My TF2 OC Messenger in her 10th Class Verse- AKA Mercsenger. I usually think about her being on RED, but I wanted to play with her BLU color scheme too. Plus she’s pretty literally in the Administrator’s pocket, so she goes where she’s told.
For more on Mercsenger, Visit @oldboyjensrps and look under the tag “Merc au.” There’s a little about her on my “aus” page too.
“It is a little bit of a funny thing, aint it.” He chuckled. “Don’t see that too often in nature. I s’pose just like how you don’t see vehicles inside of another vehicle too often.”
“You don’t have to act like I’m gonna jump out and eat ya.” He chuckled. “I’m not some tightly wound old codger that’s gonna bite ya for no good reason.” He went around and opened the driver side door, climbing into the seat and putting the key in the ignition. Waving her on inside as he closed the driver side door.
“Nah, not a lot. I think it’s Lamoras or gamoras or something that’s the little fish that ride sharks for protection.”
“And uh, I will try not to. Do that. I uh, just, habit. Caution. I’ve been lightly stabbed for sitting in a guy’s preferred seat so,” she shrugs
At his wave she pulled open the door and climbed up into the seat, only to realize she opened the door too far and could no longer reach it.
“Every time,” She grumbled and held on to the door frame as she stood on the edge of the cab’s floor, hanging ten, to reach out to the door handle. She pulled and threw herself back into her seat, nearly catching her feet as the door slammed. She winced.
“Sorry.”
“They’re called Remoras.” He said, buckling himself in. “The little fish that eat the crude sharks leave behind.”
“Well, I know some of the guys round here might be jumpy like that, but that sort of thing just ain’t professional.”
He can’t help but chuckle a little at the whole scene as she struggled with the door. “I could’ve reached over and got it for ya, y’know.”
“Oh I was close, that’s actually surprising. And, uh, that’s good to know sir. I’ll try to be less overtly on edge, but it’s also kinda built into my personality at this point.”
She looked at him and nodded with a sort of goofy “myep” face.
“That’s a true fact right there. It legitimately did not even cross my mind.”
“You sure? You don’t think we could armor up a dog and train it to fetch wrenches and stuff?” She half teased, “Thanks, in serious speaking, they can always use extra hands. And someone to figure out how to keep Blintz from escaping every possible outdoor enclosure and mutineering the kitchen. In the top two smartest dogs I’ve ever met. He more or less brought down a crime lord by accident-long story- oh great I’m rambling but hey! They’re good dogs.”
He let out a laugh “don’t put that idea in my head” he said “because now I actually want to do it. You think I could convince Mann Co to let a dog respawn?” As much as he was joking, there was a hint of genuine want to do it in his voice. A battle dog? That would be awesome.
“I am always up for helping animals” he said “and now that I know about Blintz, I need to meet him. He sounds like a really good boy.”
“I don’t know… Bidwell-coworker-could be convinced but I don’t know about the Administrator. I think she would just give you this face,” she mimics an unamused deadpan, “then go back to smoking. Respawn costs a lot. With Blintz though? He’d beat RED in about .2 seconds.”
A beeper sounded from her pocket.
“Oh shit, that’s my call…I’m sorry Dell, I have to go. But thank you for dancing with me.”
She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek before saluting and throwing her bag over her shoulder.
“See you around Cowboy. I’ll show you the rescue ASAP, promise.”
“You’re welcome. Oh! I f-really love Irises too. Some used to grow near my house growing up. Hmmm… I think I know where to hit. And no worries on paying back! Consider it a thank you for the first aide back when we met. And for the first aide today. I hope the pattern doesn’t stick.”
She listened, wracking her brain to see if she knew or remembered them, but there were just so many medics.
“Older friends can be an absolute blessing, I’m with you there. Especially when adulting gets…bad. And hard. I’m glad you’ve got two friends like that in your corner.”
Her eyes lit up as Russell talked about Misty.
“Oh Misty, oh geez that’s so sweet- she’s not grown? Is she a Norgie? Sorry I mean, Norwegian Forest Cat? She really is a big baby wow.”
She grinned, shaking her head and holding up a finger.
“Hey, never apologize for rambling about your baby. That’s the one thing I’ll never apologize for and you shouldn’t either. Literally at the smallest opportunity I can and will talk about Dog for hours. And the flock. Pets are f-incredibly important.”
“They are beautiful flowers,” Russell agreed, “She didn’t have much luck growing them in her garden though. She could grow anything else but them. It was odd.”
“Hey, it’s fine to help out there, it was never a bother to me,” he said, as he rubbed at the back ofhis neck, “I was just doing it because t’s what anyone should do really, ehehe…”
His cheeks went a little bit pink again. It seemed he wasn’t used to being praised like this.
“I was glad to do it, but yeah, I agree. maybe it won’t become a pattern. It was just some coincidences which probably won’t happen again,” he hoped that seemed reassuring, “Yeah, they’re both great people. Thank you. I hope you’ve got folks you can really on as well, whenever you like, have trouble, a…adulting, as you put it. I never heard that before. I like it.”
That was true. He did.
“Nah, she’s not a Norgie, she’s a ragamuffin. And apparently, they don’t reach adulthood until they’re four years old. I know she’s about three at the moment. But she’ll always be my little girl, no matter how old she gets.”
He then chuckled.
“That’s good to know. It’s always great hearing people talk about their pets and human friends,” he said, before he looked curious, “The flock? So you got birds too?”
He nodded.
“They are. Good for your morale and like, they’re good if you’re lonely, or just a bit sick of human company,” he joked. He hoped that sounded funny.
“That is odd…but they are pretty fickle flowers. If they get wet they just…give up. Ensoggen.”
She patted his head as he blushed, “I’m sure you’re right-oh sorry” she withdrew her hand, “Sorry I’m touchy and forget to uh… not be touchy. I’m glad your medics are good!”
She thinks about that, “It’s a good phrase, and I do have some adultier friends but… most of them are… really far away. And the ones closer…it gets complicated.”
“A ragamuffin? I’ve never heard of that breed but it sounds amazing, and she looks amazing so there’s the proof. Ah! Yeah I have a bunch of carrier and other assorted pigeons. They help lighten the load and I love them. Dog’s a coyote though.”
CW: Kidnapping, drug mention, injury, being tied up in the trunk of a car
Note: Please don’t feel pressured to match length I went a little ham.
Appx Time: 0200
Appx Location: A Half-Paved Road in, Maybe, Arizona.
The worst part was the chafing. Messenger’s skin was about as resilient against regular fiber ropes as paper was to fire. Make that wax paper. Her skin was almost always an eczematic anyway, she really did not need, want, or appreciate the help of the mob thugs with making everything terrible. The only good thing about the relentless itching and stinging was that it was very fucking distracting. It’s hard to fear for one’s life when one is as irritated as an oyster.
How she’d come to wake up in what felt about the size of and bumped along the ruts in the road like a trunk, Messenger was not entirely sure. She assumed, being able to eventually spot the outline of handlebars once her eyes adjusted to the dark, that she’d been ambushed on her evening route. Once her processing skills were somewhat back on line, she could also feel the weight of the Vespa on top of her and it was, admittedly, not the best feeling. And, if the throbby-hurty-burny feeling along her right calf was anything to go by, they hadn’t even waited for the exhaust pipe to cool down to toss it in on top of her. She felt pretty drugged though, so at least her nerves weren’t completely online to have to deal with that. Except the ones in her wrists, apparently. Fuck those nerves.
In desperation, Messenger attempted to rub her wrists, bound behind her back, against the side of the trunk. She failed. Something warm and softer than the interior of a car was in the way. Pressed up right against her, actually, now that she was slowly starting to process physical space again. Rubbery a bit, against her hands. And what was that? Hand shape feel? Gloves maybe? The groggy thought that she should say hello to her new boot buddy managed to make its way through Messenger’s brain to her mouth.
“Hrmglmf.”
Yes perfect. It also explained why her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton-balls that tasted like her scarf. The brilliant answer she finally came to was that the scarf was the cotton-balls all along.
They weren’t exactly sure how long they’d been stuck in the cramped car trunk, but it was certainly long enough for their shoulders and spine to start aching in protest. Pyro had been drifting in and out of conciousness after recieving a nasty blow to the back of their skull – which had been throbbing for at least an hour or two. However, this time something was different when they ebbed back into reality;
Something else in the boot was touching their hand.
Pyro, now curious, gently grabbed whatever had been touching their hand in a bid to identify it. A few moments later they deemed it to be a hand – thankfully not belonging to a dead body, since it was moving an awful lot.
Whoever else was in here, they thought, was probably in just as messy of a situation as themselves.
“Who’s that? You okay?”
As Pyro grabbed her hand, Messenger instinctively wiggled her fingers a bunch before shifting so they were holding hands. Aw yeah. Hand holding. In her foggy state it felt like a major accomplishment of some sort. She gave her companion’s hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. At least, she tried to. Her motor skills were still iffy.
“Mrmph?”
It took her a long moment of processing to parse what Pyro was saying, and while she did Messenger started working to try and undo her own gag. Her hands couldn’t reach but… yeah there was snaggy bit of the inside of the door. She rubber her cheek against it- scraping it up painfully, but she managed eventually to catch the fabric. After a long few minutes of desperate, apologetic, wriggling and head jerking, Messenger managed to pull the gag down over her bottom lip.
“Sorry bout that,” she whispered as softly as possible, glad to find her vocal chords working despite an intensely dry mouth, “People call me the Messenger, and I would love to say yes, but uh, no. Are you? Did they hurt you?”
Russell was lucky that Messenger was both slightly dense and used “mm” as a stutter enough times herself that she didn’t pay the slip any mind. She also, despite her gnawing curiosity, wasn’t about to pry into something very obviously anxiety provoking. Too old hat for that, despite wanting to.
“Hey, no worries- nothing you have to explain or expand on to me. If you ever want or need to, that’s a different story. I’m pretty damn good at not sharing personal info. And I’ll keep your nosy neighbor from bothering Freyde, promise. If you tell me her favorite flowers I know a place on the way.”
Messenger rubbed a scar on her chin instinctively.
She raised an eyebrow at the twin comment, racking her brain for mercs that might fit the bill. Blank.
“Twins? Friends of yours? Sorry now I’m the nosy one- oh?”
She smiled as he did, looking down at the photo.
“I think she would too… beautiful shot. Is the cat yours?
“It just makes me worry that I’ll seem rude or ungrateful if I don’t, ehehe…” he said, as he then rubbed at the back of his neck. He took another sip of the coffee before he continued to speak, “But I appreciate that. As I said, I don’t want her being bothered. Thank you. It means a lot.”
He smiled softly.
“She really likes irises. Any colour,” he said, “I’ll gladly give you any money back for them. Thank you, that’s a really nice idea. She’d love that.”
He then nodded.
“Yeah, ehe, they are. Medics. They’ve been here longer than I have and there’s a considerable age gap between us, but we’ve got a real good friendship all the same. I could never trade that for anything.”
He nodded.
“Yeah, she’s mine. I found her as a stray digging through the trash in Coldfront and she’s been my little friend ever since, well, she’s not so little anymore,” he said, chuckling, “To think, she’s that big and she’s not even a full adult yet.”
He shook his head.
“Sorry, when I get to talking about Misty, I end up rambling.”
“You’re welcome. Oh! I f-really love Irises too. Some used to grow near my house growing up. Hmmm… I think I know where to hit. And no worries on paying back! Consider it a thank you for the first aide back when we met. And for the first aide today. I hope the pattern doesn’t stick.”
She listened, wracking her brain to see if she knew or remembered them, but there were just so many medics.
“Older friends can be an absolute blessing, I’m with you there. Especially when adulting gets…bad. And hard. I’m glad you’ve got two friends like that in your corner.”
Her eyes lit up as Russell talked about Misty.
“Oh Misty, oh geez that’s so sweet- she’s not grown? Is she a Norgie? Sorry I mean, Norwegian Forest Cat? She really is a big baby wow.”
She grinned, shaking her head and holding up a finger.
“Hey, never apologize for rambling about your baby. That’s the one thing I’ll never apologize for and you shouldn’t either. Literally at the smallest opportunity I can and will talk about Dog for hours. And the flock. Pets are f-incredibly important.”
the other night i tried to make a curry and i got chilli burns all over my face, so i thought to myself ‘hang on, doesn’t milk soothe chilli burns? it does’ and i couldn’t google because i couldn’t see so i just had to blindly feel my way to the fridge and pour out a bowl of milk, and then plant my face in the bowl of milk, anyway at that point the rice cooker went off and triggered a power surge which turned my electricity off, which i didn’t notice at first because i had my face in a bowl of milk and when i did emerge from the dairy prison i thought i had gone blind with chilli burns. so no i don’t really cook much.
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