The Bestest Scout Eva

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[It was a baseball. The throw wasn't too bad, but goddamn did that hurt atleast, hitting him on the head . . . Who the hell was that?]

[Looking around didn't necessarily help. Everything was really quiet and the block is pretty empty for the most part aside from him. There shouldn't be people around who could throw a ball at him like that. Maybe Sniper could, but he'd usually greet Scout afterwards as a tease, so who would have?]

[As he started to scan the darker parts of his surroundings, his heart stopped to see a figure from the shadows.]

[He was certainly not alone.]

- ☢️ ( @doctorbonk )

“Yowch. Hellooo?”

{Jeremy picks up the baseball, rubbing the spot on his head where it hit him.}

{He stares at the dark figure in the distance. Another Scout? A BLU? What is the guy doing around here if ever. He decided to walk steadily toward it, taking out his pistol for good measure, just in case. He covered his back by quietly standing against the nearest wall. If it was another Scout, he’d be probably at least half as fast, so if he was going to be attacked it would be from behind. He wasn’t trying to hide completely, he knew the other person would probably know he’s there.}

{There were always all sorts of random creepy things he’s heard about happening around base. He knew the Demoman has seen plenty, but the others, including himself, didn’t really believe him. Though, Jeremy did feel slightly paranoid whenever he was alone, after that happened.}

[Nobody spoke for atleast a minute, the quiet tension arising from above as the birds kept chirping and flying on the bright, sunny sky like nothing happened.]

[Until something did.]

[A bow swiftly past through the air, hitting a wooden surface with a paper stuck to it. Curiously, it reads:]

"Helloo

Don't shoot me I don't bite 🙂 Just want to play game

- S.B."

[Focusing more on the figure who sent it, this "S.B" seemed to be a Scout of some sort, with lots of Bonk accessories around him and a . . . Huntsman on his hand? When did Scouts have access to a Sniper's arsenal? Is that legal?]

[He threw a can of Bonk at Jeremy, which he somehow managed to do so despite the amount of distance they had. S.B. smiled, and waved casually afterwards. He looked like a RED member, atleast, but none of the team had seen this guy as part of them.]

[But he looked friendly. . .]

“Y’know. Where I come from, when they say they wanna play a game, it means they’re gonna either beat the crap outta ya — or they’re gambling or something. And I don’t see any poker table nearby…”

{He stared warily at ‘S.B’s friendly face and caught the can of Bonk! thrown at him. He made sure not to stare too much, but took note of the weird class mismatch thing again. Whoever this was might be somewhat connected to ‘the Doctor’ he met beforehand. He walked toward him.}

“Thanks for the … Bonk, pal.” {Jeremy opened the can and pretended to drink it, but instead pouring it on the ground behind him. One thing about street smarts, he didn’t trust this guy. He felt like the warning symbols were everywhere, obvious.} “…I won’t shoot you, if you answer me, alright?”

[The figure finally spoke, as he finally started walking up to him casually. Intrigue and curiosity was obvious in this "S.B"'s eyes, like seeing somebody he might like. He spoke with a Boston accent like Jeremy's, and he swore he sounded similar to him except with a deeper, yet teasing tone. Just enough to differentiate between them and to be different.]

I know I'm scary, but I ain't that scary, am I?

[He finally stopped, giving Jeremy just a few bits of distances away. A comfortable length.]

I really don't want anything. If I'm being honest to ya, I'm more bored than anything. Like, bored-bored. Bored-er than Medic and Engie on a Tuesday night.

[He started to lean his body towards a nearby fence, almost casually, with a really smug smirk on his face. Normally, all Scouts have a smug, asshole look on them, but this one really has it on.]

I don't hurt. Not fellow Scouts atleast. Y'all get a pass. Just wanna have talk with somebody 's all I want. If I really did, I woulda bashed ya head in with a fish by now.

[He started twirling his two sodapoppers around both of his hands, perhaps out of attention, and shoved them back into their respective pockets.]

Or shot ya. Whichever came to mind.

“Jeezus pal! You are funny!” {He wiped a tear from his eye, from all the laughter.}

“You think you could’ve just killed me? Just like that? Oh, you’ve really gotta be kidding me.” {Jeremy smirked back, resting his back against the wall with a sigh and a stretch.} “You’ve got no idea who you’re talking to, pally. Ya know, it’s nice you have that bias, but I’d be stupid to completely buy your word. That’s a dead guy’s choice.”

Oh no, I know exactly the idea.

[He then made extreme eye-contact with Jeremy for five whole minutes without talking, his striking baby blue eyes imprinting to his mind. After that, he immediately follows it up with a different topic, switching up his tone.]

Glad ya ain't scared of me, I like freaking the hell out of your teammates and your enemy team, but uh . . it gets boring. Don't ask.

[He starts trying to remember what else he was gonna say . . . ]

Oh, right! The name thing.

. . .

Hmm . . .

[Now that S.B. thought about it, he never really gotten a normal name. Like, yeah, he got some nicknames. The Scout Bastard is a pretty popular one, so he kind of made it his brand. Asshole was another one, and scunt is too. But those aren't really the greatest when actually referring to a real name. That would get tiring.]

[Well, except for one, actually.]

Well, normally I'm just called Scout here, but since we're both Scouts, you can just call me Terry.

[He grabs a can of Bonk from . . . nowhere, apparently, and takes a sip. Aside from the whole uncanny weirdness he has going around and the weird artificial cologne that Jeremy couldn't describe, he looked chill. Or atleast was chill around him.]

Satisfied with that?

“Uh. …Sure.” {He said awkwardly, giving the other Scout a kind of weirded-out look.}

“So your name’s Terry? Kinda suits you.” {Terry was just the kind of name to associate with the weird kid from kindergarten.} “And I’m satisfied.”

Aight, time for me to hit the bricks now, kid. Got work to do. Need me, go to the sewers, guaranteed be there.

[He throws a salute, and walks away, but not without randomly disappearing with some sort of kit in his hand. What the fuck was that?]

[Eh, whatever.]

“The sewers? What, trying to look for dead goldfish or something?” {He snickered lightly, watching Terry leave, and whatever trick he did with the randomly appearing objects. He guessed there were more magicians around the place than he thought.}

[It was a baseball. The throw wasn't too bad, but goddamn did that hurt atleast, hitting him on the head . . . Who the hell was that?]

[Looking around didn't necessarily help. Everything was really quiet and the block is pretty empty for the most part aside from him. There shouldn't be people around who could throw a ball at him like that. Maybe Sniper could, but he'd usually greet Scout afterwards as a tease, so who would have?]

[As he started to scan the darker parts of his surroundings, his heart stopped to see a figure from the shadows.]

[He was certainly not alone.]

- ☢️ ( @doctorbonk )

“Yowch. Hellooo?”

{Jeremy picks up the baseball, rubbing the spot on his head where it hit him.}

{He stares at the dark figure in the distance. Another Scout? A BLU? What is the guy doing around here if ever. He decided to walk steadily toward it, taking out his pistol for good measure, just in case. He covered his back by quietly standing against the nearest wall. If it was another Scout, he’d be probably at least half as fast, so if he was going to be attacked it would be from behind. He wasn’t trying to hide completely, he knew the other person would probably know he’s there.}

{There were always all sorts of random creepy things he’s heard about happening around base. He knew the Demoman has seen plenty, but the others, including himself, didn’t really believe him. Though, Jeremy did feel slightly paranoid whenever he was alone, after that happened.}

[Nobody spoke for atleast a minute, the quiet tension arising from above as the birds kept chirping and flying on the bright, sunny sky like nothing happened.]

[Until something did.]

[A bow swiftly past through the air, hitting a wooden surface with a paper stuck to it. Curiously, it reads:]

"Helloo

Don't shoot me I don't bite 🙂 Just want to play game

- S.B."

[Focusing more on the figure who sent it, this "S.B" seemed to be a Scout of some sort, with lots of Bonk accessories around him and a . . . Huntsman on his hand? When did Scouts have access to a Sniper's arsenal? Is that legal?]

[He threw a can of Bonk at Jeremy, which he somehow managed to do so despite the amount of distance they had. S.B. smiled, and waved casually afterwards. He looked like a RED member, atleast, but none of the team had seen this guy as part of them.]

[But he looked friendly. . .]

“Y’know. Where I come from, when they say they wanna play a game, it means they’re gonna either beat the crap outta ya — or they’re gambling or something. And I don’t see any poker table nearby…”

{He stared warily at ‘S.B’s friendly face and caught the can of Bonk! thrown at him. He made sure not to stare too much, but took note of the weird class mismatch thing again. Whoever this was might be somewhat connected to ‘the Doctor’ he met beforehand. He walked toward him.}

“Thanks for the … Bonk, pal.” {Jeremy opened the can and pretended to drink it, but instead pouring it on the ground behind him. One thing about street smarts, he didn’t trust this guy. He felt like the warning symbols were everywhere, obvious.} “…I won’t shoot you, if you answer me, alright?”

[The figure finally spoke, as he finally started walking up to him casually. Intrigue and curiosity was obvious in this "S.B"'s eyes, like seeing somebody he might like. He spoke with a Boston accent like Jeremy's, and he swore he sounded similar to him except with a deeper, yet teasing tone. Just enough to differentiate between them and to be different.]

I know I'm scary, but I ain't that scary, am I?

[He finally stopped, giving Jeremy just a few bits of distances away. A comfortable length.]

I really don't want anything. If I'm being honest to ya, I'm more bored than anything. Like, bored-bored. Bored-er than Medic and Engie on a Tuesday night.

[He started to lean his body towards a nearby fence, almost casually, with a really smug smirk on his face. Normally, all Scouts have a smug, asshole look on them, but this one really has it on.]

I don't hurt. Not fellow Scouts atleast. Y'all get a pass. Just wanna have talk with somebody 's all I want. If I really did, I woulda bashed ya head in with a fish by now.

[He started twirling his two sodapoppers around both of his hands, perhaps out of attention, and shoved them back into their respective pockets.]

Or shot ya. Whichever came to mind.

“Jeezus pal! You are funny!” {He wiped a tear from his eye, from all the laughter.}

“You think you could’ve just killed me? Just like that? Oh, you’ve really gotta be kidding me.” {Jeremy smirked back, resting his back against the wall with a sigh and a stretch.} “You’ve got no idea who you’re talking to, pally. Ya know, it’s nice you have that bias, but I’d be stupid to completely buy your word. That’s a dead guy’s choice.”

Oh no, I know exactly the idea.

[He then made extreme eye-contact with Jeremy for five whole minutes without talking, his striking baby blue eyes imprinting to his mind. After that, he immediately follows it up with a different topic, switching up his tone.]

Glad ya ain't scared of me, I like freaking the hell out of your teammates and your enemy team, but uh . . it gets boring. Don't ask.

[He starts trying to remember what else he was gonna say . . . ]

Oh, right! The name thing.

. . .

Hmm . . .

[Now that S.B. thought about it, he never really gotten a normal name. Like, yeah, he got some nicknames. The Scout Bastard is a pretty popular one, so he kind of made it his brand. Asshole was another one, and scunt is too. But those aren't really the greatest when actually referring to a real name. That would get tiring.]

[Well, except for one, actually.]

Well, normally I'm just called Scout here, but since we're both Scouts, you can just call me Terry.

[He grabs a can of Bonk from . . . nowhere, apparently, and takes a sip. Aside from the whole uncanny weirdness he has going around and the weird artificial cologne that Jeremy couldn't describe, he looked chill. Or atleast was chill around him.]

Satisfied with that?

“Uh. …Sure.” {He said awkwardly, giving the other Scout a kind of weirded-out look.}

“So your name’s Terry? Kinda suits you.” {Terry was just the kind of name to associate with the weird kid from kindergarten.} “And I’m satisfied.”

[It was a baseball. The throw wasn't too bad, but goddamn did that hurt atleast, hitting him on the head . . . Who the hell was that?]

[Looking around didn't necessarily help. Everything was really quiet and the block is pretty empty for the most part aside from him. There shouldn't be people around who could throw a ball at him like that. Maybe Sniper could, but he'd usually greet Scout afterwards as a tease, so who would have?]

[As he started to scan the darker parts of his surroundings, his heart stopped to see a figure from the shadows.]

[He was certainly not alone.]

- ☢️ ( @doctorbonk )

“Yowch. Hellooo?”

{Jeremy picks up the baseball, rubbing the spot on his head where it hit him.}

{He stares at the dark figure in the distance. Another Scout? A BLU? What is the guy doing around here if ever. He decided to walk steadily toward it, taking out his pistol for good measure, just in case. He covered his back by quietly standing against the nearest wall. If it was another Scout, he’d be probably at least half as fast, so if he was going to be attacked it would be from behind. He wasn’t trying to hide completely, he knew the other person would probably know he’s there.}

{There were always all sorts of random creepy things he’s heard about happening around base. He knew the Demoman has seen plenty, but the others, including himself, didn’t really believe him. Though, Jeremy did feel slightly paranoid whenever he was alone, after that happened.}

[Nobody spoke for atleast a minute, the quiet tension arising from above as the birds kept chirping and flying on the bright, sunny sky like nothing happened.]

[Until something did.]

[A bow swiftly past through the air, hitting a wooden surface with a paper stuck to it. Curiously, it reads:]

"Helloo

Don't shoot me I don't bite 🙂 Just want to play game

- S.B."

[Focusing more on the figure who sent it, this "S.B" seemed to be a Scout of some sort, with lots of Bonk accessories around him and a . . . Huntsman on his hand? When did Scouts have access to a Sniper's arsenal? Is that legal?]

[He threw a can of Bonk at Jeremy, which he somehow managed to do so despite the amount of distance they had. S.B. smiled, and waved casually afterwards. He looked like a RED member, atleast, but none of the team had seen this guy as part of them.]

[But he looked friendly. . .]

“Y’know. Where I come from, when they say they wanna play a game, it means they’re gonna either beat the crap outta ya — or they’re gambling or something. And I don’t see any poker table nearby…”

{He stared warily at ‘S.B’s friendly face and caught the can of Bonk! thrown at him. He made sure not to stare too much, but took note of the weird class mismatch thing again. Whoever this was might be somewhat connected to ‘the Doctor’ he met beforehand. He walked toward him.}

“Thanks for the … Bonk, pal.” {Jeremy opened the can and pretended to drink it, but instead pouring it on the ground behind him. One thing about street smarts, he didn’t trust this guy. He felt like the warning symbols were everywhere, obvious.} “…I won’t shoot you, if you answer me, alright?”

[The figure finally spoke, as he finally started walking up to him casually. Intrigue and curiosity was obvious in this "S.B"'s eyes, like seeing somebody he might like. He spoke with a Boston accent like Jeremy's, and he swore he sounded similar to him except with a deeper, yet teasing tone. Just enough to differentiate between them and to be different.]

I know I'm scary, but I ain't that scary, am I?

[He finally stopped, giving Jeremy just a few bits of distances away. A comfortable length.]

I really don't want anything. If I'm being honest to ya, I'm more bored than anything. Like, bored-bored. Bored-er than Medic and Engie on a Tuesday night.

[He started to lean his body towards a nearby fence, almost casually, with a really smug smirk on his face. Normally, all Scouts have a smug, asshole look on them, but this one really has it on.]

I don't hurt. Not fellow Scouts atleast. Y'all get a pass. Just wanna have talk with somebody 's all I want. If I really did, I woulda bashed ya head in with a fish by now.

[He started twirling his two sodapoppers around both of his hands, perhaps out of attention, and shoved them back into their respective pockets.]

Or shot ya. Whichever came to mind.

“Jeezus pal! You are funny!” {He wiped a tear from his eye, from all the laughter.}

“You think you could’ve just killed me? Just like that? Oh, you’ve really gotta be kidding me.” {Jeremy smirked back, resting his back against the wall with a sigh and a stretch.} “You’ve got no idea who you’re talking to, pally. Ya know, it’s nice you have that bias, but I’d be stupid to completely buy your word. That’s a dead guy’s choice.”

[It was a baseball. The throw wasn't too bad, but goddamn did that hurt atleast, hitting him on the head . . . Who the hell was that?]

[Looking around didn't necessarily help. Everything was really quiet and the block is pretty empty for the most part aside from him. There shouldn't be people around who could throw a ball at him like that. Maybe Sniper could, but he'd usually greet Scout afterwards as a tease, so who would have?]

[As he started to scan the darker parts of his surroundings, his heart stopped to see a figure from the shadows.]

[He was certainly not alone.]

- ☢️ ( @doctorbonk )

“Yowch. Hellooo?”

{Jeremy picks up the baseball, rubbing the spot on his head where it hit him.}

{He stares at the dark figure in the distance. Another Scout? A BLU? What is the guy doing around here if ever. He decided to walk steadily toward it, taking out his pistol for good measure, just in case. He covered his back by quietly standing against the nearest wall. If it was another Scout, he’d be probably at least half as fast, so if he was going to be attacked it would be from behind. He wasn’t trying to hide completely, he knew the other person would probably know he’s there.}

{There were always all sorts of random creepy things he’s heard about happening around base. He knew the Demoman has seen plenty, but the others, including himself, didn’t really believe him. Though, Jeremy did feel slightly paranoid whenever he was alone, after that happened.}

[Nobody spoke for atleast a minute, the quiet tension arising from above as the birds kept chirping and flying on the bright, sunny sky like nothing happened.]

[Until something did.]

[A bow swiftly past through the air, hitting a wooden surface with a paper stuck to it. Curiously, it reads:]

"Helloo

Don't shoot me I don't bite 🙂 Just want to play game

- S.B."

[Focusing more on the figure who sent it, this "S.B" seemed to be a Scout of some sort, with lots of Bonk accessories around him and a . . . Huntsman on his hand? When did Scouts have access to a Sniper's arsenal? Is that legal?]

[He threw a can of Bonk at Jeremy, which he somehow managed to do so despite the amount of distance they had. S.B. smiled, and waved casually afterwards. He looked like a RED member, atleast, but none of the team had seen this guy as part of them.]

[But he looked friendly. . .]

“Y’know. Where I come from, when they say they wanna play a game, it means they’re gonna either beat the crap outta ya — or they’re gambling or something. And I don’t see any poker table nearby…”

{He stared warily at ‘S.B’s friendly face and caught the can of Bonk! thrown at him. He made sure not to stare too much, but took note of the weird class mismatch thing again. Whoever this was might be somewhat connected to ‘the Doctor’ he met beforehand. He walked toward him.}

“Thanks for the … Bonk, pal.” {Jeremy opened the can and pretended to drink it, but instead pouring it on the ground behind him. One thing about street smarts, he didn’t trust this guy. He felt like the warning symbols were everywhere, obvious.} “…I won’t shoot you, if you answer me, alright?”

[A German, particularly angry voice rung out in echos as a dove started zooming around in the air. It bumps into the RED Scout and flops to the ground in shock.]

[It takes a while until its' owner finally managed to catch up.]

Socrates, I told you to stop running around like a ma—

[It's a BLU Medic. But not really the BLU Medic that Scout was familiar with. He had a pair of wings and a hat that he never really imagined a Medic would wear, really. What is more surprising, however, is that he stopped in his tracks and stared dead in Scout's eyes like he was looking for something. Someone. A memory. Then he shook his head, perhaps coming to a conclusion in his mind that was as fleeting as his initial impression.]

Ah, vell, hallo there. Sorry for zhe bird, he is mein. I- err..

[He hesitates, as his hand floats there with a heavy thought he doesn't dare to spill. He couldn't speak his mind out. He looked stuck.]

[The white bird flies over to Scout.]

— 🫀🪽

{RED Scout backed up at the sound of the angry German voice with a chuckle. At first assuming it was the medic on his team, he squatted down to look at the dove that ran into him. He gently pokes at it, hoping that he didn't kill the poor thing. The one thing about that 'doctor' was that he really cared about his doves.}

{Seeing it twitch slightly he stood back up, still examining the bird at his feet until he heard the voice, now closer, say 'Socrates.' Socrates?}

{Jeremy stared back, confused but kind of intrigued. He's seen the other BLU Medic before, this one was really different. Especially in terms of choice of dress. He glanced from the hat to the wings to the dead looking stare.}

"Yeah, yeah its no big deal... uh..." {He paused and squinted at him.} "You look kinda new. 'What's with the whole get-up?--" {As he began to pace it was almost like a curious interrogation, he didn't seem to even pick up on the fact that this unfamiliar Medic had practically froze. He just kept on rambling.} "...Are those wings real? ...The hat's nice though. I like it! Maybe its better and you know, has an extra use, with these birds."

[He looked around to see if there was anyone else who was looking at him. Thankfully no one, but it was good to be cautious.]

Wouldn't say new, I fear. I take you have never er.. Nevermind.

[He just awkwardly stood there.]

[Just near his belt hung a shotgun that was usually only reserved for Scouts, which is odd. Sure, Scout may not be the brightest of the bunch (even though he will never admit that), he is pretty sure Medics aren't commonly seen with actual weapons (unless it's the Ubersaw, or something else). Seriously, this guy is really different, it's difficult to pinpoint what he is.]

[Such a curious sight.]

"...Are you alright?" {He shoved his hands in his pockets.} "And with that mumbling I was listenin' to. You're not a newbie? ... And if you were about to see you guess I've never seen you around. You'd be right. Or maybe I just never noticed you I guess..." {Scout cautiously looked at the 'Medic' with a bit more thought. Sometimes those odd looks was sometimes a dangerous look. It meant that a person knew something he didn't. He'd always instinctually check if anyone was armed, in combat or outside of combat, but he'd usually never expect Medics. He guessed that the Gravel Wars had dulled his perception a bit}

{... and that was a shotgun. A kind of shotgun that he's held before. One that he was used to firing. He looked away as if he was looking behind him. He didn't want to startle the guy, or ask questions that he wouldn't want, even if the guy did seem somewhat more quiet than the Medics he was used to. He guessed he shouldn't ask about anything too specific.}

[He snapped out of his silence, realizing the front he now has to play. His heart was on something else, yet his mind tells him to focus ahead. He clears his throat.]

Just call me zhe Doctor. Don't think you need to know anything else, mein friend.

[There it is, the classic air of any Medic would. The air of German sass and bullshittery.]

And yes, we have not seen each other before. My apologies for mein reaction. Nothing to worry about, of course.

[Socrates finally flies back to its owner, perched on his side, as the doctor does the talking. He was smooth-tongued. Sure, this one was much more mild-mannered than Scout's own Medic. That one was a full on psycho if he sees one, but he couldn't risk being comfortable with the guy. What if he wants his organs too?!]

You are currently on break from zhe battlefield for now, ja? I noticed it's so.. quiet in here.

“Nice to meet’cha Doc. I’m the RED team’s Scout.“ {He gestured to himself as if it were obvious.} “Best one around.” {He extended his hand.}

{Scout casually nodded at the apology and waved it off.} “And you’re fine. I’ve met bigger weirdos.” {All the team’s different classes were similar people/clones but had different personalities and these little things about them that made them seem so different from each-other. Maybe this guy was just kind of weird like that. Maybe he just randomly stares into space really awkwardly like Pyro sometimes.}

“And yeah. We haven’t been doin’ much battling stuffs. ‘Despite being mercenaries and everything. Breaks are nice, but I gotta be honest I miss the noise. All that adrenaline is a lot more fun, but as least there’s no respawn, no callin’ for Medic because — you know. I gotta utilise my resources, I can’t leave a trail of blood if I have the intelligence! They’re gonna follow it!” {He sighs.} “Anyway. Yeah. I miss the running and the chasin’. Some of us have been here so long we can’t imagine a life without the Gravel Wars.”

[Some of us have been here for so long we can't imagine a life without the Gravel Wars. . .]

[Yeah. That's definitely something he could agree with too well.]

[He couldn't help but let out a breathless chuckle from him. An involuntary action. The Doctor felt a wave of . . . something. Whatever it may be, it made him feel unpleasant. Sad, even. Looking at this Scout makes him feel so much pain, and the kid didn't have to see that. He was just like his boy.]

[Normally, he wouldn't bother with even talking with these mercenaries. In fact, he often killed them all the time. He was ruthless. Angry. Vengeful. Full of smirks and laughter and bloodshed that stained his clothes deeply with the blood of anybody he sees, RED or BLU. He was a problem. The Doctor is dangerous.]

[Yet when he sees any Scout, he . . .]

I can imagine that, Hase. I get it.

[He could only smirk. Not the condescending one. Not the one that he shows off his sharp teeth, the bloodlust in his eyes, the hatred. A soft one. One that he used to be.]

[Oh, it hurts to interact with a Scout.]

{He stretched a bit.}

"But yeah, I got a lot of big plans and ideas for after the Gravel Wars. A lotta plans...--"

{Catching a short glimpse of purple in the distance, Scout paused for a moment. Miss Pauling. Suddenly he was remembering what he was planning to do the next time he had the chance to talk to her. He'd almost completely forgot about it. He had to apologize about -- well. A lot of things.}

{Scout turned back to the Doctor, seemingly in a hurry now.} "--I'll uh, tell you about it all later! See ya, pal!"

"It was real nice meeting you!"

{He called out to him before going on his way toward the woman. His voice fading out into the distance.}

"Miss Pauling..!

..Hey!

[It was a conflicting feeling. At first, he was glad that the kid left. It felt illegal to talk to him so casually, because he's supposed to be doing something else. He's supposed to be all by himself, searching, finding, killing . . . and even if he'll find what he is seeking, he doesn't see a life outside of Teufort. He doesn't see himself live somewhere else, even if it's in a place like the Bahamas or anywhere but New Mexico.]

[Yet . . . It feels so hollowing. So empty. Why does it feel so cold?]

Goodbye, Hase.

[He'll keep that kid in the back of his mind.]

[A German, particularly angry voice rung out in echos as a dove started zooming around in the air. It bumps into the RED Scout and flops to the ground in shock.]

[It takes a while until its' owner finally managed to catch up.]

Socrates, I told you to stop running around like a ma—

[It's a BLU Medic. But not really the BLU Medic that Scout was familiar with. He had a pair of wings and a hat that he never really imagined a Medic would wear, really. What is more surprising, however, is that he stopped in his tracks and stared dead in Scout's eyes like he was looking for something. Someone. A memory. Then he shook his head, perhaps coming to a conclusion in his mind that was as fleeting as his initial impression.]

Ah, vell, hallo there. Sorry for zhe bird, he is mein. I- err..

[He hesitates, as his hand floats there with a heavy thought he doesn't dare to spill. He couldn't speak his mind out. He looked stuck.]

[The white bird flies over to Scout.]

— 🫀🪽

{RED Scout backed up at the sound of the angry German voice with a chuckle. At first assuming it was the medic on his team, he squatted down to look at the dove that ran into him. He gently pokes at it, hoping that he didn't kill the poor thing. The one thing about that 'doctor' was that he really cared about his doves.}

{Seeing it twitch slightly he stood back up, still examining the bird at his feet until he heard the voice, now closer, say 'Socrates.' Socrates?}

{Jeremy stared back, confused but kind of intrigued. He's seen the other BLU Medic before, this one was really different. Especially in terms of choice of dress. He glanced from the hat to the wings to the dead looking stare.}

"Yeah, yeah its no big deal... uh..." {He paused and squinted at him.} "You look kinda new. 'What's with the whole get-up?--" {As he began to pace it was almost like a curious interrogation, he didn't seem to even pick up on the fact that this unfamiliar Medic had practically froze. He just kept on rambling.} "...Are those wings real? ...The hat's nice though. I like it! Maybe its better and you know, has an extra use, with these birds."

[He looked around to see if there was anyone else who was looking at him. Thankfully no one, but it was good to be cautious.]

Wouldn't say new, I fear. I take you have never er.. Nevermind.

[He just awkwardly stood there.]

[Just near his belt hung a shotgun that was usually only reserved for Scouts, which is odd. Sure, Scout may not be the brightest of the bunch (even though he will never admit that), he is pretty sure Medics aren't commonly seen with actual weapons (unless it's the Ubersaw, or something else). Seriously, this guy is really different, it's difficult to pinpoint what he is.]

[Such a curious sight.]

"...Are you alright?" {He shoved his hands in his pockets.} "And with that mumbling I was listenin' to. You're not a newbie? ... And if you were about to see you guess I've never seen you around. You'd be right. Or maybe I just never noticed you I guess..." {Scout cautiously looked at the 'Medic' with a bit more thought. Sometimes those odd looks was sometimes a dangerous look. It meant that a person knew something he didn't. He'd always instinctually check if anyone was armed, in combat or outside of combat, but he'd usually never expect Medics. He guessed that the Gravel Wars had dulled his perception a bit}

{... and that was a shotgun. A kind of shotgun that he's held before. One that he was used to firing. He looked away as if he was looking behind him. He didn't want to startle the guy, or ask questions that he wouldn't want, even if the guy did seem somewhat more quiet than the Medics he was used to. He guessed he shouldn't ask about anything too specific.}

[He snapped out of his silence, realizing the front he now has to play. His heart was on something else, yet his mind tells him to focus ahead. He clears his throat.]

Just call me zhe Doctor. Don't think you need to know anything else, mein friend.

[There it is, the classic air of any Medic would. The air of German sass and bullshittery.]

And yes, we have not seen each other before. My apologies for mein reaction. Nothing to worry about, of course.

[Socrates finally flies back to its owner, perched on his side, as the doctor does the talking. He was smooth-tongued. Sure, this one was much more mild-mannered than Scout's own Medic. That one was a full on psycho if he sees one, but he couldn't risk being comfortable with the guy. What if he wants his organs too?!]

You are currently on break from zhe battlefield for now, ja? I noticed it's so.. quiet in here.

“Nice to meet’cha Doc. I’m the RED team’s Scout.“ {He gestured to himself as if it were obvious.} “Best one around.” {He extended his hand.}

{Scout casually nodded at the apology and waved it off.} “And you’re fine. I’ve met bigger weirdos.” {All the team’s different classes were similar people/clones but had different personalities and these little things about them that made them seem so different from each-other. Maybe this guy was just kind of weird like that. Maybe he just randomly stares into space really awkwardly like Pyro sometimes.}

“And yeah. We haven’t been doin’ much battling stuffs. ‘Despite being mercenaries and everything. Breaks are nice, but I gotta be honest I miss the noise. All that adrenaline is a lot more fun, but as least there’s no respawn, no callin’ for Medic because — you know. I gotta utilise my resources, I can’t leave a trail of blood if I have the intelligence! They’re gonna follow it!” {He sighs.} “Anyway. Yeah. I miss the running and the chasin’. Some of us have been here so long we can’t imagine a life without the Gravel Wars.”

[Some of us have been here for so long we can't imagine a life without the Gravel Wars. . .]

[Yeah. That's definitely something he could agree with too well.]

[He couldn't help but let out a breathless chuckle from him. An involuntary action. The Doctor felt a wave of . . . something. Whatever it may be, it made him feel unpleasant. Sad, even. Looking at this Scout makes him feel so much pain, and the kid didn't have to see that. He was just like his boy.]

[Normally, he wouldn't bother with even talking with these mercenaries. In fact, he often killed them all the time. He was ruthless. Angry. Vengeful. Full of smirks and laughter and bloodshed that stained his clothes deeply with the blood of anybody he sees, RED or BLU. He was a problem. The Doctor is dangerous.]

[Yet when he sees any Scout, he . . .]

I can imagine that, Hase. I get it.

[He could only smirk. Not the condescending one. Not the one that he shows off his sharp teeth, the bloodlust in his eyes, the hatred. A soft one. One that he used to be.]

[Oh, it hurts to interact with a Scout.]

{He stretched a bit.}

"But yeah, I got a lot of big plans and ideas for after the Gravel Wars. A lotta plans...--"

{Catching a short glimpse of purple in the distance, Scout paused for a moment. Miss Pauling. Suddenly he was remembering what he was planning to do the next time he had the chance to talk to her. He'd almost completely forgot about it. He had to apologize about -- well. A lot of things.}

{Scout turned back to the Doctor, seemingly in a hurry now.} "--I'll uh, tell you about it all later! See ya, pal!"

"It was real nice meeting you!"

{He called out to him before going on his way toward the woman. His voice fading out into the distance.}

"Miss Pauling..!

..Hey!

[A German, particularly angry voice rung out in echos as a dove started zooming around in the air. It bumps into the RED Scout and flops to the ground in shock.]

[It takes a while until its' owner finally managed to catch up.]

Socrates, I told you to stop running around like a ma—

[It's a BLU Medic. But not really the BLU Medic that Scout was familiar with. He had a pair of wings and a hat that he never really imagined a Medic would wear, really. What is more surprising, however, is that he stopped in his tracks and stared dead in Scout's eyes like he was looking for something. Someone. A memory. Then he shook his head, perhaps coming to a conclusion in his mind that was as fleeting as his initial impression.]

Ah, vell, hallo there. Sorry for zhe bird, he is mein. I- err..

[He hesitates, as his hand floats there with a heavy thought he doesn't dare to spill. He couldn't speak his mind out. He looked stuck.]

[The white bird flies over to Scout.]

— 🫀🪽

{RED Scout backed up at the sound of the angry German voice with a chuckle. At first assuming it was the medic on his team, he squatted down to look at the dove that ran into him. He gently pokes at it, hoping that he didn't kill the poor thing. The one thing about that 'doctor' was that he really cared about his doves.}

{Seeing it twitch slightly he stood back up, still examining the bird at his feet until he heard the voice, now closer, say 'Socrates.' Socrates?}

{Jeremy stared back, confused but kind of intrigued. He's seen the other BLU Medic before, this one was really different. Especially in terms of choice of dress. He glanced from the hat to the wings to the dead looking stare.}

"Yeah, yeah its no big deal... uh..." {He paused and squinted at him.} "You look kinda new. 'What's with the whole get-up?--" {As he began to pace it was almost like a curious interrogation, he didn't seem to even pick up on the fact that this unfamiliar Medic had practically froze. He just kept on rambling.} "...Are those wings real? ...The hat's nice though. I like it! Maybe its better and you know, has an extra use, with these birds."

[He looked around to see if there was anyone else who was looking at him. Thankfully no one, but it was good to be cautious.]

Wouldn't say new, I fear. I take you have never er.. Nevermind.

[He just awkwardly stood there.]

[Just near his belt hung a shotgun that was usually only reserved for Scouts, which is odd. Sure, Scout may not be the brightest of the bunch (even though he will never admit that), he is pretty sure Medics aren't commonly seen with actual weapons (unless it's the Ubersaw, or something else). Seriously, this guy is really different, it's difficult to pinpoint what he is.]

[Such a curious sight.]

"...Are you alright?" {He shoved his hands in his pockets.} "And with that mumbling I was listenin' to. You're not a newbie? ... And if you were about to see you guess I've never seen you around. You'd be right. Or maybe I just never noticed you I guess..." {Scout cautiously looked at the 'Medic' with a bit more thought. Sometimes those odd looks was sometimes a dangerous look. It meant that a person knew something he didn't. He'd always instinctually check if anyone was armed, in combat or outside of combat, but he'd usually never expect Medics. He guessed that the Gravel Wars had dulled his perception a bit}

{... and that was a shotgun. A kind of shotgun that he's held before. One that he was used to firing. He looked away as if he was looking behind him. He didn't want to startle the guy, or ask questions that he wouldn't want, even if the guy did seem somewhat more quiet than the Medics he was used to. He guessed he shouldn't ask about anything too specific.}

[He snapped out of his silence, realizing the front he now has to play. His heart was on something else, yet his mind tells him to focus ahead. He clears his throat.]

Just call me zhe Doctor. Don't think you need to know anything else, mein friend.

[There it is, the classic air of any Medic would. The air of German sass and bullshittery.]

And yes, we have not seen each other before. My apologies for mein reaction. Nothing to worry about, of course.

[Socrates finally flies back to its owner, perched on his side, as the doctor does the talking. He was smooth-tongued. Sure, this one was much more mild-mannered than Scout's own Medic. That one was a full on psycho if he sees one, but he couldn't risk being comfortable with the guy. What if he wants his organs too?!]

You are currently on break from zhe battlefield for now, ja? I noticed it's so.. quiet in here.

“Nice to meet’cha Doc. I’m the RED team’s Scout.“ {He gestured to himself as if it were obvious.} “Best one around.” {He extended his hand.}

{Scout casually nodded at the apology and waved it off.} “And you’re fine. I’ve met bigger weirdos.” {All the team’s different classes were similar people/clones but had different personalities and these little things about them that made them seem so different from each-other. Maybe this guy was just kind of weird like that. Maybe he just randomly stares into space really awkwardly like Pyro sometimes.}

“And yeah. We haven’t been doin’ much battling stuffs. ‘Despite being mercenaries and everything. Breaks are nice, but I gotta be honest I miss the noise. All that adrenaline is a lot more fun, but as least there’s no respawn, no callin’ for Medic because — you know. I gotta utilise my resources, I can’t leave a trail of blood if I have the intelligence! They’re gonna follow it!” {He sighs.} “Anyway. Yeah. I miss the running and the chasin’. Some of us have been here so long we can’t imagine a life without the Gravel Wars.”

[A German, particularly angry voice rung out in echos as a dove started zooming around in the air. It bumps into the RED Scout and flops to the ground in shock.]

[It takes a while until its' owner finally managed to catch up.]

Socrates, I told you to stop running around like a ma—

[It's a BLU Medic. But not really the BLU Medic that Scout was familiar with. He had a pair of wings and a hat that he never really imagined a Medic would wear, really. What is more surprising, however, is that he stopped in his tracks and stared dead in Scout's eyes like he was looking for something. Someone. A memory. Then he shook his head, perhaps coming to a conclusion in his mind that was as fleeting as his initial impression.]

Ah, vell, hallo there. Sorry for zhe bird, he is mein. I- err..

[He hesitates, as his hand floats there with a heavy thought he doesn't dare to spill. He couldn't speak his mind out. He looked stuck.]

[The white bird flies over to Scout.]

— 🫀🪽

{RED Scout backed up at the sound of the angry German voice with a chuckle. At first assuming it was the medic on his team, he squatted down to look at the dove that ran into him. He gently pokes at it, hoping that he didn't kill the poor thing. The one thing about that 'doctor' was that he really cared about his doves.}

{Seeing it twitch slightly he stood back up, still examining the bird at his feet until he heard the voice, now closer, say 'Socrates.' Socrates?}

{Jeremy stared back, confused but kind of intrigued. He's seen the other BLU Medic before, this one was really different. Especially in terms of choice of dress. He glanced from the hat to the wings to the dead looking stare.}

"Yeah, yeah its no big deal... uh..." {He paused and squinted at him.} "You look kinda new. 'What's with the whole get-up?--" {As he began to pace it was almost like a curious interrogation, he didn't seem to even pick up on the fact that this unfamiliar Medic had practically froze. He just kept on rambling.} "...Are those wings real? ...The hat's nice though. I like it! Maybe its better and you know, has an extra use, with these birds."

[He looked around to see if there was anyone else who was looking at him. Thankfully no one, but it was good to be cautious.]

Wouldn't say new, I fear. I take you have never er.. Nevermind.

[He just awkwardly stood there.]

[Just near his belt hung a shotgun that was usually only reserved for Scouts, which is odd. Sure, Scout may not be the brightest of the bunch (even though he will never admit that), he is pretty sure Medics aren't commonly seen with actual weapons (unless it's the Ubersaw, or something else). Seriously, this guy is really different, it's difficult to pinpoint what he is.]

[Such a curious sight.]

"...Are you alright?" {He shoved his hands in his pockets.} "And with that mumbling I was listenin' to. You're not a newbie? ... And if you were about to see you guess I've never seen you around. You'd be right. Or maybe I just never noticed you I guess..." {Scout cautiously looked at the 'Medic' with a bit more thought. Sometimes those odd looks was sometimes a dangerous look. It meant that a person knew something he didn't. He'd always instinctually check if anyone was armed, in combat or outside of combat, but he'd usually never expect Medics. He guessed that the Gravel Wars had dulled his perception a bit}

{... and that was a shotgun. A kind of shotgun that he's held before. One that he was used to firing. He looked away as if he was looking behind him. He didn't want to startle the guy, or ask questions that he wouldn't want, even if the guy did seem somewhat more quiet than the Medics he was used to. He guessed he shouldn't ask about anything too specific.}