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While she was on the intercom- he stood up slowly and looked around the table to see where the heck we was taken to. Though the back of his mind did worry about the scout if they knew he was here..

the medic looked up at the nice lady with a nod. “Um..thank you.”

“Not a problem,” the Sniper said walking overt to him. “I’m Sniper. But everyone here calls me Snipes.”

That’s strange, no real first name basis but he’ll roll with it. Patches cleaned his throat. “Oh, well. My name’s Patches. Or what most of the mercs call me around here..”

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The Sniper grinned and walked over to a PA system and spoke into it. “Ey scout, mind bringing me that jerky I made?” Scout said something Patches couldn’t hear but it caused Tarlae to scowl. “I will shoot you where it counts and tell everyone about last week.” That got scout to panic and hang up, and Tarlae to snicker.

While she was on the intercom- he stood up slowly and looked around the table to see where the heck we was taken to. Though the back of his mind did worry about the scout if they knew he was here..

the medic looked up at the nice lady with a nod. “Um..thank you.”

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“I’ve been in to many to count.” They still seemed nervous as it was strange for a merc to be talking to him than at him. Patches shuffled his feet on the table and scratched the back of his head. “Thank you for taking me away from that scrabble…they always do that when they get their hands on me.”

The Sniper nodded and smiled. “No worries,” she said, standing. “You hungry?”

“ A little…” 
He hated admitting it but he has no business lying to someone who could whisk him way to do what ever snipers need a healing pocket medic do. Patches sat down gentle and hugged his knees as he stared up at her.

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“Well I saw how baldy ya were shakin’,” she said simply. “Can’t blame ya. Don’t like being in tight spaces m’self.” She moved her hair over her shoulder, and rested her elbow on the table.

“I’ve been in to many to count.” They still seemed nervous as it was strange for a merc to be talking to him than at him. Patches shuffled his feet on the table and scratched the back of his head. “Thank you for taking me away from that scrabble…they always do that when they get their hands on me.”

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“What?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t want ya to be on the fightin’ ground. I wanted to know if ya were okay?”

“Eh?”
The confused look on his face rose an eyebrow as he hugged himself a bit. Never moving from his position as he shook. “You are actually asking if I’m okay? Of course not… I didn’t think you guys even care what I feel.”

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The Scout left the room in a frenzy, and the Sniper sighed in relief. She sat the healer down on the table, and kneeled down so she was on her knees and only had her eyes visible. She was intrigued.

“aah..” He silently yelped when she sat in front of him. Wondering what the heck she wanted from him. Patches moved backwards a bit but knew he couldn’t find a safe way off the table. “F-fine i’ll be your pocket healer for this round just…please don’t hurt me.”

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The Sniper could barely hear it, but she did. Tarlae’s eyes softened, and she began to carefully as possible lower her hand to the desk–when scout burst in. Causing Tarlae to panic and cup her hands around the tiny healer and hide him behind her back.

“SCOUT YOU HORSE’S ASS GET OUT!!!”

Right before he could dart for freedom- he screamed out from being encased in fingers. Pushing against them like trying to pry a door open but then he heard another voice. Patches covered his mouth- scared he gave himself away. He didn’t want to be in a jar again.

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The Sniper’s face went from curiosity to concern. The poor creature was terrified…and she couldn’t really blame him. Tarlae sat the jar down and removed the lid of the jar before attempting to tilt the tiny healer into her palm.

He tried not to roll into the giant’s palm- trying to cling to the edge but it was hopeless as they slid down the jar and into the surprisingly soft palms of the lady. Patches fell face first and slowly looked up- his nervous squeal under his breath was more evident now that he was out. Looking like he could barley speak. 

“P-p-please let me go….I’m begging.”

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Tarlae was getting sick of this, and the movement of the tiny medic caught her eye. Without warning the Sniper vanished from the argument, grabbed the jar, and ran down the hall. Climbing up the ladder she jostled the jar a lot more than she’d planned–and even more so when she tripped. The jar didn’t go flying but its occupant was shaken up due to the fall.

“Augh…bloody hell…” the Sniper hissed.

His body flew to the other side of the jar when it was falling down on the ground. Smacking his face against the cold glass as they were screaming about- falling back down to the other side of the jar as his body was getting seriously beaten up. Patches moaned as he rubbed his head. It hurt to even move though he did try to crawl to the jar’s top.

The Australian woman stood, and walked over to where she had several other jars, and softly sat it down. She then turned around, and walked downstairs.

The noise from the giants grew insanely loud, then all wet quiet. The giant who had swiped the jar Patches was in came back up the ladder, and walked back to the jar. She picked it up, sat is back down, and observed its occupant.

His face planted on the glass, watching her leave him to his own devices. Patches looked up at the jar lid and jumped many times but couldn’t reach the darn thing- not that it mattered anyways. He wouldn’t be strong enough to twist it anyways. When she returned he squeaked and ran to the over side of the jar, backing far away from the giantess as possible while he was hyperventilating. Staring up in horror and was tearing up a bit.

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Tarlae was getting sick of this, and the movement of the tiny medic caught her eye. Without warning the Sniper vanished from the argument, grabbed the jar, and ran down the hall. Climbing up the ladder she jostled the jar a lot more than she’d planned–and even more so when she tripped. The jar didn’t go flying but its occupant was shaken up due to the fall.

“Augh…bloody hell…” the Sniper hissed.

His body flew to the other side of the jar when it was falling down on the ground. Smacking his face against the cold glass as they were screaming about- falling back down to the other side of the jar as his body was getting seriously beaten up. Patches moaned as he rubbed his head. It hurt to even move though he did try to crawl to the jar’s top.