Since my last bottom hoovy drawing received so well, HERE IS PART TWO.
Enjoy, wankahs ♥
I’m very rusty with traditional art.. I sketched out the drawing with a pencil first then added lineart. I am planning to add watercolor on this one. Or acrylics, maybe both? Some stuff looks so messed up, like Heavy’s hand and the tea cup (and everything looks so small lmao..). Maybe I can fix it somehow during the painting process.
IT’S TEA TIME, DOKTOR!
[[I’m back baby.]]
Located on Point 4(2) of Coldfront; Markov is the first to begin the battle. Markov is above near the RED Spawn 2 while JD is near the opposite side of the point. SHOWN HERE
Jane had been at an impasse since the fight schedule first came up. It shouldn’t have been an issue- he was a Soldier, after all, and fighting was what he did best. He loved it, the rush of combat was his bed and butter.
But this was Markov. Fucking Markov. Somebody had a sick sense of humor, and he didn’t have the sense to stop getting involved with people on the other team. Goddamnit, last time was bad enough.
He closes his eyes for a moment. It happened a long time ago, but he could still see that abandoned old morgue, smell the stench of mildew, blood, and fear. The look in his friend’s eyes, the blood flowing over his face from the deep gash cut in it, right before he pulled the trigger.
And either chance or administration being a goddamn asshole pitted him against that same friend today. His instincts were screaming at him to do his duty, to fight, but his sense of loyalty was telling him not to. Remember last time you faced a friend one on one? Remember what happened between you and T—
Shut up. Shut up, self.
Swearing, he fires his launcher, rocketing himself up to a better vantage point. Alright. Where the hell are you…
Of all the people to get assigned to fight, why did it have to be Jane? Ever since he found out the results Markov has been contemplating what he would do. Jane is his friend and has been his friend for years at this point. True they’ve killed each other before, but in those instances it was always collateral damage. Never before have they actively sought each other out.
Fate seemed to have different plans for them.
Sasha is held securely in his hands as he leaves his own base. If he is lucky, he won’t have to use her. Jane is a sensible person, usually, he would hopefully agree to what Markov will suggest.
There’s a rocket launch and Markov’s eyes turn skyward, seeing Jane. Cheerfully he waves and smiles. “Jane! Do not fire! Have idea about how ve can do dis vithout really fighting!”
[[Ok ladies and gents, I worked my ass off on Friday and Saturday so I would have time to RP today. I really can’t express how sorry I am that I got (and still am) homework slammed.
To put it simply, I was doing three massive projects on top of working 18 hours a week (I’m still doing two but one is like 50% done and I still have a bunch of time). Something in my life had to be cut out for time. There was no possible way I could balance everything. RP and games were the obvious choices.
For now, I’m back, though still in a limited sense. While I’ve gotten some major crap out of the way, I’ve still got a lot left. On the upside there less then a month left of school.
So guys, if I owe you a response, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let me know and I will get right on it.]]