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Sender gazed at the bird in his hand with a sense of amazement, “Wow, you’re a very smart birdy if you can talk!” Sender noted as he attempted to stroke the bird’s neck with the index finger of his real hand, the bird had put off some of Sender’s worries after that long day, to have a moment of peace was good for him.
Injured/Injury Starters
Injured
“Oh shit, are you alright?”
“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”
“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”
“That looks broken.”
“Can you move your __?”
“Are you okay?”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Who did this?”
“Did you do this to yourself?”
“How did this happen?”
“We need to get you to a hospital.”
“Do you need to go to a hospital?”
“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”
“Do you want me to look at it?”
“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”
“Stop moving!”
“There’s so much blood.”
“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”
“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”
“How did you even do this?”
“This happened in a fight?”
“Walk it off.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I think you need stitches.”
“You dumbass.”
Injury
“I think I hurt myself.”
“I can’t feel my __.”
“I think my __ is broken.”
“Shit, that hurts to move.”
“I don’t think I can get up.”
“I’m going to try to get up.”
“Can you go get help?”
“I need help.”
“I think I’m going to pass out.”
“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”
“I can’t walk.”
“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”
“I think I need to go to the hospital.”
“Stop laughing, this hurts.”
“My last words better not be stupid.”
“That was a dumb idea.”
“Shit, that burns.”
“I’m fine… really.”
“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”
“I got into a fight…”
“I feel lightheaded.”
“It hurts to move.”
“Can you look at it for me?”
“W-well...” Sender followed the man as he went around him, a confused smile worn on his face, however, the smile on his face turned genuine as he recognised the other’s familiar face up close, letting him finish talking quietly before speaking himself “It’s nice to see you again, I didn’t expect you to be the person I was looking for to be perfectly honest...! W-well, should we get down to the, um... Nitty gritty business stuff?” Sender asked as he fiddled with the wristband on his right wrist.
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Eventually, Roadhog settled down, eyeing up this young guy in front of him. He was tiny, but he had spirit! Had to admire, that, even if spirit alone didn’t get you places.
“Well…How d’ya think two handsome blokes like us got in this situation, anyway?” He put a heavy hand on Junkrat’s back, causing the Aussie to grunt and stumble some, but giggled as he continued from Roadhog’s thought process.
“We just…ain’t the heroic type. Not like bein’ honest ever got us anywhere! ….tried goin’ legit, we did! Didn’t pay off….” Just the thought made him grumble and shove his hands in his pockets, a big grin on his face. “Well, for our…employer, anyway. Huhu….see, mate, only thing people’re gonna see us as is criminals! N’ they’ll do whatever they can to see us locked up or blown up!” Roadhog nodded slowly, agreeing.
“Question is…” The larger of the two leaned down, staring at Sender through those big mask lenses. “Why d’you care so much?”
Sender quietly nodded along with what they were saying, twiddling a lock of his hair with his prosthetic hand as he responded "Y-you already tried? S-so what happened? Did you get fired? I don't think you should give up after only one try, e-even if people don't like you, eventually people will leave you alone... I think."
Sender was taken aback by the titan of a man leaning down on him, gulping he began to fiddle with the strings of his hoodie has he shyly answered the question "B-because... I don't think it would be a very good life. A-all you do is get chased around, it doesn't sound very enjoyable... it must get lonely... I wouldn't want to be alone..."
“Yeah I heard that too… Reinhardt looks a mess, the missiles damaged the armour. McCree also looks like the Devil chewed him up and spat him out again, his robotic arm needs remade.”
She sighs loudly, the two people that meant the most to her life and they had been so badly hurt and she failed to protect them…
“W-well, at least Miss Bridget can repair Mr. Reinhardt’s armour, and Mr. Torbjorn can fix up Mr. McCree’s arm… And they’re under Miss Mercy’s care… I-I’m sure they’ll be fine…!”
Honestly Sender was a little worried too, but he decided to try and not let that show, for better or for worse.
X: Yeah you’re right.
E: At least we got out alive, another sunset we get to see.
Empress the AI birb appears between them, speaking in a matter of fact and blunt tone. She was an AI, it didn’t really matter to the former demon.
Sender's moment of sadness was interrupted by the bird flying around, "This bird... it's so... so... Cute!!" Sender hadn't even heard what the bird had said, it was too cute! "Aww, come here little birdy!" Sender held out a hand for the bird to land on, at least seeing the bird cheered him up even a little.
((currently shocked and offended that tracer would steal Sender’s ICONIC blue hoodie look like what the hell is that all about gotta confront her on this))
Sender's eyes widened at the baby face remark, quickly unpuffing his cheeks. As the man explained why he was there Sender quietly opened the holofile, glancing up and down as he checked each detail, red hair, check, build, check, noticeable blemishes or scars, check... This was the guy! After coming to realise this he quietly apologised for his disappointment
"I-I'm sorry sir, everyone was either planning or preparing, so I couldn't get anyone else to come with me... There was a specific reason I was sent but... They didn't tell me what it was..."
There was one lingering thought on his mind though, so Sender cautiously asked it, expecting to get laughed at or made fun of if he was wrong. "U-um sir have we... M-met before?"
“Yeah I heard that too… Reinhardt looks a mess, the missiles damaged the armour. McCree also looks like the Devil chewed him up and spat him out again, his robotic arm needs remade.”
She sighs loudly, the two people that meant the most to her life and they had been so badly hurt and she failed to protect them…
"W-well, at least Miss Bridget can repair Mr. Reinhardt's armour, and Mr. Torbjorn can fix up Mr. McCree's arm... And they're under Miss Mercy's care... I-I'm sure they'll be fine...!"
Honestly Sender was a little worried too, but he decided to try and not let that show, for better or for worse.
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“This is the place, right…?” Sender pressed the button on the holomap, revealing that this was indeed, The Place. The place where he was to meet a certain mercenary about assistance with a mission, a very important mission, in fact, getting this person to help was probably super important too… So of all people why did they send him out to recruit them!? This is a mercenary they’re probably terrifying and scary! And dangerous! Super dangerous! Dangerously danger filled! Dangeriffic! Phew, calm down Sender, you can stand up for yourself, you have a gun! And arms! It’ll be okay… Probably.
In the meantime while waiting for the mercenary Sender took a seat on a small wall and quietly read over the details, ‘long red hair, male, cross shaped scar on left eye, Codename: Rust Viper’. Hmm… Something about that description was familiar… Deja Vu? Eh, it’s probably nothing.
Poor Sender. He had no idea what he ws about to be deailing with. The mercenary in question walked to the meeting point with his purple hoodie on, hair pulled up into a ponytail and shades over his face, sipping on an overly-expensive coffee he’d gotten at a nearby mall. Delicious.
It wasn’t until he saw the twirp that he stopped sipping, reaching up to pull the glasses down far enough to get a good look at him.
“Whassa kid like YOU doin’ here? ….ain’t ya got, Idunno, scout cookies to sell…?”
“A… A kid?” Okay, no yeah okay, Sender was upset, he was NOT a kid! He was an adult! Angrily puffing his cheeks and crossing his arms he glared at Viper, too blinded by rage to see that he was the person he was looking for. “Sir, with a due respect I am not a c-child. In fact I am waiting in on a very important client… Actually, w-where is he?”
Sender quietly looked around, he had been waiting a while… and the only person that had showed up was… This guy, his voice was familiar though.
"I... T-think you two should try being heroes, y-you could really help people!"
The two Junkers looked to eachother at those words, the only obvious grin being Junkrat’s before they both burst into loud laughter. Them? HEROES?! That was just completely absurd! They were just mayhem! Destruction! What good was that to anyone?
“Listen here, kiddo…” Junkrat spoke up first, setting a hand, his fleshy hand, on Sender’s shoulder and gesturing with the prosthetic. “See us? They call us ‘anarchists’. N’ I ain’t entirely sure on everything, but as far as I’ve SEEN? That’s usually not the kinda thing people are just gonna openly welcome as a ‘hero’…besides…” He gestured between himself and Roadhog, who was still chuckling with his arms crossed. “Does this…look like the face of two heroes, eh?”
“Ain’t like folks’re gonna give us a chance, regardless,” The big guy finally rumbled out, rolling his shoulder. “We ain’t nearly pretty enough to go on them posters.” In response, Junkrat scoffed, setting a hand to his chest and moving as though he was tossing his hair back.
“Speak for YERSELF, Roadie! I am the EPITOME of majesty!”
Sender sighed dejectedly, running his right, super genuine hand through his raven black locks, he had expected to be laughed at, and called a kid… But it still hurt his pride, just a little. But still, he had to motivate himself! To motivate others, you have to motivate yourself first! Sender stood as tall as he could on his tippy toes, mostly because he felt out of place, the other two were way too tall!
“A-anyone can be a hero! I-if you like to destroy stuff, then you can destroy bad guys, right? It’s… Um, probably easier than doing bad things… And there’s better rewards!”
Gesturing wildly to the two, he continued… “You both look really… Unique! T-that’s good! You can stand out! And if people don’t give you a chance you could always make your own right?”
Sender had talked so long without taking a breath he was left panting as he looked back and forth between the two, awaiting their response.
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》COMMUNITY SENTENCE STARTERS.
❛ I thought you had a Bachelor’s from Columbia? ❜ ❛ You know what makes humans different from other animals? ❜ ❛ We’re the only species on Earth that observes Shark Week. ❜ ❛ People can find the good in just about anything but themselves. ❜ ❛ Look at me. It’s clear to all of you that I am awesome. ❜ ❛ There’s a card for that? ❜ ❛ Could you please go as my friend? My really good friend? ❜ ❛ Well, I didn’t realize we were really good friends. ❜ ❛ Yeah, I’m going to write this down too, actually. ❜ ❛ Oh, shut your pompous vortex of overlapping fangs! ❜ ❛ I’m saying, you’re a football player. It’s in your blood! ❜ ❛ If I stay, there can be no party. ❜ ❛ I’m out in the night, staying vigilant. ❜ ❛ No, I can’t sleep. You sleep. ❜ ❛ Am I bird? No. I’m a bat. I am Batman. ❜ ❛ Candy corn looks like tiny traffic cones. ❜ ❛ It’s cool to know other people think about this stuff, too. ❜ ❛ I mean, don’t you ever want anything more out of life than cereal? ❜ ❛ You can do whatever you want, you just have to know what that is. ❜ ❛ I’m going to assume that’s sarcasm. ❜ ❛ I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. ❜ ❛ Some mysteries solve themselves, don’t they? ❜ ❛ It’s just little a nose bleed. I get ‘em when it’s dry and when my face gets kicked. ❜ ❛ You keep a list of everyone based on how good-looking they are? ❜ ❛ So you’re familiar with two sins… how about a third? ❜ ❛ I don’t think we’re allowed to smoke in here. ❜ ❛ I’ve got self-esteem falling out of my butt. ❜ ❛ You can’t do surgery on yourself. It’s illegal. ❜ ❛ Well, excuse me for trying to sneak you into heaven! ❜ ❛ You want my advice, pork her/him and move on. ❜ ❛ Who cares if you’re sorry? We’re still screwed! ❜ ❛ How much time before we take revenge? ❜ ❛ I can’t believe I made out with both of you. ❜ ❛ I don’t need to know which dracula I am to be a dracula. ❜ ❛ God, are you charting our menstrual cycles? ❜ ❛ You’re not the least bit curious how that happened? ❜ ❛ I attack them using my… additional notes. ❜ ❛ What’s in the briefcase? ❜ ❛ I was just another jerk trying to win a contest. ❜ ❛ If you’d like, you could come visit the set. ❜ ❛ You can call a phone sex line. ❜ ❛ I’m scared that if I were overweight that no one would like me. ❜ ❛ The world is a sick place, full of sick, sick people. ❜ ❛ I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon. ❜ ❛ I’m turned on by how logical you are. ❜ ❛ I am comforted by your shiny hair and facial symmetry. ❜ ❛ I’m no sociopath. I always know what I’m doing is wrong. ❜ ❛ I’m really proud of you, you’re growing up as a person. ❜ ❛ Are you by any chance familiar with stockholm syndrome? ❜ ❛ What, you’re anti-weddings now? ❜ ❛ This was as ugly as things could get… while still being a pillow fight. ❜ ❛ I think I’ve heard enough, and I don’t see what choice I have. ❜ ❛ I wish there was a way we could make it up to people. ❜ ❛ I thought I told you to stop reading my emails. ❜ ❛ I thought I told you to stop keeping secrets! ❜ ❛ I am an activist, that’s always been my choice. ❜ ❛ This secret inside me, was trapped beyond a doubt. ❜ ❛ Oh, I know we said no gifts, but I couldn’t resist. ❜ ❛ Oh, who couldn’t have seen that coming? ❜ ❛ I wish I had the capacity for sentimentality like you do. ❜ ❛ I wish I could switch places with you for just one day. ❜ ❛ We were destined to meet, like a team of superheroes. ❜ ❛ I came to see if you wanted to get some frozen yogurt. ❜ ❛ Have you ever masturbated in the study room? ❜ ❛ Don’t listen to me—or anyone. Just listen to yourself. ❜ ❛ If I come over there, there’s going to be two sounds: me hitting you twice. ❜
Closed starter for @redheadreptile
“This is the place, right...?” Sender pressed the button on the holomap, revealing that this was indeed, The Place. The place where he was to meet a certain mercenary about assistance with a mission, a very important mission, in fact, getting this person to help was probably super important too... So of all people why did they send him out to recruit them!? This is a mercenary they’re probably terrifying and scary! And dangerous! Super dangerous! Dangerously danger filled! Dangeriffic! Phew, calm down Sender, you can stand up for yourself, you have a gun! And arms! It’ll be okay... Probably.
In the meantime while waiting for the mercenary Sender took a seat on a small wall and quietly read over the details, ‘long red hair, male, cross shaped scar on left eye, Codename: Rust Viper’. Hmm... Something about that description was familiar... Deja Vu? Eh, it’s probably nothing.
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How someone can react to victory in a battle depends on the person, some jump and cheer with joy that they won, while some are quiet and just thankful they survived, others cry and mourn, or worry about their friends and comrades that got injured. Sender took note of this in silence in the aftermath of a great fight that day, his body littered with bumps, scratches and bandages as evidence of the fight, as he quietly sat on a upper floor deck that overlooked the hustle and bustle of the watchpoint.
@well-lush-rocketpunch ((sorry for late reply, I blame work xD ))
For once, a battle had went well for Phoenix. She didn’t go out of control, her demon obeyed her and she didn’t get too hurt! She was on the quiet side of contemplating victory as she walk about the base with her arm in a sling, looking for somewhere to sit and that was out of the way of the hustle and bustle.
That’s how she stumbled upon Sender as she headed for high ground on the upper deck to find the man. She leans against the door that opened out to the decking and said.
“Mind if I pull up a ledge?”
Sender jumped when someone suddenly spoke up, turning around his face relaxed into a smile after seeing it was Miss Phoenix,
“S-sure, go ahead, is… Your arm okay?”
“Cheers hun.”
She walks over and sits on the ledge next to him, swinging her legs over the side of the ledge. She looks at him and says.
“Yeah I hurt it on a bad fall, tumbled on to my side. It’ll be fine. Thanks for the concern. What about you? How are you after that fight?”
“Oh, well it’s good you’re okay... I only got hurt a little... Explosions kept making me lose my balance so I kept falling over...” Sender’s face then took a grim expression “Though I heard that quite a few people got badly hurt, and some people are in like... Really bad shape y’know...”
✧ ` / FFVII PROMPTS.
❛ No matter where I go and what I do, it won’t change a thing. ❜ ❛ A floating city… pretty unsettling scenery. ❜ ❛ If everything’s a dream, don’t wake me. ❜ ❛ I’ve… been thinking, too… about the universe… people… the planet… ❜ ❛ It’s gonna counterattack with its laser! ❜ ❛ Don’t fight here! You’ll ruin the flowers! ❜ ❛ It’s good for absolutely nothing! ❜ ❛ I want to know you. The real you. ❜ ❛ I think they believe I have what it takes to be in SOLDIER! ❜ ❛ Let’s see how compatible _____ and I are! ❜ ❛ I won’t let you do it! The future is not only yours! ❜ ❛ It’s too dangerous, I can’t get you involved. ❜ ❛ I’ll be going now. I’ll come back when it’s all over. ❜ ❛ A promise is a promise. ❜ ❛ That don’t sound right! ❜ ❛ Stop actin’ like a damn kid. ❜ ❛ Is it right to go on? ❜ ❛ They’re all gone. ❜ ❛ Right now, I don’t really know. ❜ ❛ Will they … will they ever forgive me? ❜ ❛ The hell you so calm about? ❜ ❛ But, damn man, that thing gives me the creeps… ❜ ❛ We’ll jump from here!! ❜ ❛ Well to me it looks like a golden shiny wire of hope. ❜ ❛ Anyone who don’t wanna get their face bashed in better get outta the way!! ❜ ❛ This whole thing’s stupid. Let’s keep goin’. ❜ ❛ If I was alone, this wouldn’t be a thang, but I got a reputation to protect. ❜ ❛ That some kinda disease? ❜ ❛ I’ve been here since the beginning and I still don’t know what the hell’s goin’ on. ❜ ❛ I’m going, going, going, gone! ❜ ❛ I know you got problems… ❜ ❛ But you gotta understand that there ain’t no gettin’ offa this train. ❜ ❛ I’ll go upside your spikey blonde head and bring you back to normal! ❜ ❛ Seein’ a place like this, makes you realize how awesome nature is. ❜ ❛ If I did have to live here I’d change things around ‘n’ make it better. ❜ ❛ What the hell am I sayin’!? ❜ ❛ D-d-d-damn! My head hurts! ❜ ❛ Words aren’t the only way to tell someone how you feel. ❜ ❛ I made it this far, believing in the memories we shared. ❜ ❛ This isn’t happening! It’s too cruel! ❜ ❛ A memory is something that has to be consciously recalled, right? ❜ ❛ People have many things pent up inside of themselves. ❜ ❛ This day will never come again, so let me have this moment. ❜ ❛ So many things they can never forget. Strange, isn’t it? ❜ ❛ It’s only a few more floors anyway! ❜ ❛ I’ve got the wrong person. ❜ ❛ You’re here… Everyone’s all together. ❜ ❛ Together… we can do anything. ❜ ❛ We’ve worked this hard already. ❜ ❛ As long as I’m with you… ❜ ❛ As long as you’re by my side… I won’t give up. ❜ ❛ I won’t give up even if I’m scared. ❜ ❛ I don’t like two-legged things. ❜ ❛ It’s pretty hard standing on two feet. ❜ ❛ Would you kindly hurry? The heat is drying my nose. ❜ ❛ Right, I’ve got it! ❜ ❛ Your lucky color is…blue? ❜ ❛ I know I have a stuffed animal body, but I’ll work really hard! ❜
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@overwatchphoenixoc liked for a starter!
How someone can react to victory in a battle depends on the person, some jump and cheer with joy that they won, while some are quiet and just thankful they survived, others cry and mourn, or worry about their friends and comrades that got injured. Sender took note of this in silence in the aftermath of a great fight that day, his body littered with bumps, scratches and bandages as evidence of the fight, as he quietly sat on a upper floor deck that overlooked the hustle and bustle of the watchpoint.
@well-lush-rocketpunch ((sorry for late reply, I blame work xD ))
For once, a battle had went well for Phoenix. She didn’t go out of control, her demon obeyed her and she didn’t get too hurt! She was on the quiet side of contemplating victory as she walk about the base with her arm in a sling, looking for somewhere to sit and that was out of the way of the hustle and bustle.
That’s how she stumbled upon Sender as she headed for high ground on the upper deck to find the man. She leans against the door that opened out to the decking and said.
“Mind if I pull up a ledge?”
Sender jumped when someone suddenly spoke up, turning around his face relaxed into a smile after seeing it was Miss Phoenix,
“S-sure, go ahead, is… Your arm okay?”
