oldboyjensrps:

“That’s fair,” she nods, thinking about her close calls trying to get literally anything delivered to Soldier, “yeah I uh, I’ve heard. But hey, comes with job territory, right? Though uh, that might be why I’d reaaallly prefer to have a way to make a bit longer range deliveries.You, well not you, me, but uh I never know when a grenade is going to…appear.”

“That’s definitely stressful” he agreed “even with being able to just… respawn. I’ve learned to stay on my toes over the years.”

Dell pulled his head back, and dug in his belt, pulling out a few parts “you probably already got plenty of ways to keep yourself safe, hu? Walkin’ around battlegrounds all the time. Honestly, I think it’s pretty brave of you.”

“Just a little stressful. Just a tad. And uh.. no. Mostly I kinda run and hope for the best. I don’t look like a threat and, coincidentally, am not a threat, so I can usually be pretty inconspicuous… ish. I mean more in a ‘walk up to people’s houses and apartments as a civilian and drop some mail or whatever. I obviously” she gestured to her bright orange and purple,”yeah, don’t blend in super much. I have a camo uniform for…specific people. But that and a tazer is kinda… it. And the scooter.”

She looked at him with a funny expression then crouched to help where he needed her. “Thanks… but it’s mostly just recklessness and a good paycheck. That’s nice of you to say though.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“I can pass it the best it’s ever been passed.”

She handed it to him carefully like a normal person.

“I’m glad you prefer to keep things from exploding, even though the lizard part of my brain wants to see what would happen. Or monkey. Actually nevermind I don’t think animals like explosions, call it the 13 year old part of my brain. I mean, as the joke goes. I’m not thirteen. Sorry, rambling.”

“Under some circumstances I like explosions” he told her “when done right. Explosions for science.” He poked around a bit, inside as he spoke, his voice slightly muffled by the metal he spoke into.

“But I do know a few full grown men who like em accidental to” he chuckled “I work with some.”

“That’s fair,” she nods, thinking about her close calls trying to get literally anything delivered to Soldier, “yeah I uh, I’ve heard. But hey, comes with job territory, right? Though uh, that might be why I’d reaaallly prefer to have a way to make a bit longer range deliveries.You, well not you, me, but uh I never know when a grenade is going to…appear.”

1960s style thankfully DOES include pants for women.

Realized I never uploaded the original concept sketch work I did for The Messenger and her best friend The Courier.(my friend’s oc) Messy’s on the left and I guess her hair is slightly more flippy now but otherwise she’s the same.

Starter for @necklace-of-teeth

@necklace-of-teeth

RED Base- Badlands NM

Circa 1967

—

The Messenger had survived the briefing by the grace of either God or the Administrator. Probably the Administrator. She had a way with words and unsubtle paycut threats that Messenger was 98% sure had saved her from some sort of mercurial death. Heh. Wait shit was that why the word was mercenary? Because of mercury- wait no mercury was the messenger god, she was thinking Mars and focus. Rubbing the rope burn on her wrists from being tied to the chair, Messenger kind of looked around awkwardly at the mercs still in the rec room.

“I uh, well… that was all I had but, uh, I’ll be back with… y’know, mail and directives and stuff. Um… well thanks for not killing me this time! I uh mean, any time. In general. Thanks.” she double finger gunned and backed out of the room, and into the hallway.

She didn’t stop moving until she had managed to find her way outside to where her scooter was waiting, certain that spy or someone would be following her. The moment her feet hit the red dust again, Messenger slid to sitting, leaning against the wall of the base. She pressed her hands to her chest to try and force her heart to stop having a fit.

“Breathe, idiot, we still have to get back,” she mumbled and wiped the sweat from her forehead, “hoo that went better than it could have though.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Ooohoo hmm it’s like the brain cavity….what are you thinking would happen? Is it a material issue or a more explodey problem?”

She crab walked around it a little to get a view of the different angles. The clear she’d been to a situation like this was when she helped her friend fix an air conditioning unit… but that had been a lot more “hold this steady” and “pass me the ductape” kind of thing.

“More on the exploding end of things, probably” he told her. Dell watched as she walked around his creation.

He leaned forward poking his head into the empty area eyes scanning it “you see that cylinder to the left of me” he asked “can you pass me that, I think I see what needs to be done.”

“I can pass it the best it’s ever been passed.”

She handed it to him carefully like a normal person.

“I’m glad you prefer to keep things from exploding, even though the lizard part of my brain wants to see what would happen. Or monkey. Actually nevermind I don’t think animals like explosions, call it the 13 year old part of my brain. I mean, as the joke goes. I’m not thirteen. Sorry, rambling.”

tangy-original-sunny-d:

jurassic-piece-of-shit:

oldboyjensrps:

“Ding-dong, dingus! The mail never fails.”

My brain: what if Messenger were an actual merc? With like, a body count and class category and stuff?

Pyro: [has a mailbox weapon already]

My brain: Yeah well… they can share.

I can i send her love letters??

CAN I MAIL MY HEART TO HER??!?!?!?!?

You can, but she may get flustered and eat them. The letters and the heart. Good protein.

Source: oldboyjensrps

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

The back pat made her smile kinda dorkily instead of flinch like her self preservation instincts should be instructing. If they existed in the first place. It wasn’t like she’d had a whole lot of opportunities to make friends or talk to people since taking the job… this was nice. Even if she was still professionally on eggshells.

“Oh I one hundred percent know that I cannot. It’s specifically covered in my contract. I’m a bit more replaceable than y’all plus y’know it’s my job to protect valuable information with my life yadda yadda. Not that I’m complaining! The health care package is great. But anyway, where do we start?”

“Work from the inside out” he told her, “start with things we know, work on it on the inside. The core of it is the most important part.” He began to explain more, picking up tools as he did, and handing a few to her. He turned the machile around, and opened up the side now facing the two of them. Weirs could be seen, but for the most part it was open, there were clearly places where things were meant to connect.

“Now see” he said “this is where I want to put the core” he moved one hand and pointed it to the blueprints, hanging on a clipboard beside him “this is where I have it shown, but I’m thinking that might not work out well.”

“Ooohoo hmm it’s like the brain cavity….what are you thinking would happen? Is it a material issue or a more explodey problem?”

She crab walked around it a little to get a view of the different angles. The clear she’d been to a situation like this was when she helped her friend fix an air conditioning unit… but that had been a lot more “hold this steady” and “pass me the ductape” kind of thing.