Tag: 10th class

Communication wheel!

Game Dialogue From The Messenger to Miss. Pauling.

[Specifically Merc AU Messenger- Using her In-Game Mechanics That I have Thought Too Much About- if you have any questions about those feel free to send asks]

Round start (same team): 

1. How the [beep] do you always smell nice? Is it shampoo? Lotion? Magic? Are you forbidden to speak of it? 

2. P, I know you can take care of yourself but seriously, anything you need, you can call on me, okay?

3. [murmured] Huh my nerves are really down…my hands aren’t even shaking. Must be having the third most competent and intimidating woman in the world with me.

Round start (enemy teams, spotted through the gate): 

1. Welp. I had a good run.

2. Oh come on! [bleep] you lucky bastards!

Delivery Shot (Health): 

1. Take a heal for the road!

2. Make them bleed purple! 

3. Cannon you hold still for a minute? I mean, you did. Already. Bad delivery. Carry on.

Delivery Shot (Ammo): 

1. Gunner up! I…honestly don’t know what I was going for there. 

2. The best gun magazine is the one that goes in the gun.

3. Got your back! Got your bullets! Give them hell!

Passing On Field Data

1. Here’s the hazard map, can you let the guys know? 

2. (On Re-receiving the map) Oh thanks! Let me snoop and update this.

3. (Giving re-recieved map) Okay P, everything’s up to date. Can you spread it around again?

Killing Pauling (Ranged): 

1. Here’s some time off! 

2. Dying so easy? That’s…apauling- heheheh. 

3. I did that? Me? I got you? Wow. Go me I guess.

Killing Paulling (Melee): 

1. Eugh. That is gonna be rough to clean up. 

2. You won’t mind if I borrow your hacksaw, right? 

3. I’ll send Admin your regards.

Kill assist with Pauling: 

1.[beep] yeah! We made a dead body! That’s job security babeyyyy!

2. I’ll get a shovel.  A soldier must’ve died around here somewhere right?

Friendly / Sparing from death: We don’t deserve you, but I’m real [beep]ing glad you’re here.

@misspauling

Mercsenger Bits 2

The mercs are constantly fighting over and stealing each other’s food the way groups of people tend to do, but there are two people whose shit you don’t touch. One being Pyro, for obvious reasons, the other being Messenger. She doesn’t get mad or violent, but she does know how to (sort of play) the recorder and be dramatic so you’d have to deal with this for at least the next 24 hours:

Don’t eat her gummy bears, binch. She was looking forward to those.

Last to Class- Open Starter For 10th Class Messenger (Mercsenger) AU

1966

Sometimes things change without being any different. Barbara Jared had passed by the Reliable Excavation Demolition base dozens of times, occasionally having to stealth in along with The Courier to drop off supplies. But she’d never taken the front entrance. She’d never stood awkwardly, all her gear and necessary belongings in a duffel bag strapped to her back while being introduced and officially added to the mercenary roster and respawn list. Thank God for Pauling. At least for a few minutes she had a friendly face setting shit up before she was left to be a supreme disappointment to a bunch of other murderers. Cooing from the covered cage in her hands distracts Barbara for a moment and she leans toward it in a soft sort of whispered babytalk.

“Yeah, it’s a new place beeb. I bet it smells funky, huh? You’ll be out soon I promise.”