blutundgerechtigkeit:

maitressejustine:

-She nods and moves her hands from fucking with his face to squeezing his shoulders with a bit of real affection. Even if he’s fretting over nothing (like usual)- 

I know… but they’re only going to benefit by learning on their own. We can’t coddle them forever. 

And of course she’s watching them!

-Discipline them, well, no not really. She’s doing a lot of disciplining the couch with her ass-

Well they gave me a separate room. Unless you want to keep all your clothes on the floor I should probably use it.

-But that reminds her of something- 

So. Walter’s gone. 

Is it at least nearby? 

-Huffs and rolls his eyes, irritated that he can’t somehow get a damn room with his wife. Not to mention he’d love to put these bags down and help her unpack so that her room is properly organized.-

Yeah, he’s transferred out, you’ll be happy to know. We’re not exactly on good terms… I left him finally.

Yeah it’s… down the hall I think?

-She gets a glance at his huffiness and clicks her tongue, still grinning try as she might to hide it- 

I didn’t say I wouldn’t sleep in your bed, did I? But half a closet simply isn’t good enough for me. 

-Once they’re at the right door she just kicks it open, expecting it to be unlocked and getting a damn well hurting foot for her troubles- 

Ahhh! Fuck! Does it kill them to unlock the door!?

-Whatever, she has the key. Lazy janitorial service. Once it’s open she strolls inside and immediately flops on the bed. To work, husband- 

Mmmm. I am happy to know~

Did that happen prior to his departure? What was the straw?

-There’s no hiding that grin now- 

Did he transfer because you broke his heart or something?

blutundgerechtigkeit:

maitressejustine:

-She shrugs, as if to say… what the hell does he expect her to do? When she’s not even living with them currently.. nor does she care what they get up to. Not in that respect- 

Well I think your sister has… wouldn’t put it past her getting them birth control…

-That pleases her, though, thinking of them fending for themselves… just like real women should~ She pats her husband’s cheeks in response- 

Oh they already know.

We killed a homeless man together when I was back home for practice. It was good fun.

-She’s missed messing with him- 

-Responds to that nonsense by nudging her with his shoulder. He believed her for a moment, with a shocked expression, before he remembered how much she loved to fuck with him. Gullibility was natural to him.-

I hate being away from them, not being able to keep an eye on who they’re with. Especially with the way the education system is these days, yeah? And Elsa, she won’t keep them disciplined at all. 

-Sighs and shifts his weight to balance out the bags, this bitch probably brought her entire closet. Hopefully his too.- Are you staying with me or did they give you a separate room?

-She nods and moves her hands from fucking with his face to squeezing his shoulders with a bit of real affection. Even if he’s fretting over nothing (like usual)- 

I know… but they’re only going to benefit by learning on their own. We can’t coddle them forever. 

And of course she’s watching them!

-Discipline them, well, no not really. She’s doing a lot of disciplining the couch with her ass-

Well they gave me a separate room. Unless you want to keep all your clothes on the floor I should probably use it.

-But that reminds her of something- 

So. Walter’s gone. 

donny-american-dragon:

maitressejustine:

donny-american-dragon:

Yeah uh, I’m doing alright…

*He shifts a bit, uncomfortably.*

I’m sorry, I think we’ve met but I’m not sure…

I’m Donny, Donny Xiao.

That’s good—I heard that you all had some more trouble while I was sparse -she clicks her tongue and grabs the top of his scalp to turn his head a bit to get a good look at his face- I am Justine. Should you want me to examine you for any problems I am available. 

That is it’s my job… regrettably. 

Oh, uh, yeah, these uh, weird clone things attacked the ba-

*Woa okay what is she doing why is she grabbing his hair Donny does not want this. He fixes her with a wide eyed, slightly panicked gaze and gulps.*

That. Uh. Well I think I’m probably fine but. I’ll keep that in mind…

…can you. Let go of my hair please… ma’am.

… Again? 

Are they ever going to fix this shit hole?

-Not that she expects the poor boy to have an answer. Mostly she’s speaking to herself. God, does she detest that fat bastard. She hopes he chokes on his own food- 

Why? Why do you look scared? 

-Justine lets him go at his request, but she can read his expression pretty easily. And it’s more amusing than anything- 

I’m not allowed to hurt you, remember? I’m your doctor~

-Nevermind she barely has any medical training whatsoever- 

(Source : mountainlab-base)

manofmedicine:

maitressejustine:

manofmedicine:

mountainlab-base:

Please welcome the always lovely Dr. Justine Bouchard-Metzger back to Mountain Lab. 

QvQ!!!

*A pretty face AND someone to fill a RED Medic position. NO AUTOBALANCE FOR THE MEDICS. YAAY.*

-Wiggles her fingers at him-

:} It’s been a while hasn’t it? How have you been? Curb that fire-phobia yet?

*Waves frantically*

Ja it has! I’ve been… vell enough.

Hm? Vhat? It- IT VASN’T A PHOBIA. I just… don’t vant to be burned alive. *Shudders*

You seemed pretty scared to me. 

-If he thinks she’s going to abandon teasing him, well, he’s sadly mistaken- 

I can’t help but notice there’s a significant absence in our little community. Was there a transfer or did everyone just get killed? Knowing this place that wouldn’t exactly surprise me. 

oldmanwinterhascome:

maitressejustine:

oldmanwinterhascome:

According to the bilboard news, you must be Justine Bouchard-Metz—

…Aah, you must be Hein’s wife. 

A pleasure to meet you. I am Alvar.

So he talks about me~

Good that’s what I expect of him. 

-She wonders if this man is a friend of sorts, of her husband’s, considering he just referred to the other man so casually. She ponders, bemusedly, if this one will be better than some of the other people he surrounds himself with…. maybe… less of a degenerate. Or just not white inbred trash. That’d be peachy. She holds out her hand expectantly- 

You pronounce it well. What is it you do for… our team, Alvar?

He mentioned having a wife, but your name gave it away.
*He smiles politely* Just a little. 

*Why yes, he is a friend of Heinrich’s, and it might just be his own biased opinion but Alvar thinks a teensy bit higher of himself than of loud and scandalous rednecks. But that might just be his own hubris acting up. 
She seems articulate enough, however. *

Thank you very much.French is not my strong suit, I am glad I  did not butcher your name.

*He smiles still, polite as ever.* 

I am a bit of an interior decorator. I add splashes of grey matter to the walls, and the bullet holes distract well enough from the cracks. 

I might be biased but I think it’s the very best language in the world. 

-She laughs well beyond it being appropriate at his quip, the sound unpleasantly nasally- 

Well that’s just lovely! I’m sure BLU appreciates the additions to their abode—though I hope you don’t do that sort of thing over here. 

-And she’s really hinting that she hopes he doesn’t call himself shooting at her. But her tone is light. It’s mostly a tease, a jab at the overall… instability of their teammates- 

I’m currently a Medic. I prefer to fight more than heal though. 

oldmanwinterhascome:

According to the bilboard news, you must be Justine Bouchard-Metz—

…Aah, you must be Hein’s wife. 

A pleasure to meet you. I am Alvar.

So he talks about me~

Good that’s what I expect of him. 

-She wonders if this man is a friend of sorts, of her husband’s, considering he just referred to the other man so casually. She ponders, bemusedly, if this one will be better than some of the other people he surrounds himself with…. maybe… less of a degenerate. Or just not white inbred trash. That’d be peachy. She holds out her hand expectantly- 

You pronounce it well. What is it you do for… our team, Alvar?

donny-american-dragon:

maitressejustine:

donny-american-dragon:

mountainlab-base:

Please welcome the always lovely Dr. Justine Bouchard-Metzger back to Mountain Lab. 

…

*Trying to figure out if he remembers this person*

-Notes that he doesn’t look like he’s had any breakdown of sorts. Well… good for them-

You seem healthy. 

Yeah uh, I’m doing alright…

*He shifts a bit, uncomfortably.*

I’m sorry, I think we’ve met but I’m not sure…

I’m Donny, Donny Xiao.

That’s good—I heard that you all had some more trouble while I was sparse -she clicks her tongue and grabs the top of his scalp to turn his head a bit to get a good look at his face- I am Justine. Should you want me to examine you for any problems I am available. 

That is it’s my job… regrettably. 

manofmedicine:

mountainlab-base:

Please welcome the always lovely Dr. Justine Bouchard-Metzger back to Mountain Lab. 

QvQ!!!

*A pretty face AND someone to fill a RED Medic position. NO AUTOBALANCE FOR THE MEDICS. YAAY.*

-Wiggles her fingers at him-

:} It’s been a while hasn’t it? How have you been? Curb that fire-phobia yet?

-What a fragile looking thing they have working with them. She hopes he can do his job at the very least- 

I don’t quite think we’ve met. My name is Justine. I was stationed… I worked here for a while up until a few months ago. 

… are you… a mercenary?

-He could be a well dressed janitor she supposes- 

blutundgerechtigkeit:

maitressejustine:

-She’s happy to be speaking in their native tongue—rather, her native tongue. But she’s considerate enough not to jab his accent. At least he’s carrying her shit- 

Well I suppose it slipped my mind. Or maybe I wanted to surprise you. 

-Scratches his scalp- 

She’s fine—and they’re both causing trouble. Having sex and getting involved in the protests. What else would they be doing~

-Does his best not to sigh at her touch and act like a damned puppy. He’s too happy to see her to complain about her not calling ahead.-

They are?! -The poor man’s voice nearly becomes a squawk in his distress.- You’re letting them? You and Elsa, I swear… They could get into serious trouble! Have you at least been drowning them in condoms? At least that? 

We need to teach them to defend themselves. Next I’m home I’ll show them how to fire a gun.

-She shrugs, as if to say… what the hell does he expect her to do? When she’s not even living with them currently.. nor does she care what they get up to. Not in that respect- 

Well I think your sister has… wouldn’t put it past her getting them birth control…

-That pleases her, though, thinking of them fending for themselves… just like real women should~ She pats her husband’s cheeks in response- 

Oh they already know.

We killed a homeless man together when I was back home for practice. It was good fun.

-She’s missed messing with him-