The Difference
Messenger Prime: “Please don’t kill me.”
Mercsenger: “Please don’t kill me, bitch.”
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expectations asks 💋
- feelings
— have you ever been hurt because you’re too kind?
- what i need
— do you miss someone who’s done you wrong?
- sleepover
— have you ever fallen in love with someone who just wanted to be friends?- mercy/gatekeeper
— do your feelings ever keep you up all night?
- under the blue/take me in
— have your dreams ever been broken?
- curious
— do you drink to help ease your pain?- xx
— who’s the last person that screwed you over?- wanna be missed
— does your lover miss you when you’re gone?
- he’ll never love you
— do you like to leave marks on your lover?
- palm dreams
— is there a place you go that always makes you feel better?
- molecules
— has someone ever broken your heart?
- let it be
— have you ever had it all and lost it?
Mercsenger HC
Merasmus tried to mail Soldier a package of cursed bees in a box labeled “not bees” once. Under the suspicion that the not bees were, in fact, bees , Messenger instead asked Soldier if he had ordered bees (he hadn’t) and gently released them into the wild off base.
However, beecause of the curse, they continued to find and follow her everywhere. Instead of trying to get rid of them Messenger bough a cute beehive from her buddy and beefriended them. The bees also turned out to be invenerable (due to the curse) which she only knows because a raccoon tried to eat one.
The other guys kinda just… give her a wide beearth.
“The most difficult part was returning regular function to my hands,” she screwed her finger cap back on, tapping it against her right palm before flexing and wiggling her fingers back to working, “which was somewhat necessary as a surgeon. I am more than happy to share as long as word does not get back to… your usual care provider.”
The elevator reached the basement level, and the woman guided Dell and the gurney to her ward-a small, state of the art microcosm of science and medicine.
“I could use an extra set of hands yes, thank you” she instructed Dell in setup and pulling tools while she went about preparing Messenger for surgery, putting her under before undoing her bandages to take a look.
“Mmm… stitches pulled… some stress and inflammation… that will take draining…honestly this would have happened somehow anyway. I need to get in and bulk everything up. It will not take incredibly long, but you do not need to stay unless you want to.”
“My lips are sealed” he told her “I’ve done my own prosthetics too actually.” He pulled off the glove from his hand, revealing the robotic looking hand underneath “I assume that yours is different than mine, for a few obvious reasons. “
Dell moved around, helping out the stranger as she instructed. He glanced at his friend every now and then a twinge of guilt still lingering as he did. He felt better knowing that she was in seemingly trustworthy hands. At least not his medic. “I want to stay” he told her “at least until she wakes up, I gotta be there for my friends, you know?”
She gasps in delight at his prosthetic, “Incredible workmanship! Full nerve responsivity and articulated joints… yes we definitely need to swap notes over coffee sometime.”
After they finished preparing Messenger, the woman got to work with her mask pulled back up over her mouth. Considering the speed, accuracy and efficiency with which her hands moved, no one would have been able to guess that anything was weird about them.
“You are a very kind friend. I’m sure she will be very happy to see you when she wakes up. And remember, this really isn’t your fault.”
@oldboyjensrps
“Or you could hire, manipulate and train an employee to stand in as your body double so that even if they die no harm comes to you.”
Messenger leaned against the doorway, somewhat on edge, watching the Tailor work, the TV on her chest displayed, “And sometimes. People are just bad at things. I’d rather have a professional make my uniform than do it myself and fuck up royally, for example.”“Yes, yes” he said waving his hand slightly “hiring a professional is typically the best idea.” He held the needle between his lips as he spoke, laying the fabric out in front of him “I was more referring to my picky clients. Despite knowing what would be best for them, colors, measurements, everything there are still some who complain.”
“Customers are just terrible always. Clients, patrons, it’s like they exist solely to make clerks’ lives miserable. Bosses too. Anybody who micromanages can kindly suck it. Uh, my boss aside I mean.”
Content warning mild? body horror and needles
“She will be all right,” the woman assured him as they sped Messenger into the building and through the security maze to the HQ proper. When they hit a stopping point in an elevator, the woman pulled off her left glove then with a small grunt… unscrewed her left index finger, removing the strange prosthetic to reveal a long, flexible, appendage somewhere between a talon and a needle. Messenger’s IV gauge was still inserted in her right hand, and the woman slid the tip of her “finger” into it. A clear fluid was injected and turned a glowing green when it met with Messenger’s bloodstream.
“Cultivated medi-boost C, for pain only. It works better and longer than any contemporary medications and should help her transition back to consciousness easier once she comes out of anaesthesia. I couldn’t give her any before because of the depth of damage and prying eyes, but it should help while I get the ward set up.”
He watched as she took off her finger, raising his eyebrows slightly. “Now that’s interesting” he said softly, watching her work “I would love to know how it works when you got time.” He watched as the liquid went into his friend. He kept his eyes on her for a moment before looking up at the stranger.
“Do you need a hand with setting it up” he asked “I’d be happy to help.” He spoke in his usual soft tone. He was happy she was with a familiar face, even if it was one he didn’t know the name of. At least the Messenger seems to trust her, so Dell knew he could too. “Just tell me what has to be done.”
He’d seen the Medic do his work a few times before, but never got the chance to see it up close, apart from when he was being worked on. And this woman, she seemed different. A lot different.
“The most difficult part was returning regular function to my hands,” she screwed her finger cap back on, tapping it against her right palm before flexing and wiggling her fingers back to working, “which was somewhat necessary as a surgeon. I am more than happy to share as long as word does not get back to… your usual care provider.”
The elevator reached the basement level, and the woman guided Dell and the gurney to her ward-a small, state of the art microcosm of science and medicine.
“I could use an extra set of hands yes, thank you” she instructed Dell in setup and pulling tools while she went about preparing Messenger for surgery, putting her under before undoing her bandages to take a look.
“Mmm… stitches pulled… some stress and inflammation… that will take draining…honestly this would have happened somehow anyway. I need to get in and bulk everything up. It will not take incredibly long, but you do not need to stay unless you want to.”
“Yeah it would be nice to just… relax.”
With the lull in conversation and the increased shittiness of the road, Messenger eventually mercifully passed out from the pain. She was half conscious when Dell opened the door. She attempted to hop out, but in reality only managed to slide from the seat to slump against him.
“Srry,” She slurred.
One of the doors slid open and a familiar face appeared, walking quickly out to help Dell get Messenger inside. She was still in her scrubs and wheeling a gurney in front of her.
“The last of the medication has worn off… I need to get her in and under to check for damages as quickly as possible. Can you get this oxygen mask on her, please?”
Everything seemed to happen so fast “It’s okay, I’m sorry” he said to his friend, holding her up. He turned his head as a door slid open. His mouth fell slightly, seeing the person they had just left at the hospital. “Yeah” he Dell stammered, lifting his friend onto the gurney. Quickly he slid the mast onto her face.
He knew there was no time for questions as he clutched onto the side of the gurney. Dammit, if he ha sped up a bit they could have been here sooner.
Content warning mild? body horror and needles
“She will be all right,” the woman assured him as they sped Messenger into the building and through the security maze to the HQ proper. When they hit a stopping point in an elevator, the woman pulled off her left glove then with a small grunt… unscrewed her left index finger, removing the strange prosthetic to reveal a long, flexible, appendage somewhere between a talon and a needle. Messenger’s IV gauge was still inserted in her right hand, and the woman slid the tip of her “finger” into it. A clear fluid was injected and turned a glowing green when it met with Messenger’s bloodstream.
“Cultivated medi-boost C, for pain only. It works better and longer than any contemporary medications and should help her transition back to consciousness easier once she comes out of anaesthesia. I couldn’t give her any before because of the depth of damage and prying eyes, but it should help while I get the ward set up.”
“Yeah someday. I’ll keep eyes and ears out for you, Dell. I know a bar in Overlook that doesn’t seem to give a shit about taboo. It’s pretty overt and nobody cares, which is nice.”
She gently shook her head, “No I, I think it’s best we just get there as quickly as possible. I can endure in the meantime. But thank you.”
“We’ll have to go sometime” he told her “I could use going out for a nice drink some nights. Gotta get out more often.”
He nodded at her response “that’s true.” He continued at the same speed, moving along the long road. With the sun beating down on his truck, he pulled up in front of the building around thirty minutes later. He quickly hopped out of it, and opened the passenger door for his friend.
“Yeah it would be nice to just… relax.”
With the lull in conversation and the increased shittiness of the road, Messenger eventually mercifully passed out from the pain. She was half conscious when Dell opened the door. She attempted to hop out, but in reality only managed to slide from the seat to slump against him.
“Srry,” She slurred.
One of the doors slid open and a familiar face appeared, walking quickly out to help Dell get Messenger inside. She was still in her scrubs and wheeling a gurney in front of her.
“The last of the medication has worn off… I need to get her in and under to check for damages as quickly as possible. Can you get this oxygen mask on her, please?”
– He never listens.
– Well, it runs in the family.
– And when he does, it’s always with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich.
❝ You want something done right? You gotta do it yourself. ❞ – anextrabutton
“Or you could hire, manipulate and train an employee to stand in as your body double so that even if they die no harm comes to you.”
Messenger leaned against the doorway, somewhat on edge, watching the Tailor work, the TV on her chest displayed, “And sometimes. People are just bad at things. I’d rather have a professional make my uniform than do it myself and fuck up royally, for example.”
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