[For a man who has told this story maybe two other times in his entire life, Medic sure is good at keeping casual about it. Maybe he's rehearsed this exact conversation enough times to have all the beats down pat, or maybe he's just so frighteningly good at emotionally detaching himself from anything and everything he's involved in that he can speak about personal events as though he were an outside observer.]
[Whatever the case, he doesn't seem bothered by the direction the conversation is going in. More...careful, really, like for once he's actually trying to gauge his partner's response as opposed to simply saying whatever the hell he wants regardless of their comfort level.]
Eh. [He winces slightly and waves his hand in a so-so motion, which is really all he has to say to that last comment.]
It's not as though it was the first time we were driven from our home. A change of name and address was nothing new to us.
[There's a reason the Devil himself calls him by his first name, and it's because the surname is the first thing to go when you need to drop off the radar -say, for example, when you steal a man's entire skeleton and are never heard from again.]
B
[Medic laughs, high and jittery like a rat skittering over broken glass. It's not a nice sound. It's not an altogether sane sound either, but it's by no means a sound Engie hasn't heard before. Perhaps not this up close and personal, but still.]
Aheheh heh heh. Hoo. That's a good one.
[See it's funny because Engie said "Shoot" and now Medic's holding a gun and exactly what you think is going to happen is about to happen.]
[Except maybe not because just when it looks like Medic is about to intentionally lose a game of Russian Roulette, a thought occurs to him.]
--Ach, wait, wait what am I thinking?
[He lowers the gun, bounces the palm of his hand off his forehead as though to say 'oh, silly me.' He then crosses over to a nearby table, sets the gun down - and picks up one of Soldier's grenades.]
A single bullet wound will not allow for a proper demonstration of the full capabilities of the reanimator.
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[For a man who has told this story maybe two other times in his entire life, Medic sure is good at keeping casual about it. Maybe he's rehearsed this exact conversation enough times to have all the beats down pat, or maybe he's just so frighteningly good at emotionally detaching himself from anything and everything he's involved in that he can speak about personal events as though he were an outside observer.]
[Whatever the case, he doesn't seem bothered by the direction the conversation is going in. More...careful, really, like for once he's actually trying to gauge his partner's response as opposed to simply saying whatever the hell he wants regardless of their comfort level.]
Eh. [He winces slightly and waves his hand in a so-so motion, which is really all he has to say to that last comment.]
It's not as though it was the first time we were driven from our home. A change of name and address was nothing new to us.
[There's a reason the Devil himself calls him by his first name, and it's because the surname is the first thing to go when you need to drop off the radar -say, for example, when you steal a man's entire skeleton and are never heard from again.]
B
[Medic laughs, high and jittery like a rat skittering over broken glass. It's not a nice sound. It's not an altogether sane sound either, but it's by no means a sound Engie hasn't heard before. Perhaps not this up close and personal, but still.]
Aheheh heh heh. Hoo. That's a good one.
[See it's funny because Engie said "Shoot" and now Medic's holding a gun and exactly what you think is going to happen is about to happen.]
[Except maybe not because just when it looks like Medic is about to intentionally lose a game of Russian Roulette, a thought occurs to him.]
--Ach, wait, wait what am I thinking?
[He lowers the gun, bounces the palm of his hand off his forehead as though to say 'oh, silly me.' He then crosses over to a nearby table, sets the gun down - and picks up one of Soldier's grenades.]
A single bullet wound will not allow for a proper demonstration of the full capabilities of the reanimator.
[Ludwig what the fuck.]