Vier

Aug 15, 2010 12:28

[This is quite possibly the stupidest thing Medic has ever done in his entire fifty-one years on this earth. Despite the warnings, despite the people running around missing limbs, despite how long it took him to scrounge up the correct amount of boxtops (oh god, he scrounged like he had never scrounged before), he marched his ass down to the post-office and claimed his regain. It wasn't as though he wasn't half-delirious by that point anyway.

And so now he's stumbling down the road, weaving back and forth in a disconcerting sort of way. On his back is a pack and in his arms, cradled like it's some sort of baby, is a big, ridiculous-looking gun. His Kritzkrieg. Oh darling, how he's missed you! What fun you shall have together in this little town.

Unfortunately, this miracle came at a price. Medic has lost both of his eyes. The blood is dripping down his face and onto his crisp, formerly-white Mayfield shirt (he refuses to wear the uniform that was returned to him earlier). He doesn't care. He's just going to plonk down in the middle of the road here and huff his Kritzkrieg until his wounds are either healed over or he's too doped up to care.]

Oktoberfeeeeeest!

[Ah, it feels good to say that again... even if his accent is strangely missing. Do you approach, y/n?]

!action, !regains, !event: boxtops

Previous post Next post
Up