probably going to havenrpg

[overdosing]

I am beginning to notice a trend with the potential homes you are eying up for me, mundane. Ja, eying - like a wide-eyed, greedy little child who has been let loose inside a süßwarengeschäft. I have seen that look many times before with Heavy right before he shoves some innocent chocolate bar or some such other sweet down his throat. Don't think for one second that I can't see it in your eyes.

Abduction, conspiracy, the threat of senseless brutality and torture... Ja, it sounds like a charming little retreat away from home, but you have yet to address one very vital issue: why must I be without my equipment? And, more importantly...

Why can't I take Archimedes?

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[hasstandards]

Because mundanes like to watch us squirm.

[overdosing]

And I like to dissect men. Ironic how only one of us seems to have any self control.

[hasstandards]

That's how they are, Doc. No sense in a one of 'em. I can tell you that much from dealin' with mine.

[overdosing]

Yes, but you are...

[he gestures helplessly, frowning.]

...Nice. If anyone would have any luck with convincing their mundane to treat them respectfully, you and Engineer seem like you would have the best luck.

[hasstandards]

... Me. Nice.

[This might be the first time he's ever had a Medic tell him that. Or probably anyone other than Pyro.]

[overdosing]

[god what a gross word. he's going to have to wash his mouth out later.]

Ja, ja! I never said it was often!

[hasstandards]

Right. I think the word you're lookin' for is polite. Or professional.

[Nice. Really, Medic.]

[overdosing]

The level of your professionalism varies between when you are and aren't flinging your rancid jars of urine at our opponents.

You have - ah, how does that saying go? Oh, yes: hit rock bottom.

[hasstandards]

Hey, that's Jarate. It's an art.

eeee haven

[medick]

[ he's chuckling because guess who got to take his bird to a hideous game at least, so this makes him feel better. casually strokes his own on the head with a finger.

slight schadenfreude, even though it's himself. ]

[overdosing]

[slight fuck-you-you're-lucky-you're-me-otherwise-I'd-have-your-kidney-cut-out-by-now.

...both-of-them.

and-your-spleen-too.]

1/2

[medick]

[ narcissism pls.

coo coo coo. ]

[medick]

I have dealt with that problem myself when mine has been scurrying about for such places — bah. Just for a short time, however, before I gave her the solution.

[ spoiler: just a little. ]

[overdosing]

[he perks up.]

Through a transorbital lobotomy?

[medick]

Don't excite me, now. My heart cannot take it. [ because it's always exciting to use a scalpel. ] But nein. I simply leave the Fräulein with a Schrödinger's cat.

[pocketsurgeon]

Und vy don't you get to take any of your equipment? Zat hardly makes sense.

[overdosing]

Because I am not allowed. Because the intent of this place is to teach us all about the value of inner strength and learning how to be resourceful and how we were our own greatest weapons all this time. Or something like that.

Foolish sentiments for dummköpfs like my mundane.

[pocketsurgeon]

Inner stregzh? You could simply increase your bone density and obtain ze same result. Hardly seems worzh it.

Vell, I suppose you vill haff to raid hospitals for new supplies as I haff ein zis Paradise place. It's .. sufficient.

[overdosing]

That's what I've been saying all this time! Why people are so quick to claim that their heart is their strongest weapon before I've even had a chance to cut it out and replace it is beyond me. [bunch of stupid heads, i tell ya what.]

Perhaps I will occupy myself with finding the necessary components to recreate my prototype medigun. That would be a worthy project.

[pocketsurgeon]

Pft. Hearts never bludgeoned somevon to deazh. Hearts are easily squished or shot or electrocuted into nicht vorking anymore.

[Pause as he's thinking. Uh-oh, bad sign.]

I vonder how a heart vould do as a weapon. Ze ventricles are strong enuff to take substantial damage.

[overdosing]

Shouldn't you already know the answer, diebin? That uber technology had to have come from somewhere.

[spoilers: he's still buttmad.]

[pocketsurgeon]

I meant as a physical weapon dummkompf.

[Mental image of Medic running into battle with a still beating heart at the end of a stick.]

Zink of ze possibilities! You can improve on ze heart implant, maybe make a full body implant, ja?

[quickly]

Hahaha~

Have fun there, Doc!

[overdosing]

No difficult task for me, I'm sure. I suppose I can't convince you to tag along?

Happen to have a Plurk?

[quickly]

Lucky for you, my mun's been lookin' for a serious game ta put me in. She's already sending me to some weird school but this Haven place seems like what she's been lookin' for.