#uncannygears

“I understand your curiosity, but my answer’s still no.”

     A sharp click of her tongue accompanies the tapping of her pen ‘pon the clipboard in her hand, and a slight nodding of her head to try and wordlessly guide Megan into the more public lab of hers. One that was starkly different than the one Vasiliki kept closed off for everyone’s safety.      There was so much havoc and chaos that one little bacteria could cause after all.      Regardless, as the duo enter the clinic, the first thing that would have caught some people’s eye was how near spotless it was. If not for time staining all things, the area would have looked almost new; Instruments put away. No lingering stains to indicate bloodshed. If anything, the only thing out of place was a candle burning in the corner and the floral scent that wafted from it to wrap itself around the safe haven the doctor took upmost pride in.

 ✎ 10 Interaction Headcanons (open)

1. A little generic to begin with but, I feel as though Engineers and Heavies would naturally get along, seeing as they’re both weapons experts in their own rights. Maybe catch Megan and Misha able to talk about the mechanics of high power automatic weapons? With enough trust Megan could watch Heavy take Sasha apart.

2. Also going off your post! If Megan is really mind blown over Heavy’s shift in personality then he’s going to keep it up for as long as possible. “Screaming on  battlefield? I do not know what you are talking about. Have I mentioned my family is very big?” 

3. Megan’s entire personality would perplex Heavy. A punky confident girl with the arrogance of his Scout, but a true genius beneath. Another strong personality from the Western world that he’d have to get used to.

4. Misha is fully aware that Fortress is a goddamn laughing stock. He doesn’t really care. And while he would appear standoffish towards the high ranked teams such as Citadel, internally he is genuinely impressed by their skills

5. I know you said she only claims to be a mad scientist but–Misha has had more than enough experience with interacting with that type of person. No quirks she could have would outdo his own Medic, so I think he’d have good patience in their interactions.

6. I love that you pointed out how opposite they are in attitude! With Heavy being so calm and Megan so passionate! Just wanted to say it again! AH

7. Oh also maybe a bit of that “Guns/machines are better than people” Mood sometimes. What I mean is like, Misha 110% gets wanting to isolate yourself away from people and just having some time to yourself and an object you’re devoted to.

8. He doesn’t understand Citadel's deal with socks but he’s never gonna ask. But maybe he’ll ask his sisters. Also I imagine Megan and any of Heavy’s sisters would be absolute chaos. Lots of spunky strong girls who get in fights. Misha would need a lie-down and an aspirin and just kinda hopes that they don’t get dragged into her team.

9. Following on from the sister thing, I hc that Misha had to pick out and buy a lot of clothing and make-up for his sisters to send off to Siberia, and since his team is a bunch of clueless men and his own grasp on women’s fashion isn’t the best, he’d probably try to enlist the help of someone like Megan to drag around some American department store (I could honestly spend forever thinking about this aksjdhajksh)

     To say that Jean was surprised at the development would have been a lie; Late nights happened no matter who you were, but sixty-one hours was a long stretch that should have sent someone to the grave, or wind up killing them before they hit the ground. What was truly shocking in all of this was that Megan had been able to make the drink in her hands without setting fire to herself or the base (if the steam rising from the cup had been any indicator that it was more than just water).

     “Sixty- Jesus Christ, Meg-” Worry and disbelief furrowed the woman’s brow as she stepped to her friend who looked nothing short of dead on her feet; Reminiscent of a fresh corpse with the last few, weak strings of life attached to it. There was temptation to take the mug from her grasp; Hand raising before eventually settling on the back of a shoulder blade.      It was easier to keep her standing that way. Least a stiff breeze break into the base and wind up knocking Megan over.

“What’s been keepin’ you up?”

     Honestly, just from knowing the other woman, the options were limitless for what could have been causing this sixty-one hour dead sprint she seemed so enthralled in. New ideas. New inventions. New problems to chase after. Perhaps one she just didn’t figure out yet, but it wasn’t a reason to harm one’s self over (or at least, that’s what Jean believed).

— @uncannygears  //  Gladiator (Sentence Starters)

for her efforts, megan earns a hearty laugh  as Medic drags himself up from where he’s been scrubbing at a stubbornly reddish patch of floor. Conversations are best had when one’s not slipping and sliding about on the floor and dripping in blood, after all. And so he props himself against the edge of one counter across the lab and turns with a tilt of the head, a curious eye, towards Merricks. It’s a strange question given the moment. Medic isn’t all too sure himself how the current situation – and a laboratory floor’s worth of blood and gore between the two of them, a product of an experiment gone explosively wrong – provides any indication that he’s as of late softened to the point … and to the point of something as unconvincing as goodness. 

Medic, a good man — ha, imagine that… !

“ A sudden question, ”  he challenges in turn, a brow cocking in amusement and only barely-masked disbelief. He drops his towel in the bucket of blood he’s toting in the crook of one elbow – and a pair of now thoroughly unused boxers, though wrapped and well-hidden inside the towel for the sake of company. Unseemly habits that he never seems to be able to shake … though he supposes it might help if he relocated his underwear to a supply cabinet that isn’t shared with the laboratory’s non-hazardous cleaning supplies. 

He’s sure Merricks would understand anyway: how one can root himself so deeply into his work that his days are eaten thoroughly through by the haze of ambitions and countless trials and numerous more errors. Small deterrences, really, if the pursuit for knowledge is only feverish enough … work becomes a process so involved to the point he begins to live and to breathe it. It’s no surprise that a man like Medic lives out of his laboratories more than he does his own bedroom in the base.

😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?Yes. She’s more cheerful, and sometimes will just laugh out of giddiness when she thinks of the person. It can look a little crazy and random to people who can’t see what she’s thinking. Maria’s someone who finds home in people and obvious affection. She’s used to being alone and having strictly working relationships, but having romantic or platonic ones put her in a way happier mental place.

Wilhelm has always been drawn to books more than people and his parents never pushed him to branch out to make more friends nor was it a priority. Whatever book he could find he devoured the knowledge with an almost insatiable need. He was drawn to works of nonfiction, journals, biographies - anything that was grounded to the real world over fiction because he wanted to remember every aspect of how unforgiving life truly was and could never loose himself in the empty promises of something better in fiction. Before hitting puberty Wilhelm was a pretty homely and plain boy, having no notable features aesthetically and never drew the eye of anyone. His solitary personality that kept him to himself was actually beneficial to during WW2 where a large portion of childhood memories are hiding in whatever family was kind enough to shelter them.