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"Do you eat birdseed?... Or is that insensitive to ask?"
"I do occasionally enjoy millet and seed; but I am still very much a man too so I need normal food." Hartmut was wondering who had spread that bird seed rumor yet again? He ate more bugs than seed, and his love for pretzels and pickles was well known within the base.
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Send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody | accepting
The world was a confusing smear of pain, colors, and a relentless rain. His back was against the wall, legs soaked where they lay on the pavement of the alley. The cold sting of rain felt good against the swollen half of his face, but sharp as needles where it dug into split skin.
Four people had jumped him. One was unconscious or dead, further down the alley, two more had staggered off carrying a third. He wasn't even sure what they'd wanted, two had grabbed him and battle instinct swallowed the German entirely. His left arm was broken, his bad leg was howling in pain, and his glasses were somewhere on the ground, probably submerged in a puddle. He doubted his ability to find them in broad daylight, let alone the pitch black of the storm.
A lightning flash and a slosh of feet through water brought his attention screaming to another human being in that alley, and the revolver he carried was in his hand in an instant. Fritz had no hope of hitting any target in that screaming dark with no glasses, and he blinked through the water that sluiced through his sopping black hair.
"Who are you!?"
"Oi, howzit 'angin' hardhat? If ya bored, would ya be interested in not bein' bored?"
The others snickered as Caroline looked around, stunned. "Uh, me?" she asked, her freckled cheeks burning bright red. She pointed to herself in disbelief, then looked around again, only to see the other Engineers had disappeared like cockroaches under the fridge. "What, uh, what'd you need, stra-... stretch?"
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“Nein Danke,” he declined, though mentally noting how it did smell more expensive than most cheap packs of menthols. It had a touch of cinnamon in it, which made it the only redeeming and tolerable aspect. Vin did not smoke nor did he plan to, but he wasn’t going to tell someone not to do so either. “T’is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
“So how long have you been employed at Mann Co.?” A simple question to start with, though as of right now, it was the only thing they had in common. Striking up a conversation about one’s employment usually isn’t the best route to go do when meeting them for the first time, but what else could he talk about? Perhaps they’ll change subject in the middle of their conversation. This could go anywhere. So long as he behaved.
The doctor easily outran the Pyro, looking around for the Soldier he had been pocketing. When he saw the man’s detached arm, he realized why he hadn’t been much of a defense. “Feh. Pointless meat shield,” he muttered, ducking into cover to reload his syringe gun as his Medigun hummed on his back. So close to the ubercharge...
His health slowly returned as he caught his breath, peeking around the edge of the door frame for any incoming enemies or useful allies. Just a few more seconds... And, lucky day, a Heavy was lumbering towards his hiding place, mowing a few BLUs down. He just hoped his teammate would make it in time.
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It was almost three and Natasha is once again checking her stuff if everything is there. From the masks to the choice of swords too since Jack probably has never done fencing before. Nonetheless, it will be fun teaching him how to sword fight.
Once she went over to the BLU’s side, the Sniper saw the van, taking note for the familiar bullet marks placement she saw the night before until the van door opened and a familiar man exit in sight. There he is. Natasha whistle to get his attention as she walked towards him. “Hey there, darling. Slept well?”
"Uh, 'ow do Oi say this... Yer a credit to tha team, Soldier." Jack went for an awkward salute.
"Well...it's about damn time someone said it." Johnny never received praise that was dripping sarcasm. She could tell but she often went with it to fuel her own ego, out of spite of whomever was teasing her at the time. But the lanky BLU seemed genuine.
"We'll get you up to my level soon enough, but be warned, others here are rather intimidatee by improvement. So don't take it too harsh when they start acting like asses. They just feel threated when youngin's show them up!"
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"hallo! Nice to see another blu!" Hartmut was arm with a stick and a glass gar as he attempted to tease something out of a hole in the near-bye rock. "Its really hot out here, ach no come out. Maybe when its cooler not even the spiders want to come out."
