RAUS, RAUS !

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Messenger sighed. Of course lockers would be out in the open. It’s not like the purpose of them is to keep stuff secure or anything. She swept a hand through her bangs to get them out of her eyes.

“Oh yeah that would be a little un-good if something happened. I’ll just keep my kit on me then.”

She grinned somewhat sheepishly. 

“Oh I’m glad. I would feel… bad? If he died…completely for nothing? To no end.” 

Her jaw clenched momentarily, but Messenger took a deep breath and tried to relax her face. This man had been her final test with the Administrator. Her first direct kill since…everything had happened. She felt sick thinking about it. Felt sick knowing she was about to see the body again. Felt like collapsing into her own ammunition and never coming out.

“And…heads up…his, well his head is not really…intact,” 

She’d had to struggle not to throw up directly following the shot.

“Oh! I can show you how to open the caps for retrieval with this one too,” Messenger pulled out one of the larger capsules, “So the non-impact opening code for this generation of caps is,” she handed the capsule to Medic, tapping the tip facing her for twisting, “left, left, right, left. Each is a quarter turn- you’ll feel it click into place. My whole kit is pretty decently idiot proofed…because of me. As a weapon, one wrong twist arms it, then with a second twist, or on impact, it explodes. Instead of popping open. Apparently this makes headshots… pretty nasty. Effective too, I guess, but then I lose a capsule and I can only get so many at a time, y’know? So it’s a last resort tactic to shoot armed caps.”

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  Whatever one was expecting from Mann Co. it couldn’t make up for their true absurdity of it all; it had certainly been unexpected, the first time he’d come to work for them in RED, how matters were treated and how people were regarded as unimportant unless they were clients -- but then again, he’s seen much worse anyway. It wasn’t that surprising. “Everyone serves a purpose,” he voiced, rubbing the back of his neck in a tired fashion.

  “Even when they die, their purpose might be to rot somewhere. It’s simple really. And don’t worry about the head, I’m sure I can give the rest of his body some use. Free organs or entire bodies don’t come in every day here, you know.” It was surprising that it didn’t, considering his line of work, but a whole body to experiment on and work with didn’t come in often; most o the time he had to work with bits and pieces of people instead. Yes, he’d definitely find something interesting to do with it.

oh boy i dont want to ramble but??? thank you for asking omg i dont ever get to talk about this in depth since the people i know aren’t as much into harry potter as i am

first of all, i want to say that he’s an alchemy teacher. everyone respects him because he has this frightening aura around him and no one dares cross him during his classes. he always has archimedes propped up on his shoulder or on his desk while teaching, and he’s not often seen talking to other teachers or students unless it’s necessary.

he has his own room at hogwarts, and he favours some students over others but it’s not a big thing of his. he’s a ravenclaw ( more of a slytherin tho deep down )