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Sample Application (Faith Lehane)
Sample Application (Iroh)
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Sample Application (Mors)
Sample Application (Vera de Barr)
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Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)
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RED Medic | Team Fortress 2 | [4]
Sample Entry Two:
It never really occurred to Medic how often he had reassessed his beliefs in the years following his recruitment, how often he had to bite his tongue and swallow his pride and admit – well, secretly anyway – that maybe, just maybe, he might have jumped the gun a tiny bit when he was so quick to say that there was no such thing as monsters. It was always something new every year, always on a very specific day. First it had been ghosts, but looking back, those weren’t so difficult to swallow. Ghosts were beings recognized by science; so were yetis, although admittedly he had yet to see one of those himself, but with the way things were going it was only a matter of time. Giant crocodiles didn’t seem that much out of the realm of possibility either if Sniper was to be believed.
Ridiculous as those things were, they were still defined by logic. As of right now, he had yet to put a name on the thing that had cut Soldier in half right down the middle barely ten minutes ago. A good scientist was always creating new words to describe newly-discovered beasts, but then again, most good scientists weren’t running for their lives against said creatures.
Whatever it was, it was furious. If Medic was a more selfless man, he’d find it easy to be grateful that his and Demo’s efforts had diverted the monster’s attention away from Scout but all he had to do then was repeat that sentence inside his head. He had saved Scout’s life – not Heavy, not Pyro, but Scout - by getting the already angry axe-wielding zombie angrier, causing it to chase after him and Demo instead. And, as if to add insult to injury, he could still hear the stupid boy whooping and shouting somewhere upstairs. Once this was over, he’d make sure to whip him upside the head with his syringe gun, hard enough to knock one of those crooked teeth out.
He was just about to make his way out from behind the bookcase when he heard the heavy thud of footsteps pounding down the hallway - too fast to be Heavy or Demo, too light to be Scout. Medic swallowed hard, hand already curled around the grip of the Blutsauger hard enough to make his knuckles ache. It could have been the monster. Maybe it ate – no, assimilated Spy and gained his abilities and penchant for stealth. He heard Scout rave about a creature from one of his nonsensical comics that could do that. If ghosts and yetis and zombies existed, then what the hell – why not aliens? Maybe that’s what it really was. He saw it continue to run after Demo once the two of them split up, so maybe it finally caught up with him and absorbed him too, mutating into some horrible half-Spy, half-cycloptic alcoholic –
“Mmph!”
Medic shrieked, raising the gun and firing a burst of needles at the thing in front of him. He opened one eye to see a familiar gas-masked face alternating between disapproving stares at him and the syringes sticking out of the arm of the flame-resistant suit, needles harmlessly indented into the rubber, wagging like antennas when Pyro raised an arm to gently swat the gun to the side.
Medic felt his cheeks burn.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, taking a few steps away from his hiding place to fully (and unsuccessfully) chastise Pyro. The other simply stared, barely lowering the flamethrower. Medic noticed that the side was stained with what looked like pumpkin juice. “Why would you even sneak around like that? You could have said something!”
Pyro was silent for a moment before Medic heard what sounded like a sigh reverberate from the mask. It shook to the side, exasperated.
“Hud. Hudda hmph mmh.”
Medic considered the other for another second or so before finally lowering the gun. “I hate your excuses. If you are going to skulk around like a common rat, at least let me come with you. We stand a better chance against that thing to-“
And, as if on cue, something cackled in the doorway behind them. Pyro raised the flamethrower a little higher, stepping forward.
“Ach. Spoke too soon.”
He took his place behind Pyro, reaching for his Medigun as the Horseless Headless Horsemann started advancing upon them, dragging its axe on the floor behind it. The stickybomb trap he and Demo had staged didn’t work, so he’d be more than happy to try incineration.
A good scientist never gave up even if their first hypothesis was proven incorrect.
Re: RED Medic | Team Fortress 2 | [4]
Your application is in the queue and will be processed on June 21st.
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