HAE AT 'EM, LASSIES

Th'name be Aifric DeGroot, demolitions woman workin' for BLU. My wee bird is called Mungo, and if ye mess with either of us ye be askin' for a whole heap o' trouble.

Ye've probably heard o' me no-good scoundrel of a cousin Tavish over on RED. I plan to show him a thing or two about how it's done.

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  1. iamfullycharged:

    demolass:

    /Walks briskly to the kitchen, a bit more nimbly than someone who ingests so much alcohol really ought to, letting the two men trail behind. Glances back and snickers at the medic./ Aye, yer wee doves? I doubt they can even give a proper nip with those cute little beaks they’ve got. /Finds an empty jam jar in one of the cupboards, then starts pulling unlikely things out of the refrigerator and mixing them into some milk./ Ye don’t happen to have an extra rubber glove I can borrow, do ye Doc?

    /Is being insulted left right and centre, here, and doesn’t like it in the slightest. He does his best to keep pace with the Scot, though - trying to catch up with her, even, as futile an endeavour as that may be./ You would be surprised what sort of damage a flock of angry birds can inflict, Frau DeGroot. /Can’t help but watch the mixing very warily - at least she’s not pulling things out of his refrigerator, so the chances of something lethal accidentally ending up in the mix are… low./ A what?

    /Laughs./ Well, I suppose I best not be askin’ what ye’re feedin’ the creatures to make ‘em capable of that sort of behavior. An’ I hope ye’ve only got ‘em sicced on the REDs, don’t want this place turnin’ into a bloody Hitchcock film. /Sniffs at a carton of yogurt, wrinkles her nose, and tosses it in the trash./ Bloody idiots, leavin’ rancid stuff sittin’ about. Eh…an’ I need t’cut a finger off th’glove, kitty’s bottle needs a nipple, see? 

    (Source: heavyweaponsshy)

     
     
  2. iamfullycharged:

    demolass:

    iamfullycharged:

    /has mixed feelings about taking in a cat, especially one that he met literally five minutes ago/ Well- for now, we- well, it doesn’t seem to want to eat, so I thought perhaps- some milk, or… /literally knows next to nothing about cats, much more of a bird person, really/

    /Reaches out to take the kitten, as the Medic is obviously uncomfortable holding it./ Eh, I hope ye weren’t plannin’ on just givin’ it plain cow’s milk. Y’need to mix some egg yolks an’ yoghurt an’ such in there. An’ evaporated milk’s better, makes ‘em bloat less. Well, that’s as much as I can remember, anyway. /She eyes Mungo pointedly. The parrot is now chewing on her hair./ An’ don’tchye worry, it won’t be a danger to yer birds for a good while yet. An’ when it is I’m sure yer big friend can keep it in his room.

    /just isn’t used to dealing with cats, especially small ones/ Ah- of course, Frau. /No, his total lack of expertise is thoroughly on show today. This is not awesome. He frowns, though, at the mention of his birds - gives the parrot a wary look, and then the Scot herself/ I am certain that they are more than capable of defending themselves.

    /Walks briskly to the kitchen, a bit more nimbly than someone who ingests so much alcohol really ought to, letting the two men trail behind. Glances back and snickers at the medic./ Aye, yer wee doves? I doubt they can even give a proper nip with those cute little beaks they’ve got. /Finds an empty jam jar in one of the cupboards, then starts pulling unlikely things out of the refrigerator and mixing them into some milk./ Ye don’t happen to have an extra rubber glove I can borrow, do ye Doc?

    (Source: heavyweaponsshy)

     
     
  3. iamfullycharged:

    demolass:

    iamfullycharged:

    /jumps somewhat at the Demolady’s presence - he’d been trying to focus on the cat he’s holding, and not- dropping or hurting the thing, which seems so harmless, really, and- well, at least making sure that it’s alright can’t hurt, right?/

    Ach- Frau DeGroot. Ja. Well- It’s not mine. Arkasha found it behind the base. /glances at the cat, warily, before turning his attention back to the Scot/

    /Raises an eyebrow and idly lets her parrot nibble on her finger./ Aye, a foundling then? Can I ask what ye boys plan on doin’ with it? Y’see I had an aunt I lived with for a while who would take in all th’stray moggies in th’neibourheid, so I might know just a bit about carin’ for th’orphans.

    /has mixed feelings about taking in a cat, especially one that he met literally five minutes ago/ Well- for now, we- well, it doesn’t seem to want to eat, so I thought perhaps- some milk, or… /literally knows next to nothing about cats, much more of a bird person, really/

    /Reaches out to take the kitten, as the Medic is obviously uncomfortable holding it./ Eh, I hope ye weren’t plannin’ on just givin’ it plain cow’s milk. Y’need to mix some egg yolks an’ yoghurt an’ such in there. An’ evaporated milk’s better, makes ‘em bloat less. Well, that’s as much as I can remember, anyway. /She eyes Mungo pointedly. The parrot is now chewing on her hair./ An’ don’tchye worry, it won’t be a danger to yer birds for a good while yet. An’ when it is I’m sure yer big friend can keep it in his room.

    (Source: heavyweaponsshy)

     
     
  4. JAMES IS ONLY BLU DEMOMAN

    thereddemo:

    umbrellasandsocks:

    WHERE ARE THE OTHER DEMOMEN IN GENERAL?

    WE NEED MORE DEMOS.

    REBLOG IF YOU AGREE, TUMBLRFORT.

    Well, hullo there, lassie!

    Well, if it ain’t me cousin Tavish. 

    (Source: partakeofthenematodes)

     
     
  5. iamfullycharged:

    demolass:

    iamfullycharged:

    /hesitates for a moment before taking the cat - there’s no way he can really get out of it, is there? He holds the thing rather gingerly, though, eyeing it warily - if it pisses all over him, there will be hell to pay/ …Well. Lead the way, then.

    /Aifric is leaning against the wall, Mungo dozing on her shoulder as she swigs some mediocre whiskey that an engineer reccomended. She peers suspiciously out of her good eye at the two men walking towards the kitchen, something cradled in the medic’s hands. Is that…? She swaggers up behind them and tries to get a better look, her parrot craning his neck in mimicry of his owner./

    Eeeyy Doc, that a wee kitty y’got there? 

    /jumps somewhat at the Demolady’s presence - he’d been trying to focus on the cat he’s holding, and not- dropping or hurting the thing, which seems so harmless, really, and- well, at least making sure that it’s alright can’t hurt, right?/

    Ach- Frau DeGroot. Ja. Well- It’s not mine. Arkasha found it behind the base. /glances at the cat, warily, before turning his attention back to the Scot/

    /Raises an eyebrow and idly lets her parrot nibble on her finger./ Aye, a foundling then? Can I ask what ye boys plan on doin’ with it? Y’see I had an aunt I lived with for a while who would take in all th’stray moggies in th’neibourheid, so I might know just a bit about carin’ for th’orphans.

    (Source: heavyweaponsshy)

     
     
  6. iamfullycharged:

    heavyweaponsshy:

    /Practically shoves the kitten at the doctor, nervous about holding it any longer in his giant hands of killing./ Here, you take? I will lead way to kitchen. Can find way there with blindfold on by now, ha!

    /hesitates for a moment before taking the cat - there’s no way he can really get out of it, is there? He holds the thing rather gingerly, though, eyeing it warily - if it pisses all over him, there will be hell to pay/ …Well. Lead the way, then.

    /Aifric is leaning against the wall, Mungo dozing on her shoulder as she swigs some mediocre whiskey that an engineer reccomended. She peers suspiciously out of her good eye at the two men walking towards the kitchen, something cradled in the medic’s hands. Is that…? She swaggers up behind them and tries to get a better look, her parrot craning his neck in mimicry of his owner./

    Eeeyy Doc, that a wee kitty y’got there? 

     
     
  7. spidemo:

    Of course not! Why would I eat a fellow monster? I don’t do that. Naaah…

    I… Just, ye know, trap some o’ my webs. One errant twitch… And KABLOOIE!

    I might not be able t’tell th’ difference between food an’ ye, ye see. I don’t have me good eye anymore.

    Speakin’ of food, I’ll have tah raid their fridge again tonight fer Scrumpy. Ye should try; when yer silent, it pays off.

    Ye touch me bloody scrumpy an I’ll cut yer ugly head off, y’abomination.

     
     
  8. :1 So earlier. Were you askin' me out for drinks, Demo?
    asked by americanvalkyrie
    answer:

    I donnae think REDs an’ BLUs should be fraternizin’ after what happened wi’ Jane an’ me cousin. But I suppose a bit o’ drinkin’ might be all right if we made it into somethin’ of a competition?

     
     
  9. For the fucking record,

    americanvalkyrie:

    demolass:

    Y’obviously ain’t got no imagination in that thick American skull o’ yours, boyo.

     I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR IMAGINATION BECAUSE I DO NOT SMOKE POT.

    Nae, y’don’t need any Mary Jane. Just a wee bit o’ scrumpy t’grease the wheels o’ yer noggin. Hehehe.

    (Source: jezebellsfortress)

     
     
  10. For the fucking record,

    americanvalkyrie:

    jezebellsfortress:

    U:

    I have female parts you know.

     But you said you let him ride you.

    That don’t imply no lady parts.

    Y’obviously ain’t got no imagination in that thick American skull o’ yours, boyo.