taking a stroll around these parts, when I saw you! I figured it would be only polite to introduce myself to a new friend.”

He offered a hand out for The Brutal Medic to shake.

“My name is Polite Spy, it is a pleasure to meet you, my friend.”

“And who might you be, my intimidating friend?”

[thebrutalmedic]

"I see."

The medic glares at the proffered hand, expecting some kind of trickery. Unable to find any, he grudgingly shakes it.

"Very, eh, apt."

He steps back quickly, switching the shotgun's safety on and hauling it into its sling with a quiet grunt.

"I'm nobody. They call me the Brutal Medic, but it's a silly name, ja?"

[polite-espionage]

“Of course not, my friend. I believe it is quite the contrary! I have never met someone with such a name…other than Christian Brutal Sniper, but alas, he is his own person. You are your own person too.”

He retracts his hand, placing it behind his back alongside his other one.

“May I ask what you are doing here? If I may ask of course.”

[thebrutalmedic]

“Christian Brutal Sniper… yes, that is understandable.” He scowls at the sound of the name, as if it’s offensive, but brushes it off quickly.

”I am waiting.”

The Brutal Medic gestures towards the small settlement on the horizon.

“I believe there are Freaks in or near that base there. I intend to kill them once they show their faces…”

He flips back the length of his coat, showing the discreet, but deadly weapons holstered there.

“…Before they can kill anyone else.”

[thebrutalmedic]

The brutal medic is crouched at the edge of the tall pines, shotgun in hand and eyes fixed on the cold horizon. His hunt has taken a pause in the growing dusk, as he must rest. However, he cannot let his guard down lest his life’s mission be cut violently short.

His focus is so intense, it would be quite unfortunate for anyone who might surprise him, as he may shoot before thinking.

(open rp)

[polite-espionage]

There’s a faint noise. Barely audible to the normal person, but understandably, The Brutal Medic is not a normal person.

“Hello, my friend! That is a wonderful looking weapon you have there.”

He seemingly had popped out of nowhere. Nothing but that faint, faint noise signaling his arrival.

“I did not think anyone else would be here in these woods too. It is quite the coincidence, is it not?”

He gave a friendly, cheerful smile.

Maybe a little too friendly…

[thebrutalmedic]

“Eh!?”

The brutal medic scrambles to his feet, grip tightening on the forend of his shotgun and finger curling just over the trigger. His eyes flick quickly over the newcomer, assessing the possible danger. Deciding the threat is minimal, he lowers the weapon slowly.

“Yes, certainly a… coincidence.”

He tilts his head, considering the figure mistrustfully.

“I doubt we crossed paths by accident. Did someone send you? What brought you here?”

[polite-espionage]

“Oh, no. I was simply taking a stroll around these parts, when I saw you! I figured it would be only polite to introduce myself to a new friend.”

He offered a hand out for The Brutal Medic to shake.

“My name is Polite Spy, it is a pleasure to meet you, my friend.”

“And who might you be, my intimidating friend?”

[thebrutalmedic]

"I see."

The medic glares at the proffered hand, expecting some kind of trickery. Unable to find any, he grudgingly shakes it.

"Very, eh, apt."

He steps back quickly, switching the shotgun's safety on and hauling it into its sling with a quiet grunt.

"I'm nobody. They call me the Brutal Medic, but it's a silly name, ja?"

[thebrutalmedic]

The brutal medic is crouched at the edge of the tall pines, shotgun in hand and eyes fixed on the cold horizon. His hunt has taken a pause in the growing dusk, as he must rest. However, he cannot let his guard down lest his life’s mission be cut violently short.

His focus is so intense, it would be quite unfortunate for anyone who might surprise him, as he may shoot before thinking.

(open rp)

[polite-espionage]

There’s a faint noise. Barely audible to the normal person, but understandably, The Brutal Medic is not a normal person.

“Hello, my friend! That is a wonderful looking weapon you have there.”

He seemingly had popped out of nowhere. Nothing but that faint, faint noise signaling his arrival.

“I did not think anyone else would be here in these woods too. It is quite the coincidence, is it not?”

He gave a friendly, cheerful smile.

Maybe a little too friendly…

[thebrutalmedic]

“Eh!?”

The brutal medic scrambles to his feet, grip tightening on the forend of his shotgun and finger curling just over the trigger. His eyes flick quickly over the newcomer, assessing the possible danger. Deciding the threat is minimal, he lowers the weapon slowly.

“Yes, certainly a… coincidence.”

He tilts his head, considering the figure mistrustfully.

“I doubt we crossed paths by accident. Did someone send you? What brought you here?”

[thebrutalmedic]

(OOC) how the hell do you do this

[thebrutalmedic]

Would u kill polite spy..??? Hes justa sweetie....

He is a freak, no? Although I suppose he is inconsequential compared to others of his kind… I could spare him, at least until I can discern his true nature. I’m certain there’s something sinister to be found in the lot of them. As for him being a “sweetie”… well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?

[thebrutalmedic]

The brutal medic is crouched at the edge of the tall pines, shotgun in hand and eyes fixed on the cold horizon. His hunt has taken a pause in the growing dusk, as he must rest. However, he cannot let his guard down lest his life’s mission be cut violently short.

His focus is so intense, it would be quite unfortunate for anyone who might surprise him, as he may shoot before thinking.

(open rp)

[thebrutalmedic]

Hii inspector gadget I see you've joined the masses huh?

Who...?

(Ooc)

You're from magma aren't you 👁👄👁 hi

[thebrutalmedic]

Ylw demo

[thebrutalmedic]

What is your issue with my beautiful baby boy brutal

(In character)

Would you not hate someone if they killed everyone you hold dear?

(OOC)

Hes mad that Brutal survived The Torture