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[hands_of_blu]

Medic is getting very, very tired of being set on fire. The next time he sees that one RED Pyro on his tail, he's going to leave off with the Blutsauger and the Ubersaw and chase the son of a motherless dog down so he can strangle him with his bare hands. Gloved hands. Whatever

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[doesnotmiss]

Sam's got a grasp of the basics of this place, now, but that doesn't make the people any less interesting. As such, he's back for another round of people-watching.
(Why stay when you can go home, after all? Besides, he had to be sure he could.)
The apparently smoking man catches his interest.

[hands_of_blu]

The majority of the fires are out. It's just residual smoke now. It's just that it's coming from all kinds of places; there are more pockets in that coat than are immediately visible to the eye, and some of them are still smouldering. So thank Heaven for small mercies.

That being said, Medic glances up as he notices the feel of someone looking his way. It's a skill you develop if you want to avoid dying of sniper.

[doesnotmiss]

"Don't mind me," Sam says, when that happens. "I'm just taking in the ambience."
...But he's definitely got the look of someone who could do much more than that.

[hands_of_blu]

The Medic nods once, curtly. He could doubtless be more polite, but Pyro kills never do much for his temper. "Fair enough," he says. "I take it zis is among your first visits here?"

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," Teja says, when he sees the BLU medic. After fighting n that battle field world, some small part of his soul will always by BLU.

[hands_of_blu]

"Ah- good day, Herr Teja," says the Medic, looking up. "It's been some time, hasn't it? How do you do?"

He can spare a little mannerliness for teammates who aren't Herr Scout or Herr Demoman.

[ostro_goth]

"I am doing well, thank you," Teja says. "The rocket launcher you brought me is working very well. How does your battle go?"

By now, Teja suspects that this battle is not meant to be won by either side, but fought by teams of men that relish fighting and will bring strangers for the thrill; still, one would ask for news from a battlefield one would gladly, one day, rejoin as well.

[hands_of_blu]

"Well enough, for ze moment," says the Medic. "We gained ze day in today's engagement, I sink- but I haf added several new tally-marks to my card of reasons to find ze RED pyro und hold his head in ze nearest canal until he stops struggling." He waves away a puff of smoke from one of his side pockets. "Assuming ze opportunity arises, of course."