feeling fantastic the smell of plastic explosives

[gotyourbones]

[Action]

[Medic, naturally, is not one to ignore a bombed-out city. Hell, he's lived in them. His medkit is cobbled together, but he's in uniform, meaning that he is clearly someone talented with medicine. Wounded? Confused? Well... he's confused too, but this could provide valuable data. He is more than happy to "treat" anyone who approaches him

Comments

[prpl_assistant]

(First person he meets has to be his boss's Assistant.)

Mr Ritter? Are you alright?

[gotyourbones]

[Medic nods. Miss Pauling is not a threat.]

Ja, I am fine. Vhere are zhe ozher REDs und BLUs?

[prpl_assistant]

(She coughs; the dust in the air is getting a bit to her, but other than a bit of dirt she's fine.)

The RED Sniper...he's gone off to check on the other REDs. I don't know what the BLU Spy is doing. As for everyone else...you're the first one I've met.

(She surveys the wreckage around them, before she asks him quietly:)

Has anything like this ever happened in Mayfield?

[gotyourbones]

I... I do not know. But I do have experience vhith zhis sort of situation. Stay close to me.

Double tagging with Canada if that's okay?

[gezellighe]

[He hasn't ever met Medic before, but it's easy to realize he looks like a medical professional of some sort, so he'll flag him down, somewhat.]

Have you seen a boy? His name's Lucas and he's blonde, about 12 or 13.

Sounds good to me!

[gotyourbones]

[Medic shakes his head, then shrugs.]

Nein, I have not. Vhe have all lost track of people here, I believe.

[gezellighe]

I know. I'm just asking everybody.

[Another considering look from Holland, and then. . .]

You look like a doctor.

[welljustwatchme]

[Canada's just standing there, looking over the man, then around them. She's thinking, rather than talking. Holland can handle that. If they do get a doctor on their side, though, it wouldn't be a bad idea to try and set up some sort of triage area, even if just for the comfort of being around equally shell-shocked people.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Reminds me of th' base after Pyro got ahold 'f it.

*Just stay away from him with your 'medical assistance'.*

[gotyourbones]

[Hey, only a few of his squad ended up with tetanus, okay. He's much better now.]

Zhat is vone, ja. Have you seen any of zhe rest of zhe team?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Only Miss Pauling. But I'm sure if we listen hard enough we'll be able t' hear Scout.

....you look kinda odd without your medigun.

*What he means is without that ridiculous contraption strapped to his back, Medic actually looks like a doctor. Or at least someone who knows what they're doing.*

[richtighammer]

Medic!

[It's not a shout for help. It's commanding, strangely flat with no houses to catch the echo, but loud and easily traceable to Thor. Thor doesn't look wounded; he moves toward Medic with purpose, and the only thing out of place is the lack of a hammer.]

[gotyourbones]

[Medic whirls, tense, but he goes somewhat less tense when he sees who it is. He waves Thor over, moving to meet him in the middle.]

Thor. Vhat is your status?

[Yep. Business mode.]

[richtighammer]

I am uninjured. I seek the wounded and those who would find safety. And you?

[He himself has a few scrapes, but nothing debilitating - lucky, compared to many he's seen.]

PLACE HOLDER FOR DOKTOR

[sandviching]

[Of course he's going to find Medic!! And he's been searching for a little bit, yelling 'Medic!' and 'Doktor!' once in a while.]

Doktor! Is Heavy!

[gotyourbones]

[It's not hard to hear Heavy's bellowing voice echoing across the bombed-out husk of a city, and Medic pauses near a half-crumbled wall so he'll be easier to find.]

Heavy! Are you injured?