Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

She looked behind the bottles and what she found was astounding at best. It was a miniature person!

She didn’t disrupt them after spying through the empty bottle but instead, she crouched down so that she was more level with it.

“Hey.. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you..” The woman said with a smile, as exhausted and world weary as it was, it was genuine.

He really didn’t have anything to worry about from this one.

“Just.. just be relieved it wasn’t one of the other bar staff or the boss..”

They yelped when they saw that they were making direct eye contact with him. The doctor scooted up on the wall with both of his hands planted on it as he stared upwards at them in fear. 

As it was obvious he was shaking- they did hear her speaking in a gentle tone despite him breaking something.Though he still was cautious from those anxiety demons. His voice was pretty quiet and humble when he actually did. “I…I-I I am sorry for b-breaking your cup!” 

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

After picking up the glass, she went to try and move the bottles and such around so that the missing glass didn’t look as obvious.

It wasn’t until she thought she saw a shape by one of the bottles that she paused for a moment.

“Hmm? What’s that..”

Her voice was somewhat soft with a little hint of warmth. Completely contrasted by how she had to put up a front when dealing with rowdy customers. There wasn’t anything rowdy happening now..

They couldn’t help it when they let out a small squeak when she heard her speak up. Patches got down on his knees and started slowly crawling behind the bottles. Hyperventilating as he feared he was going to get caught red handed. However what he failed to notice in his panic was that;

the bottles he was crossing behind were empty.

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

The woman looked up as she heard what seemed to be a glass smashing, and after turning down the radio she carefully went to the bar area. 

She’d picked up the glass carefully before sweeping up the smaller parts. Of course, she thought she’d seen something move out of the corner of her eye. Was there a mouse living behind her bar or was there something more?..”

Patches chest pumped as he skid to hide behind a more translucent bottle. He grabbed his chest and slid down the bottle to sit down. He felt pain but also was mortified that the human’s attention leaned over closer to him. In no way he wanted to be found but at the same time was frozen in absolute fear.

Run For Cover!

zhemedic:

The base was lacking in medics

another doctor was assigned from another facility for more recruits. It’s not so often that he shifts but he gives it a good outlook on this because not only would he be in a new atmosphere away from the scorching heat but also to meet new faces. 

The mission began shortly all running through the vicinity of the base, roaring and fighting as if their lives depends on it. Alfons already encountered a blue sentry nesting near the capping point but rather looking and stopping, he already got ripped to shreds because of it. Oh no, no..he will get back it once and for all!

Coming back to respawn, the medic began healing to build up his charge in order to get back at that sentry. When drawn close, he lay low and hidden until he was ready to pop the uber with a class that was useful. His gun eventually electrified, making him grin, “excellent!~ Now to find…–” He suddenly witnessed a Scout dying before him. A hand face palmed his features, “nein, not you…Hmmm?” Something had caught his attention though, something…rather small. Is that…a person? The little person was wearing their red attire as well. All his comrades were almost or over six feet including himself. This guy however is just half a foot! 

Alfons snorted but held the rest in and called forth toward the little guy, who seemed to be coming to his direction anyway, “guten tag!~ Aren’t you a-little too young to be..serving in zhe var?”

Well out running an aimed sentry seemed to be the last of his problems now. He didn’t realize there was someone there before they called out to them. The small man was busy running away from immediate danger and making sure no one was taking swings at him. 

Despite that however he heeled to a stop when the medic started making those jokes. If it wasn’t dragging him out into battle or jarring him just because they think it’s funny for the 100th time- it was the jokes he really didn’t like. His cheeks puffed up in anger as he looked up at the man as he was taking a breather from running. 

“Hold- hold on I am a full grown man!!”

His yell would be very- very quiet to hear as the sounds of the battle where in full swing. He’d have to be closer for him to be loud and clear.

golden-gaze:

Keeping Patches as a pet was basically what Derian’s plans amounted to, at least until he got bored of him. Let’s not think about what he might do then.

He just microwaved some chicken and brought it to the table as well as drinks and such, not paying much mind to the trembling man in his pocket though he could feel it. And of course the moth went completely unnoticed.

At least the food smelled good to his sensitive nose. His head leaned a bit forward as he bit his lower lip. Trying to get a better look as his stomach grummbled. It was like he was mimicking a starving dog. The insect grew closer and was right above them. She dropped down and started to fly around the giant’s head.

guestsinhisworld:

He considered the request for a moment. He remembered that Patches worked as a medic, but wasn’t sure what he could do for a wound that had already healed, even if it was still sore from time to time. Then again, he wasn’t really one to doubt things.

“The Host… supposes that would be alright.”

With the given permission- patches walked closer to them. The little doctor had taken care of bullet wounds and had them healed as if nothing ever happened to them. Though taking care of wounds this  old…. he didn’t know. However there was another challenge, When his neck bent a little back he noticed he couldn’t exactly get up there. 

“Uh…uhm. If it isn’t any trouble-”

politescoutrussell:

Russell was tense. His heart pounded in his chest. He watched Mothra carefully. At least she was safe and out of sight for, the ladies there.

But then the little bun fell over as well, and that made Russell realise that it could be Patches. The first one he had been speaking to clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Those shelves, I honestly need to get them replaced, now the cupcakes are falling down,” she said, nodding, “If you pick that up for me, I’ll get a replacement from the back.”

“No problem,” Russell said. With that, they were both out of sight and Russell quickly hurried over to where the bun had fallen. He held his bag open first.

“Patches? You there? They can’t see you right now, you need to be quick. Ehehe…” He whispered as quietly as he could.

A little head peaked from behind the pastry when he was relived to see the scout there ready for transportation. Patches took no time into hopping into the messagnger bag as the moth followed him in. When the doctor saw the moth he grabbed it and hugged it tightly. 

“Mothra I was so worried!!! Please don’t scare me like that again!!” He was drastically petting their fuzz and kissing their forehead.

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

All the while, she had no idea that she was having company in the bar. Still mopping the floor like she didn’t have a care in the world and almost dancing about with the mop while doing so.

It wasn’t often she had this kind of peace. She did know that she had to clean up the bar itself afterwards..

Patches looked back- thinking he could run back to the hole behind the bottles. They sprinted to get there quickly as possible however in their haste they accidentally ram their foot in a whisky shot glass and it fell to the ground with a smash. The man held his foot in pain but also was distracted by the mess he just caused.

politescoutrussell:

Russell kept talking about this and that. It was only for long enough for Patches to get his fill. One of them had already stepped back behind the counter to get his requested items.

But then the one who stayed screamed in some alarm and jumped back when she saw the moth.

“Oh goodness, the moth problem is getting worse,” she said, as she eyed Mothra, “I really need to put a pest fog machine in at some point, they’ll eat your clothes if you’re not careful.”

“Ehehe, I’ll keep that in mind. Don’t worry, they don’t bother me that much,” Russell said, willing for Mothra to go out of sight quickly.

When the bag was half way full he jolted from the scream. Worried about his pet as they were talking about moths. Patches buttoned up his bag and left the bun that had an obvious part ripped from it. The moth gently flew onto the scout’s bag once again as Patches poked his head out a little and…wasn’t sure how to get his attention. The doc looked around before he moved over to a small cup cake and pushed it quickly off of the edge. Hiding right after behind the cinnamon roll.