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Sep. 2nd, 2018 07:01 pmSilvan skids around the corner on his boots, medigun in hand - he's been hurting, not healing, and boy is he ever having a great time of it. He's practically giddy, and it's only a call for backup that has him darting away from what he's currently doing.
So - he skids around the corner and almost collides with a familiar face. Well. What of it is familiar, outside the mask. Silvan's is... different. Scarred. Two of them, one thinner and white from scalpel and the other broader and pink, where it didn't heal as well, from the strip of skin Leon flayed from the muscle.
"Ach. Haf to go, tschüssi!"
And off he goes again, with a toodles-style wave of his free hand, tiny and manic and armed.
Who let that man have a gun, again?
It's back in RED base, late, alone, that he hears a noise and squints, pausing - he has a syringe of God only fucking knows what in one hand and a rat in the other, with terrified red eyes. He stays like this for several moments, with the rat struggling and his hands frozen. "Allooo," he calls, voice bouncing off tile and corridor.
So - he skids around the corner and almost collides with a familiar face. Well. What of it is familiar, outside the mask. Silvan's is... different. Scarred. Two of them, one thinner and white from scalpel and the other broader and pink, where it didn't heal as well, from the strip of skin Leon flayed from the muscle.
"Ach. Haf to go, tschüssi!"
And off he goes again, with a toodles-style wave of his free hand, tiny and manic and armed.
Who let that man have a gun, again?
It's back in RED base, late, alone, that he hears a noise and squints, pausing - he has a syringe of God only fucking knows what in one hand and a rat in the other, with terrified red eyes. He stays like this for several moments, with the rat struggling and his hands frozen. "Allooo," he calls, voice bouncing off tile and corridor.
