How to train your Medic

[red_medic]

Characters: RED Medic (red_medic), RED Heavy (sandvichgood), open to everyone within the RED Base
Location: RED Base - Training area
Time: The evening after this
Style: Starting with the usual prose, but going with whatever Jon feels more comfortable with 8)
Status: open


Self Defense. According to Medic's definition those two words usually translated to: 'RUN! You are faster than them, so RUN! If necessary, turn around and frantically fire a load of syringes at them as long as you just keep running. And for Hippocrates' sake, TRY NOT TO SCREAM LIKE A LITTLE GIRL! Just keep running! Only watch out for the Scouts. And those rockets launched after you. And the bombs. And the minigun fire-- JUST KEEP RUNNING!!'

Actually fighting to defend himself was soemthing the healer rarely did. Even if his übersaw and the blutsauger were always hanging from his belt wherever he went. Some may deem them unpractical, but for Medic... Well. They were his weapons. And even if he wasn't going to leave the base without them any time soon, here he was. Ready to let the Heavy of all people show him how to defend himself with his own hands.

At least he had his labcoat set aside for that along with his weapons. No, Medic wasn't going to run away from this and, no, he wasn't going to scream and frantically shoot syringes at Heavy.

...or at least he hoped so.

A slight frown formed on the man's forehead as he looked up at his friend, raising a single brow "So... How does zhis vork?"

Comments

[red_medic]

[Well, Medic already feels uncomfortable in his outfit, but even he can't help but stare at Italy. Blue. So... much... blue...]

Italy... Zhere should be some more... Appropriate clozhes in zhe locker room.

[Because... Blue. He's entirely... Blue... He clearly wants to punch him. Or run. Or both.]

[savemegermany]

I wear blue a lot...... [ what's wrong with blue? He likes blue. ]

I have a red outfit I could wear instead~

[ he skitters off to rummage through his various clothing. He has a red p-coat, but that wouldn't do for working out. So he digs out a regular t-shirt and sweatpants instead. ]

I'm late, I suck, I already know. D:

[sandvich_good]

Good. Then do so.

[And Heavy will just disappear for a second, to grab the punching bag. Once Italy returns, it should be set up, with Heavy standing to the side of it.]

Just stop saying that already /throws moose at

[red_medic]

[Medic sure wants to ask Heavy if he's serious about that, but the German decides to rather not do so.

Instead, he rather waits for Italy to return, meanwhile casts a slightly worried look over to the punching back. Well. With Heavy standing next to it it sure didn't look as menacing... But still.]

I... Should probably set my glasses aside.

[He mutteres with a sigh before pulling his glasses from his nose.]

/joins in moose throwing

[savemegermany]

[ Italy returns, wearing red pants and a red sailor-collared shirt, his usual work-out outfit when (fail) training with Germany and Japan. ]

Back and in red!

[ he offers a salute with a broad, very lax grin.