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@doctorbonk
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Yo wazzup I'm the freaking Scout! And I'm a hotdog! Cool with that? Cool? Cool.
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Why do you like Monty so much if he hates you?
Ahahahah . . . Perhaps you've been mistaken, mein freund.
I don't like him. Not in zhe way I'd call him a friend. He wouldn't. And some may say I love him. I don't. I really don't. I think of him like a duty. An obligation. He needs me to stay alive, I need him to learn more of medicine. Mutually beneficial, ja?
If he knew alternative options, he wouldn't be going to me, anyway.
He needs me.
- 🫀🪽
{🌴🪽}
A feeling of restlessness washes over the doctor.
Currently back at his hiding place, which just so happens to be his old building when he was still a Medic, Bonk looked down at his desk where a mess of papers scattered around him like a storm of thoughts. Here, there, that, this lead, that evidence . . .
He couldn't remember how long it has been since he came back to Teufort to find Johnny. He couldn't bear to leave him down here — if he was ever here at all in the first place. Perhaps if there was a sign of his existence anywhere else, it would comfort him atleast, because the uncertainty drained him dry of mercy. He had to be here somewhere, it had to.
As he sat there with his pen clicking anxiously, his mind wandered somewhere else.
He remembered his team. His BLU team.
He remembered Johnny, of course. His hase. He remembered when he cut his long hair. He remembered the smile he always got to see out of him. "Hey Doc, look at this!" "Hey Doc, look at that!" He was energetic, constantly up and running as all Scouts are. The doctor noticed that pattern. They always run, no matter what. Even when Johnny asked him if he could help change his appearance to be more of a man's, the doctor always supported it. He was his favorite.
Dmitri was one he remembered next. He was friends with him, you could maybe call them best friends. He was a good sport, of course. He was chill when Bonk was fiddling around with his organs for some medical knowledge he may not be able to aqquire anywhere else. He was grounded, and stable. It was a really rare sight to see, concerning the nature of their jobs, but it was comforting to some. He remembered their last conversation over the phone.
"Doktor. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure of that, mein friend. I need to. I have to. It's— It's the only way around."
" . . . Don't die, Doktor."
"I won't."
As more memories flooded back, his mind wandered to the other members.
Simply put, they hated him. They hated the doctor. Maybe except for Leaf, but that's because they are probably the most scariest out of the team aside from himself. Bonk didn't know exactly why, but by how they look at him, it wasn't necessarily out of pure malice, but out of fear. He wasn't the most stable member, if he were to be honest with himself. They saw him as unsettling, creepy, and sometimes downright insane, which wasn't too far off. He thought that ever since they weren't together anymore, they probably all felt some sort of relief out of it. Gott, they probably did. They all went to their own seperate lives, probably living somewhere else that wasn't in goddamn New Mexico.
Like Monty.
If there was anyone else who consumed his mind, it had to be him. Fuck, it had to be him, didn't it?
They barely talked during their days as coworkers. Sure, he healed him, patched him up, sometimes ubered him, but that's it. They were strictly on business, and he, like others, didn't like him personally. Then he moved to the Bahamas after retirement. He did kill a few people during a mental breakdown, and is definitely being chased by the government, but hey, that's nothing new.
He should have just been another faint memory. He would have.
Then Monty started to come to him every now and then. The reason? His liver. He was a drunkard who likes to drink all his problems away from what Bonk could gather. Monty didn't even like asking Bonk for help, he didn't let him heal his eye, so when the doctor saw him for the first time asking for a transplant, he was perplexed. Not that he'd deny him that, of course, the man was gonna die and he was either gonna die right there or beat him up into a pulp before he gets to.
So he visits. Walks all the way from Albuquerque to here just to get a transplant. Why Monty wouldn't go to detox instead is a mystery, but that's not to be questioned eitherway. Gives Bonk more reasons to kill people and harvest organs.
The German sat still on his desk, now with a completely different thinking in mind, as he reaches out to one of his drawers.
He grabs a rolled sheet of paper, and unfolds it. It's Monty's x-rays front and back. It was really well made, and he really needed it to learn more about anatomy indepth. He had all of the bones meticulously labelled, every inch, every crevices. He had to beg Monty for it, which he had to oblige. Who would deny the doctor the chance to know his medicine?
He stared at it for a long time. It was a calming sight for him, to look at this. It almost drowned out everything else.
Until a knock broke out the silence.
It wasn't a small one, either. It was hard, heavy. Aggressive. He wasn't expecting any guest today, who the hell is up and about on his damn building?
"What?"
He sat up from his chair cautiously, and walked towards the door. Before he could even put his hand on the handle, the figure outside already opened the door.
"Monty?"
The Scot was leaning against the frame, obviously drunk but not so. Probably the most sober he's seen the guy, and that's saying something concerning how he could never get his hands atleast one bottle a day.
"Need a new bloody liver," Monty grunted. He slowly started to move forward towards the doctor, who kept his distance.
"How zhe hell did you even get here? I thought you'd atleast care to tell me you're coming."
"Do I even care when my life is on the fecken' line?"
"Vell, it would be more convenient if you told me, Monty."
Bonk sighed. He took a glance at his desk, and realized the x-rays were still at the table. He quickly rushed to the table and shoved it somewhere before Monty could even look at him. Thankfully the bastard was too busy doing whatever else, so crisis averted right there. And then another crisis came afterwards, which is Monty himself, who decides to back him in a corner.
"You're taking too long, König," Monty grumbled under his breath, almost growling.
"Can't you just wait? I'm setting things up for you, did you expect me to read your mind before you came to mein building out of nowhere??"
"And what? Kill myself? Don't be fuckin' ridiculous."
"Atleast it would teach you not to drink your liver away—"
Before he could even continue, Monty's fist already found its way to his stomach, his breath and soul leaving his body and pain returned right after. Monty's hand crept into the other's neck and tightened his grip, choking him.
"Don't get bloody smart with me, Doc. Either get me another liver, or I'll blow yer brains out. And I do it real good. Y'hear me, lad?"
Bonk could only reluctantly spit out a few words, "Fine, fine!"
He lets go. The doctor was left against the wall gasping for air. It took a while until he finally got his marbles together, adjusting his collar before sighing to himself.
This is gonna be a very long night, isn't it?
- 🫀🪽
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[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 smiles at the same white bird, Socrates(?), that flew over.} "Hey, look, he agrees with me! -- Yeah, I figured that if Medic wore a hat one day they could use the brim as a kinda perch. Oh, you know what, I'm gonna ask your bird some questions too, I think we're gonna be pals now. Me and your bird." {He pretended to listen to it.} "Uh-huh, Uh-huh. Oh I get it. He was flying like crazy because he smelled our Spy from a mile away. 'Yeah, yeah. He smells."
[The older gentleman stared at Scout in silence, almost as if remembering things only he understood. He looked... uncomfortable? Lost? Longing? Longing. But it faded away once he got his shit together, taking a breath.]
[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.]
- 🫀🪽
{Scout looked back at 'new' Medic after a good 5 minutes of being pre-occupied by the bird, seeming to never run out of nonsense to talk about; whatever jokes and one liners to say about the whole thing. At seeing the older man's facial expression, Scout's string of chuckles began slowing down and decreasing in volume until there was silence from both parties. He noted the fact he was looking around and glanced around as well.}
"...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.}
"Who are you anyway?"
Err—
[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.
- 🫀🪽
{Scout smiles sort of warmly. He thought he might like getting to know this armed Medic guy. And it’s been a while since he’s talked to anyone outside of his own team.}
“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.”
“Well. That’s besides me, though.”
[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.]
- 🫀🪽
{Scout, noticing the Doctor's smile, smiled back and playfully punched him in the shoulder. Maybe the guy really was the friendly type. Which was nice, it meant a little more company. He was sure they could be friends. He wasn't a BLU, anyway.} "Hey! o you do got a little sense of humor on ya. 'Was thinking you're one of those 'I don't smile' types. No offense."
{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!
Miss P..!"
[And then, just as quickly, Scout went away.]
[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.]
- 🫀🪽
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[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 smiles at the same white bird, Socrates(?), that flew over.} "Hey, look, he agrees with me! -- Yeah, I figured that if Medic wore a hat one day they could use the brim as a kinda perch. Oh, you know what, I'm gonna ask your bird some questions too, I think we're gonna be pals now. Me and your bird." {He pretended to listen to it.} "Uh-huh, Uh-huh. Oh I get it. He was flying like crazy because he smelled our Spy from a mile away. 'Yeah, yeah. He smells."
[The older gentleman stared at Scout in silence, almost as if remembering things only he understood. He looked... uncomfortable? Lost? Longing? Longing. But it faded away once he got his shit together, taking a breath.]
[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.]
- 🫀🪽
{Scout looked back at 'new' Medic after a good 5 minutes of being pre-occupied by the bird, seeming to never run out of nonsense to talk about; whatever jokes and one liners to say about the whole thing. At seeing the older man's facial expression, Scout's string of chuckles began slowing down and decreasing in volume until there was silence from both parties. He noted the fact he was looking around and glanced around as well.}
"...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.}
"Who are you anyway?"
Err—
[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.
- 🫀🪽
{Scout smiles sort of warmly. He thought he might like getting to know this armed Medic guy. And it’s been a while since he’s talked to anyone outside of his own team.}
“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.”
“Well. That’s besides me, though.”
[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.]
- 🫀🪽
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[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 smiles at the same white bird, Socrates(?), that flew over.} "Hey, look, he agrees with me! -- Yeah, I figured that if Medic wore a hat one day they could use the brim as a kinda perch. Oh, you know what, I'm gonna ask your bird some questions too, I think we're gonna be pals now. Me and your bird." {He pretended to listen to it.} "Uh-huh, Uh-huh. Oh I get it. He was flying like crazy because he smelled our Spy from a mile away. 'Yeah, yeah. He smells."
[The older gentleman stared at Scout in silence, almost as if remembering things only he understood. He looked... uncomfortable? Lost? Longing? Longing. But it faded away once he got his shit together, taking a breath.]
[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.]
- 🫀🪽
{Scout looked back at 'new' Medic after a good 5 minutes of being pre-occupied by the bird, seeming to never run out of nonsense to talk about; whatever jokes and one liners to say about the whole thing. At seeing the older man's facial expression, Scout's string of chuckles began slowing down and decreasing in volume until there was silence from both parties. He noted the fact he was looking around and glanced around as well.}
"...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.}
"Who are you anyway?"
Err—
[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.
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[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.]
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{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 smiles at the same white bird, Socrates(?), that flew over.} "Hey, look, he agrees with me! -- Yeah, I figured that if Medic wore a hat one day they could use the brim as a kinda perch. Oh, you know what, I'm gonna ask your bird some questions too, I think we're gonna be pals now. Me and your bird." {He pretended to listen to it.} "Uh-huh, Uh-huh. Oh I get it. He was flying like crazy because he smelled our Spy from a mile away. 'Yeah, yeah. He smells."
[The older gentleman stared at Scout in silence, almost as if remembering things only he understood. He looked... uncomfortable? Lost? Longing? Longing. But it faded away once he got his shit together, taking a breath.]
[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.]
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Doc! Doc! Look at me! Take a pic, the chicken is gon' get cold! Awe, man, I look so awesome!
Thanks, Doc! You're the best! HAHA!
. . . I just like zhe drink. Zhat's all. It's good refreshment.
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Vell aren't you such a curious one, ja? Why so? Do you really like what you see, hm?
Though I already have someone zhat I think of, it's not like I mind if someone else comes my way. The one I'm thinking of is... away somewhere else anyway. He hates me. Be open-minded, that's what my Scout says. Ah, he's always like that.
So yes, I am single. However, don't expect me seeing.. er.. fitting zhe heteronormative standard. I see no interest in women. Sorry ladies.
I wonder if he is too.
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you look a lot like @blue-medic-tf2
Vell, I wouldn't blame you. I've heard a lot of zhat anyway. However, I am a former BLU Medic, I'm not working anymore. I work for myself, you see. You don't want to know what happened.
Though, I do presume that Medic must have come before me. Dr. Friedrich, ja? As much as I do not know him, I can assure he might be more qualified than I am at being a Medic, if you catch my drift. I don't have an actual license at all, they banned me before I got to ze medical school.. dummkophs.
There are many BLU Medics nowadays. I wonder why...
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I hate to barge on somebody's.. er.. business, but I think you look high. On drugs. Did you sniff something?? Please tell me you didn't.
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"Oh... you're soooo blue. I love blue, so much. Hehehe. I don't remember a thing — I'm a flying cat girl. Kurnya!"
[He purred and laughed. Then he slipped and fell.]
Now zhis is just saddening, and I thought being a Spy is already pitful. Mein Gott, I normally do not care for you RED fraüleins, but you are really out of your usual, Herr Spy. Where's your Medic???
"He flew off on the wings of love! He said he'd be back, but some evil gremlin hit him in the face with a frying pan... pffff a frying pan! That word's hilarious."
[Silence . . .]
You're on your own, Baguette.
. . . Gott, I need a drink. Or two.
