Guten tag. I am zhe doctor for RED. You vill find mein doves here as vell, particularly Archimedes. He cannot keep his nose out of sings. Literally.

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A whimpering noise sounded outside the door to the infirmary. Jedrick stood outside, unsure whether or not to go in. In his current state he was rather dangerous, and didn't want to hurt anybody. A few nights ago he had been bitten by a werewolf, and he had grown a few feet taller than the other mercenaries during the change and was covered in auburn fur. He swished his tail anxiously.

pyrosketch:

zhat-medic:

What the hell was that? A dog? Something was outside Medic’s door and it was whimpering pitifully. Not wishing to spend the evening listening to the noise, he sighed and got up from his chair. It was probably one of his teammates’ animals, confused and lost. 

Medic reached the door and opened it. His eyes widened and his lips parted. He was face to face with a werewolf.

The wolf-ish Pyro pinches the space between his eyes. He then wrote R.E.D. on his front, telling the Medic that he was on R.E.D. Then he scratched ‘B.L.U.’ on the paper, then drawing arrows toward the two people. Jedrick drew a symbol for friendship on the page with his claws.

He was highly frustrated, not being able to speak, write, or draw in this form angered him greatly. What I wouldn’t give for a box of matches.

"BLU team members attacked… by you?" Medic guessed again. "You vere nearly murdered?"

He bumped the back of his head against the wall and pinched the space between his eyes again. He quickly scratched ‘me’ next to the man fighting off the werewolf who was attacking the BLUs. He then scratched in ‘friends’ next to the BLUs. He circles the werewolf.

'Bit me.'

"Do not be so frustrated," Medic said. "I am doing zhe best I can vhis black und vhite pictures."

He peered down at the edited drawing.

"So zhese BLUs are your friends who vere being attacked, und zhe circled werewolf bit you as you defended zhem?"

answered 10 minutes ago @ 19 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source
A whimpering noise sounded outside the door to the infirmary. Jedrick stood outside, unsure whether or not to go in. In his current state he was rather dangerous, and didn't want to hurt anybody. A few nights ago he had been bitten by a werewolf, and he had grown a few feet taller than the other mercenaries during the change and was covered in auburn fur. He swished his tail anxiously.

pyrosketch:

zhat-medic:

What the hell was that? A dog? Something was outside Medic’s door and it was whimpering pitifully. Not wishing to spend the evening listening to the noise, he sighed and got up from his chair. It was probably one of his teammates’ animals, confused and lost. 

Medic reached the door and opened it. His eyes widened and his lips parted. He was face to face with a werewolf.

Well, there went his pen. He should not have been surprised that it happened, yet he found himself mildly taken aback by the sight of it splitting open. Well, at least it hadn’t been broken on purpose.

Jedrick used the ink within the pen and began drawing out a little story. Medic watched as it unfolded on the paper.

"A group of people?" Medic guessed. "You und a group of teammates… You saw a creature attacking your teammates?" 

A new drawing began.

"Ehhh…. You picked up a weapon und tried to help your kamerads. Und as you fought, you vere bitten. Correct?"

The wolf-ish Pyro pinches the space between his eyes. He then wrote R.E.D. on his front, telling the Medic that he was on R.E.D. Then he scratched ‘B.L.U.’ on the paper, then drawing arrows toward the two people. Jedrick drew a symbol for friendship on the page with his claws.

He was highly frustrated, not being able to speak, write, or draw in this form angered him greatly. What I wouldn’t give for a box of matches.

"BLU team members attacked… by you?" Medic guessed again. "You vere nearly murdered?"

answered 43 minutes ago @ 19 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source
A whimpering noise sounded outside the door to the infirmary. Jedrick stood outside, unsure whether or not to go in. In his current state he was rather dangerous, and didn't want to hurt anybody. A few nights ago he had been bitten by a werewolf, and he had grown a few feet taller than the other mercenaries during the change and was covered in auburn fur. He swished his tail anxiously.

pyrosketch:

zhat-medic:

What the hell was that? A dog? Something was outside Medic’s door and it was whimpering pitifully. Not wishing to spend the evening listening to the noise, he sighed and got up from his chair. It was probably one of his teammates’ animals, confused and lost. 

Medic reached the door and opened it. His eyes widened and his lips parted. He was face to face with a werewolf.

"Or maybe you could write by dipping your claw into some ink if zhe traditional method does not vork."

The doctor held a finger up and walked off to fetch a pen and pad of paper. He returned with the things very quickly and held both objects out.

"Vorth a shot."

He shrugged again. I supposed it is worth a shot. He slowly held out his hand, trying to hold the writing utensil correctly. He quickly got frustrated and accidentally broke it with a whimper. The he stuck his claw into the ink of the pen and scratched some sort of cave-drawing-looking story onto it.

It began with him looking out the window and seeing the silhouette of a creature trying to break into the BLU Base. He drew out his friends. One appeared to be a BLU Scout, the other  a Medic. Then it showed the creature trying to attack them with an ‘x’ through it, showing he did not want this. Then it showed hi running out with an ax, fighting the creature. It bit him in the throat, but not before he got some good shots in.

The he wiped the ink on his fur and sat against the wall with a whimper.

Well, there went his pen. He should not have been surprised that it happened, yet he found himself mildly taken aback by the sight of it splitting open. Well, at least it hadn’t been broken on purpose.

Jedrick used the ink within the pen and began drawing out a little story. Medic watched as it unfolded on the paper.

"A group of people?" Medic guessed. "You und a group of teammates… You saw a creature attacking your teammates?" 

A new drawing began.

"Ehhh…. You picked up a weapon und tried to help your kamerads. Und as you fought, you vere bitten. Correct?"

answered 1 hour ago @ 19 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source
"Stay there. I'll make ya breakfast."

ask-irl-red-femsniper:

zhat-medic:

zhat-medic:

He was hungry. He couldn’t deny that fact as his stomach rumbled. He’d been up before dawn and hadn’t yet taken the time to grab something to eat.

"You do not have to do zhat, Fraulein," Medic humbly protested. 

-

"D’Artagnan not letting you cook for him strikes me as mildly odd und yet is not at all out of his personality."

"I have enjoyed zhis meal very much," the doctor continued. He grabbed the as of yet untouched bread and jam. With his fork he scooped up some jam and slapped it on top of the bread, then spread it out. "Danke."

"He insists on spoilin’ me instead of the other way around. Then again, he jus’ wants me ta be happy an’ I can’t deny him that."

Amelia smiled and nodded.

"You’re welcome," she replied. "I’m glad ya like it."

"Still, he ought to allow you to repay him for cooking you meals," Medic replied. "Zhat is not unreasonable."

The doctor took a bite of the jam-covered bread. It was delightfully crispy but not burnt and the jam was a pleasant strawberry flavor. Just sweet enough.

"Is zhis jam home-made as vell?" he asked, holding up the toast.

answered 1 hour ago @ 19 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source
"Stay there. I'll make ya breakfast."

ask-irl-red-femsniper:

zhat-medic:

zhat-medic:

He was hungry. He couldn’t deny that fact as his stomach rumbled. He’d been up before dawn and hadn’t yet taken the time to grab something to eat.

"You do not have to do zhat, Fraulein," Medic humbly protested. 

-

"Maybe not technically," he agreed. "I may no longer have mein license. Zhis is true. But I do still have all zhe knowledge.”

The German couldn’t help but smirk at her.

"More free meals should I not look after meinself? Heh. Zhat is a very interesting vay of threatening me. In fact vhan could argue it almost encourages eating poorly.”

The man stabbed the remaining sausage with his fork and took a bite.

"Especially if zhe deal meant more food of zhis quality."

The Sniper chuckled a little.

"Well, if D’Artagnan won’t let me cook for him, then I see no problem in spoilin’ ya every once in a while," she mused. "I barely get ta cook as it is, but I’m glad that ya enjoy the food."

"D’Artagnan not letting you cook for him strikes me as mildly odd und yet is not at all out of his personality."

"I have enjoyed zhis meal very much," the doctor continued. He grabbed the as of yet untouched bread and jam. With his fork he scooped up some jam and slapped it on top of the bread, then spread it out. "Danke."

answered 1 hour ago @ 19 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source
A whimpering noise sounded outside the door to the infirmary. Jedrick stood outside, unsure whether or not to go in. In his current state he was rather dangerous, and didn't want to hurt anybody. A few nights ago he had been bitten by a werewolf, and he had grown a few feet taller than the other mercenaries during the change and was covered in auburn fur. He swished his tail anxiously.

pyrosketch:

zhat-medic:

What the hell was that? A dog? Something was outside Medic’s door and it was whimpering pitifully. Not wishing to spend the evening listening to the noise, he sighed and got up from his chair. It was probably one of his teammates’ animals, confused and lost. 

Medic reached the door and opened it. His eyes widened and his lips parted. He was face to face with a werewolf.

Jedrick was trying very hard to communicate without his voice, this much was evident. He first pointed to his throat: he couldn’t talk. Easy enough to interpret. Then he made another set of motions with his arms and teeth. 

"Somesing about punching und biting? A fight?"

"Vould you be able two communicate besser if I gave you pen und paper?" he asked. "I have a feeling gestures vill only go so far before zhey are tough to understand."

He sighed. Then shrugged. If I can even write in this form. He could scratch words on walls yes, but that was a lot different.

"Or maybe you could write by dipping your claw into some ink if zhe traditional method does not vork."

The doctor held a finger up and walked off to fetch a pen and pad of paper. He returned with the things very quickly and held both objects out.

"Vorth a shot."

answered 2 hours ago @ 19 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source
A whimpering noise sounded outside the door to the infirmary. Jedrick stood outside, unsure whether or not to go in. In his current state he was rather dangerous, and didn't want to hurt anybody. A few nights ago he had been bitten by a werewolf, and he had grown a few feet taller than the other mercenaries during the change and was covered in auburn fur. He swished his tail anxiously.

pyrosketch:

zhat-medic:

What the hell was that? A dog? Something was outside Medic’s door and it was whimpering pitifully. Not wishing to spend the evening listening to the noise, he sighed and got up from his chair. It was probably one of his teammates’ animals, confused and lost. 

Medic reached the door and opened it. His eyes widened and his lips parted. He was face to face with a werewolf.

The werewolf barked at him, then began clawing the wall.

'Jedrick'

Jedrick… Jed- 

"Vhan of our pyros?" Medic asked. "Do you know how you came to be a werewolf?"

Jedrick nodded briskly before pointing at his throat, making a noise of frustration. But I cannot speak. Then he made a fight motion, before snapping his jaws. He was trying to tell the German what happened, but wasn’t doing so well.

Jedrick was trying very hard to communicate without his voice, this much was evident. He first pointed to his throat: he couldn’t talk. Easy enough to interpret. Then he made another set of motions with his arms and teeth. 

"Somesing about punching und biting? A fight?"

"Vould you be able two communicate besser if I gave you pen und paper?" he asked. "I have a feeling gestures vill only go so far before zhey are tough to understand."

answered 2 hours ago @ 19 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source
"Stay there. I'll make ya breakfast."

ask-irl-red-femsniper:

zhat-medic:

zhat-medic:

He was hungry. He couldn’t deny that fact as his stomach rumbled. He’d been up before dawn and hadn’t yet taken the time to grab something to eat.

"You do not have to do zhat, Fraulein," Medic humbly protested. 

-

"I vas only curious," he replied. Medic cut a small chunk of sausage from the link on his plate with the side of his fork and then ate it.

"It is not often teammates offer me food. Not entire meals anyvay." He took a drink from his glass of orange juice.

The doctor chuckled at the mention of health.

"Funny you should say zhat to a doctor."

Amelia smirked and took a sip of coffee from her mug.

"Technically, you’re not a doctor," she reminded him. "But it is a bit ironic. You should really be lookin’ after yourself, Doc. Otherwise, I’ll jus’ have ta start cookin’ more often for ya."

"Maybe not technically," he agreed. "I may no longer have mein license. Zhis is true. But I do still have all zhe knowledge.”

The German couldn’t help but smirk at her.

"More free meals should I not look after meinself? Heh. Zhat is a very interesting vay of threatening me. In fact vhan could argue it almost encourages eating poorly.”

The man stabbed the remaining sausage with his fork and took a bite.

"Especially if zhe deal meant more food of zhis quality."

answered 2 hours ago @ 19 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source

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reblogged 3 hours ago @ 18 Apr 2014 with 562 notes via/source
A whimpering noise sounded outside the door to the infirmary. Jedrick stood outside, unsure whether or not to go in. In his current state he was rather dangerous, and didn't want to hurt anybody. A few nights ago he had been bitten by a werewolf, and he had grown a few feet taller than the other mercenaries during the change and was covered in auburn fur. He swished his tail anxiously.

pyrosketch:

zhat-medic:

What the hell was that? A dog? Something was outside Medic’s door and it was whimpering pitifully. Not wishing to spend the evening listening to the noise, he sighed and got up from his chair. It was probably one of his teammates’ animals, confused and lost. 

Medic reached the door and opened it. His eyes widened and his lips parted. He was face to face with a werewolf.

"Clearly you know me, but I do not know any werewolves… Not any red-haired vhans anyvay…"

The doctor eyed the werewolf cautiously.

He made a barking noise, then put him claws to the wall. Slowly, he clawed his name into the wall.

"Jedrick"

The werewolf barked at him, then began clawing the wall.

'Jedrick'

Jedrick… Jed- 

"Vhan of our pyros?" Medic asked. "Do you know how you came to be a werewolf?"

answered 3 hours ago @ 18 Apr 2014 with 16 notes via/source