emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

I BLOCKED YOU TWICE ALREADY FUCK OFF

#ooc #jesus christ stop sending me asks fuck you #this shit isnt funny or cool genuinely keep yourself safe

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

hi soldier! Can I hug you? Today was a rough school day :’)

Soldier startles and looks around.

...Nobody here to see this?

Excellent.

He pulls you into a tight side hug, and then a full one, lifting you off of your feet and swaying you.

"It's gonna be alright private," He says, patting your back with enough force to sound your ribs off like a drum. "You made it another day! Godspeed!"

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[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

🪤

"Ooh! Cheese!"

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[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

ooc:

medimedes flew into a car windshield at mach 10, good night sweet prince /j

archived blog

hey !! so as the title implies, im no longer going to be active on this blog

i'd rather focus on my actual rp blogs like @pinniped-medibots, @brighteyed-sniperbot, @virtuoso-spybot, @soldierbot-of-frith and @intelligence-networking-division

so my joke rp blogs like this one and @emotionally-boxedin-spy wont be active anymore, but i had fun while it lasted!!

thank you to everyone who dealt with mechamede's assholery and boxspy's... boxspyness

love you guys <3

#I HOPE THIS IS AN OKAY JOKE TO MAKE

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

Jesus. He wasn't kidding, 'less than ideal'.

"Christ Doc, I-" He seemed to be searching for the words, but couldn't find them quite. So instead he opted to reach over the desk and pat the man's shoulder with his metal palm.

"Soldiers are tough. Wherever Clifford is, he's kicking ass and taking names. I would know."

He wasn't sure if his words were of any consolation, but he meant every word of them. He'd come to know the strength and animosity in reborn bots, come to respect them. And a Soldierbot especially, no matter how timid, could surely hold its own.

Hopefully.

"Bolty!" Jane called out, having picked up the nickname from the bots that hung around frequently. "I brought beer!"

He stood impatiently outside the MRN Medic's office, zipped up in a brown leather blazer. Notably, he'd left his helmet at home. Looks like the doctor had finally reached a trusted enough status in Jane's mental hierarchy that he could bear to make eye contact.

The man rocked on his heels, looking over his shoulder. MRN was a subsidiary of RED, but he still felt as if someone could come around the corner and nail him to the wall with a knife if he wasn't careful.

And he'd heard too many stories about how unpredictable Humboldt's team could be.

@emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[ Everything was. . . A lot. Just a lot. ]

[ Hearing Jane's voice was at least a pleasant surprise; they hadn't talked in some time, so he wasn't hesitant to answer the door to his office. Maybe he was hoping to find a distraction from the actual hell he experienced these past few weeks. ]

[ It was clear the doctor had been put through the wringer. He looked dull and sullen compared to the frantic curiosity and welcoming nature he'd normally have. Was that new grey hair? Either way, he still tried to muster that same energy, if nothing else, to save his friend from worrying too much. ]

"Oh! Jane, it's good to see you again. Everything alright with you?"

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Jane perked up, putting down his bottle. He swept some of his hair aside as he leaned forward, planting his palms on his knees promptly after. His curiosity piqued. What else had been happening that he hadn't heard about?

"Choices you made?"

He tried to predict what that could have possibly meant. Well, he was a medic. Maybe he did some kind of experiment and it went wrong? But then again, Humboldt didn't seem the mad scientist type - and if he was, he hid it very well.

"Bolty!" Jane called out, having picked up the nickname from the bots that hung around frequently. "I brought beer!"

He stood impatiently outside the MRN Medic's office, zipped up in a brown leather blazer. Notably, he'd left his helmet at home. Looks like the doctor had finally reached a trusted enough status in Jane's mental hierarchy that he could bear to make eye contact.

The man rocked on his heels, looking over his shoulder. MRN was a subsidiary of RED, but he still felt as if someone could come around the corner and nail him to the wall with a knife if he wasn't careful.

And he'd heard too many stories about how unpredictable Humboldt's team could be.

@emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[ Everything was. . . A lot. Just a lot. ]

[ Hearing Jane's voice was at least a pleasant surprise; they hadn't talked in some time, so he wasn't hesitant to answer the door to his office. Maybe he was hoping to find a distraction from the actual hell he experienced these past few weeks. ]

[ It was clear the doctor had been put through the wringer. He looked dull and sullen compared to the frantic curiosity and welcoming nature he'd normally have. Was that new grey hair? Either way, he still tried to muster that same energy, if nothing else, to save his friend from worrying too much. ]

"Oh! Jane, it's good to see you again. Everything alright with you?"

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

"Wish we could switch places. I'm climbing the fucking walls in here."

"What goes on in Transylvania, huh?"

He means this light-heartedly, but he can only hope to hear Humboldt verbally detest it in order to make ammends for any offense. He's terrible with that sort of thing.

He pops the cap off of a bottle and takes a sip, trying to pace himself. A buzz would be fine enough. Didn't want to be rude in someone else's base.

"Bolty!" Jane called out, having picked up the nickname from the bots that hung around frequently. "I brought beer!"

He stood impatiently outside the MRN Medic's office, zipped up in a brown leather blazer. Notably, he'd left his helmet at home. Looks like the doctor had finally reached a trusted enough status in Jane's mental hierarchy that he could bear to make eye contact.

The man rocked on his heels, looking over his shoulder. MRN was a subsidiary of RED, but he still felt as if someone could come around the corner and nail him to the wall with a knife if he wasn't careful.

And he'd heard too many stories about how unpredictable Humboldt's team could be.

@emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[ Everything was. . . A lot. Just a lot. ]

[ Hearing Jane's voice was at least a pleasant surprise; they hadn't talked in some time, so he wasn't hesitant to answer the door to his office. Maybe he was hoping to find a distraction from the actual hell he experienced these past few weeks. ]

[ It was clear the doctor had been put through the wringer. He looked dull and sullen compared to the frantic curiosity and welcoming nature he'd normally have. Was that new grey hair? Either way, he still tried to muster that same energy, if nothing else, to save his friend from worrying too much. ]

"Oh! Jane, it's good to see you again. Everything alright with you?"

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

Sporting a new beard and a metal hand, and eyebags something fierce, it was safe to say they'd probably be in the same canoe right now.

"Ehhh... More or less."

He let himself in and sauntered over to the nearest chair, putting a pack of RED branded beer down on top of some probably important paperwork. He didn't mean to be careless, just... Clumsy.

"Feel like I'm the only damn one in the base somedays."

"Bolty!" Jane called out, having picked up the nickname from the bots that hung around frequently. "I brought beer!"

He stood impatiently outside the MRN Medic's office, zipped up in a brown leather blazer. Notably, he'd left his helmet at home. Looks like the doctor had finally reached a trusted enough status in Jane's mental hierarchy that he could bear to make eye contact.

The man rocked on his heels, looking over his shoulder. MRN was a subsidiary of RED, but he still felt as if someone could come around the corner and nail him to the wall with a knife if he wasn't careful.

And he'd heard too many stories about how unpredictable Humboldt's team could be.

@emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[ Everything was. . . A lot. Just a lot. ]

[ Hearing Jane's voice was at least a pleasant surprise; they hadn't talked in some time, so he wasn't hesitant to answer the door to his office. Maybe he was hoping to find a distraction from the actual hell he experienced these past few weeks. ]

[ It was clear the doctor had been put through the wringer. He looked dull and sullen compared to the frantic curiosity and welcoming nature he'd normally have. Was that new grey hair? Either way, he still tried to muster that same energy, if nothing else, to save his friend from worrying too much. ]

"Oh! Jane, it's good to see you again. Everything alright with you?"

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

On a scale of one to America how free are you tonight?

He's definitely surprised by the forwardness. Jane's cheeks flush, if barely.

"...That was good." He utters.

#emotionally xyz mercs #tf2 soldier #rp ask blog #team fortress 2 #tf2 #emotionally clumsy soldier #incoming signal #i do a little fanservice #as a treat /j

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

Ya know, g1ven that they can be owned an inherited, the botz prolly arent legally ppl. Ur a lawer bcs of merasmus, right? It might b better 4 them 2 b property of RED than just free 4 any1 2 claim

"Mmh. Maybe."

Soldier looks down, perplexed. Truth be told, he doesn't know how he feels about his team legally 'owning' the bot brothers and his sort-of-stepson. Much less how they would feel standing in court over it.

Disgusting. The thought made him shook. Like fighting for custody over a couch. Except the couch is a person, and they're just a couch on paper. Having to listen to everyone call you a thing all the time, God the idea made him SICK with anger.

"I'll mull it over... with a friend."

It'd been a while since he visited that old bat.

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[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

#ooc: jane and jane havent talked formally #but i plan to change that :3

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

POV: When all of Team Fortress 2 is out to get you and your sentry gun.

TF2 (c) Valve

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[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

guys

hey just putting it out there that i'm not participating in the arc going on with the harp/spybot system atm for personal reasons, so please don't ask me or jane about it <3

#emotionally xyz mercs #box's lockbox

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

worst rocket launcher. go

BEGGAR'S. NO HESITATION!

#I DON'T CARE IF IT TAKES SKILL #IT IS LITERALLY AND METAPHORICALLY GARBAGE! #emotionally xyz mercs #tf2 soldier #rp ask blog #team fortress 2 #tf2 #incoming signal #emotionally clumsy soldier

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

"Take your flyers and shove 'em where the sun don't shine, sister! I got a- wait, what are they for?"

He sturdies himself againsy the wall, and readjusts his grip on his shotgun. If he were able to prepare, he'd have a cigar in his mouth, but unfortunately he'd had a terrible case of the bedrots.

So unlike Soldier to be hiding away. What was he afraid of?

"Under the door. Quick, quick."

It dawned on him that yes, she could be one of Pauling's. Which meant Pauling sent her. Which meant she sent Pauling. His skin crawled. What was this? A bribe? Blackmail? He wasn't giving up on these damn robots. Not a chance. Not a chance!

"Hurry up!" He snapped, his anxiety creeping through his veins, chasing the adrenaline.

[Click, click, click.]

[Heels were clicking against tile floors, echoing softly against bland walls. The women that walked quickly across tile floors fiddled with folders in her hands, lightly twisting them and pulling them open to stare at them again and again and again. Trying to memorize it as hard as she possibly could despite already knowing it by heart.]

[She mentally mapped out every corner she turns, brows slightly furrowed as she glanced at the little poorly drawn map on top of the first folder. She frowns a little, Miss Pauling sucks at drawing. She'll make sure to make a comment about that next time.] "Oh! Wait... wrong corner..." [She must have spaced out, walking past where she wished to go. She steps back, tilting her head into the hallway she had just come from. She spotted the door she was seeking out, lined along many others similar in nature. It was the way it was ordered that made her recognize it. Counting the doors under her breath as she approached.]

[She shifts the folders in her arm and slowly makes her way to the door. Knocking lightly on the door. Not over-confident but also not too quiet.] "Um, excuse me, is anyone in there?" [Her voice was polite at first, tinged with a heavy Hispanic accent that slurred her words in a way that made it seem as if English wasn't her first language. She kissed the inside of her teeth, swinging on the balls of her heels as she waited quietly.]

-( @emotionally-eager-assistant )-

"No! Go away!"

Soldier retorts defiantly, hugging the wall behind the door with a shotgun in hand. He scratches his beard as he loads a shell in the chamber, eagerly waiting to pump it into its place. What he didn't seem to notice - or perhaps, care - is that this visit in particular seemed pretty important. She sounded like one of Pauling's. Nevertheless, he figured he could never be to cautious.

"Unless your the delivery guy. Then leave my canned beans by the door and scram!"

#mine is too dw #did she say something like 'why is that your name' or 'why isn't your name here'? #i can gather a little bit but not a whole lot #my parents never taught me HEHEHE esp not puerto rican spanish (at least iirc it's different) #ALSO FOR CLARIFICATION: i know that's probably not what assistant is here for #i like writing in the unreliable narrator style to showcase soldier's paranoia

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

[Click, click, click.]

[Heels were clicking against tile floors, echoing softly against bland walls. The women that walked quickly across tile floors fiddled with folders in her hands, lightly twisting them and pulling them open to stare at them again and again and again. Trying to memorize it as hard as she possibly could despite already knowing it by heart.]

[She mentally mapped out every corner she turns, brows slightly furrowed as she glanced at the little poorly drawn map on top of the first folder. She frowns a little, Miss Pauling sucks at drawing. She'll make sure to make a comment about that next time.] "Oh! Wait... wrong corner..." [She must have spaced out, walking past where she wished to go. She steps back, tilting her head into the hallway she had just come from. She spotted the door she was seeking out, lined along many others similar in nature. It was the way it was ordered that made her recognize it. Counting the doors under her breath as she approached.]

[She shifts the folders in her arm and slowly makes her way to the door. Knocking lightly on the door. Not over-confident but also not too quiet.] "Um, excuse me, is anyone in there?" [Her voice was polite at first, tinged with a heavy Hispanic accent that slurred her words in a way that made it seem as if English wasn't her first language. She kissed the inside of her teeth, swinging on the balls of her heels as she waited quietly.]

-( @emotionally-eager-assistant )-

"No! Go away!"

Soldier retorts defiantly, hugging the wall behind the door with a shotgun in hand. He scratches his beard as he loads a shell in the chamber, eagerly waiting to pump it into its place. What he didn't seem to notice - or perhaps, care - is that this visit in particular seemed pretty important. She sounded like one of Pauling's. Nevertheless, he figured he could never be to cautious.

"Unless your the delivery guy. Then leave my canned beans by the door and scram!"

#A HISPANIC WOMAN #SALUTES #(im mexican #this is very well written !!! #emotionally xyz mercs #tf2 soldier #rp ask blog #team fortress 2 #tf2 #incoming signal #emotionally clumsy soldier

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

Hi!!! I didn't see this in your boundaries so are you okay with other xyz accounts sending in asks to like rp or would you prefer a heads up first? Or is it cut off completely unless you know the person?

i'm okay with any xyz blog interacting! i just may not get to it super quickly. and jane is really stand-offish about strangers, so your muse will have to be persistent unless they're a canon merc /lh

i love making relationships with ocs though, despite all his tough talk he really does like seeing them /gen

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