▶ I. ERRATIC BEHAVIOR [Anyone who had decided to share Junkrat's particular VR experience are currently being treated to a dystopian looking version of the Australian Outback. It's not so bad, really. It could be a lot worse! Junkrat doesn't seem too bothered by it, and going by how he looks, it's likely that he feels at home. Why wouldn't he? This is something his brain conjured up, after all. Speaking of, he's currently lumbering over towards a particularly off looking virtual reality created person. They're...walking? Sort of? More like they're floating along in a T-pose, as though something's gone off with the programming. At some point they stop short, not really responding to Junkrat trying to interact with them.]
Oi. HEY. Are you listening to me ya drongo? [The T-posing Junkertown citizen doesn't really seem to react beyond visually glitching a bit, which only results in Junkrat hauling back and kicking it with his good leg. The action only seems to serve to knock himself off balance and he half scuffles back before regaining his balance. That's when he turns to face his companion in this mess, large eyebrows furrowed, lips turned down in a scowl]
Some virtual reality this is!!! Doesn't even feel all that realistic. [ Expectations shattered. And then the T-posing denizen lifts their leg at the knee.... and kicks, swiftly and without mercy. Their foot lands square in Junkrat's rear end and he stumbles forward thanks to his peg prosthetic, face full of asphalt. Graceful.]
▶ II. GLITTER'D [The first tweet of the whistle hadn't done anything. Anything at all. At least, that's what it seemed like when he'd blown it a minute ago. Unfortunately, Junkrat's not the poster boy for patience, so with a dramatic roll of his eyes he blows the whistle again. ...And again. Honestly it's probably a mistake to have let him be the one to handle the whistle in this situation, but without Roadhog around to rein him in, he's enthusiastically tromping away at just about anything he can think of to do.
Which is why he'd taken this "job" to begin with. Catch Sprites? Pah, EASY MONEY.
That's what he thinks, at least, until the swarm of sprites he's summoned with multiple whistle toots come barreling his way. Comically, and as though it would have any sort of impact on this situation, he shoves the whistle into the nearest person's hands. Unsurprisingly it has no effect on the sprites as they swarm around the general vicinity with an unbridled excitement. Several fly way too close to Junkrat for his tastes, and before he thinks about it or can be told NOT TO, he swats them away. Or that had been the intention. Instead, as they are wont to do with the moonblessed, they burst into inordinate amounts of rainbow glitter. Most of which, now resides on Junkrat himself, and whoever else is near him.]
What're you lookin' at? [Honestly, Junkrat normally does a pretty good job at looking scary when he wants to... sort of. Right now though, covered head to toe in rainbow glitter and a net full of struggling pixies? He looks more ridiculous than he usually does and that's kind of impressive. As though to emphasize just how absolutely stupid this situation is, some of the glitter in his hair shifts and falls, causing him to sputter the multicolored flakes everywhere with exasperated gusto.]
▶ III. DRAGON SONG [Junkrat isn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth, but strange looking food from people he doesn't know? No. Nope. No way. He is a grown ass adult who knows better. So this fruit basket? Currently being lugged down the apartment hallway by 1 hunched over, grumpy looking disaster of a man.]
Hey. You! Take this. I'm not interested. I'm no idiot and I don't trust it. I wasn't born yesterday and this right here just reeks of a trap, and THAT, I'm an expert in. [Super hard sell, you see. Very convincing that whoever this is he's accosting should take the basket of fruit off his hands. Except that his voice—as off putting as his demeanor is, and unconvincing as his argument ALSO is—may seem to be pretty convincing somehow.
Curious... Clearly, someone may have tried the fruit beforehand, despite what he's saying.]
can't believe the radioactivity didn't get his balls but a t-posing virtual entity did
( Angela was fascinated with the technology and had already realized that the randomization ended up taking her to someone else's "mindscape", and sometimes they still happened to be in them. Post-disaster Australia is something unique to their time, she's quite certain. And while the U.N. had entirely sealed off the country to humanitarian aid and she's never been, she still recognizes it fairly easily.
What she doesn't recognize is the strange t-posing form the AI has taken, still learning and trying to fill in blanks, or the man who is oddly somehow familiar yelling at it. Angela isn't often one for scouring wanted ads, is all. It won't click for her.
She's almost leaping forward as he stumbles on the peg leg with his kick, a surprised little sound slipping from her, and doesn't even begin to form a reply before the AI has indeed learned something in this simulation and lashes out with a return kick square in the rump.
This time she does try to catch him, but she's too late. She'll offer him a hand anyway. )
Oh! Goodness, are you all right? I think they're still tweaking the learning software to flesh out the scenes we see.
i read tweaking as twerking like twice and I was like this tag could literally not get any worse
[His eyes are still clamped shut past the impact his face made with the ground. He only slowly opens them when he senses someone standing next to him. He watches Angela from his very auspicious position on the ground, eyes watching her hand as though it's going to leap out and bite him.
He listens more than responds as he grabs her hand to help heft him up to his normal, poorly postured stance.]
Yeah, not like I'm some prissy dandy trudging through the outback or nothin. 'm fine. [he pauses, glancing at the glitching AI with an air of irritation and mistrust. It DID, after all, just kick him in the ass.]
No one told me this would mean interactin' with bots. [he sets his hands on his hips, eyes squinting at Angela]
( When he does give in and takes her hand, she reaches to cup his elbow and keeps ahold of him long enough to see him steady to his feet and check him over for any injuries, but the virtual world is a bit kinder to them than the real one with headsets off. The chroma, however, still feels quite real. Curious. A trick of the sensors, or perhaps they'd ended up really touching? She'd thought she was sitting down, but that may no longer be the case. )
My, so you are from Australia? That's not an accent I hear often anymore. And these aren't robots; they're simple AI constructs in the virtual reality system, as far as I can tell. We're having our nervous system stimulated in a way that makes them feel real. Same with our senses; that's their selling point.
( It's habit, brushing off her knees even if she hadn't knelt down to the floor, or even that there was a floor, but the smile she offers him is a genuine thing. )
My name is Angela; I'm originally from Switzerland. But no, I've been brought here much as you were, some months ago. I'm a doctor. Have you only just arrived?
IT WASN'T BUT IT IS NOW no i lied please be nice to me
[Okay so getting helped to his feet isn't something he minds or feels like should be particularly engaging but chroma's weird and he winds up flexing his hand once she lets him go, almost experimentally. Hrm. But he only gets a second to focus on that before she's going off on the difference between ai and robots and he just kind of squints at her, only barely half following. Right okay. Yes.]
...Sounds like bots to me. Close enough anyway. AI, whatever. Shouldn'tve tried the blasted thing. Oughta kick it right in its sensors in retaliation if you ask me. Sure deserves it after THAT maneuver.
[He whirls around to point at the AI, who hasn't moved from its kick position. Mocking blankly. He dislikes you. His attention swivels back to Angela again though, pausing.]
Erh, yeah. You know after being stuck on a moon or whatever. [Stop being nice he's not sure how to process this? He's setting on cautious suspicion for now.] Thanks for the uh, hand up, Doc.
[Tactfully???? avoiding name exchange.......]
"""nice"""???? who told me not to be nice to a dirt goblin??? "nice" has left the premises
( Yeah that's going right over his head, poor dear. Is he from her Australia, or the Australia before it all went down...? It's difficult to say when it'd been before her time and it's a bit of an oddity in the textbooks anymore, but his general aversion to the concept of A.I. probably says enough. )
Well, these are constructs from your mind, as opposed to anything singular with its own personality. Terrorizing it isn't going to end well, you know.
( Bad news for ya mate... Angela never stops being nice. :\ Sorry buddy. But his whirling between her and the AI person is enough to have her breathing out a little laugh, shaking her head. )
Welcome to Prismatica then, in that case. I'm only sorry you were roped right into testing these things out. And you don't need to thank me for a bit of help; it's what I do. And what am I to call you?
[Hanzo watches on from a good distance away. He's never inclined to do much about whatever foolishness the Prismals try to rope the moonblessed into. The majority of the time he stays clear, but the sight before him is like that of a train wreck. How does one look away despite knowing exactly how it might end? Spoiler: Horribly, and with an abundance of glitter, he presumes.
But then the man comes toward him and speaks to him as though it is anyone else's fault that he is a mess. The archer frowns, wanting nothing to do with the whistle or any of the pixies.]
The physical embodiment of a disaster. What are you looking at?
[Why does he smell fire? Hanzo glances around and then stares at the man before him. Ah--yes.] I have seen you before. On a wanted poster.
[You know what they say about assumptions, though, right? Except in this case (especially in this case) it's not an incorrect one. Regardless: rude. Junkrat lifts the hand holding the net of pixies up, jutting out an index finger to point at Hanzo—he fully plans on a retort, until the archer keeps speaking and his own demeanor kind of deflates like a balloon that's lost all of its air.
Uh. A flash of worry speeds over his features before he screws it up into a scowl, standing up just a little straighter.]
N-no way, mate. You've got me mistaken for someone else, ain't even been here a week yet!
[At least, that's the situation he's hoping for. A once over doesn't bring recognition for Junkrat, other than this guy gives off an air he decides he doesnt' really like.]
Makin' an honest payday here, mate. If you hadn't noticed.
[Hanzo isn't aware of the extent of their height difference until the man stands up straighter and he nearly has to tip his head back to see his face. If it's a show of intimidation, the archer isn't buying it. Tall or not, the man is two limbs short of being threatening unless he can do damage with that peg leg of his.]
No. You are not wanted here. The poster was at home. On Earth. You had an accomplice and every bounty hunter I knew had eyes on you both. [Hanzo tries to use his hands to describe the physique of Junkrat's partner. Taller. Much taller, and wider as well. His arms do enough justice to get his point across.]
Ah, so it is you. What was it that you stole that made the reward for your arrest so high?
[Somehow Hanzo ends up with a bit of glitter on his shoulder and tries brushing it off immediately.]
[Who knows how they wound up in this situation. Right now that's the least of Junkrat's problems or concerns. What hes bothered by, and growing increasingly infuriated by, is the malfunctioning compass held in his flesh-and-bone hand. Holding it in his prosthetic would have CLEARLY caused the problem he's currently experiencing, with the needle spinning erratically this way and that.
Eventually he shakes the device with a strangled sound of garbled frustration, his expression twisting into a maddened grimace. His grip on the compass tightens as he considers lobbing it back down the hill they'd just climbed up. It would be satisfying, but then they'd REALLY be in trouble.]
OI, blasted thing's busted! Ain't worked right since we got pas that bend in the river.
[he shoves it in the direction of his partner on this excursion, who somehow, had wound up being a teenager.] You try, before I blast it into tiny pieces.
[How did she end up stuck with this guy, again? She doesn't remember, but she's sure it had to have been SOMETHING stupid. He's been nothing but annoying this entire time, and the only thing keeping her from leaving him behind is the small shred of morals she has left that's telling her he'd die by himself.
She ends up flinching a bit when that compass is shoved her way but ends up snatching it in her jack to take from him, keeping her hands buried in her pockets. It, uh. It sure is going pretty haywire... even when held away from her traveling companion. In fact, she's gonna go ahead and stretch her jack out - holding it out one way, lifting it up above them, doing everything she can, but nah. Something's throwing it off something awful.]
Is blowing things up your only solution? I'm pretty sure that'd just get us into an even bigger mess... But, look - If the compass isn't working, we'll just have to try something else out. [And it is most definitely not working. ... Though she's gonna bring it back and pocket it, just in case.
Give her a second, though, she'll think of something.]
... We could probably use the sun's position and the shadows it's casting to figure out which way is north, right? It's setting right now, so it should be over in the west.
i wouldnt ever use junkrat and stunning in the same sentence tbh, it seems super bad juju
Ain't always the solution, just usually the best and most explody solution. Iiiin... most situations anyway. [probably not this one. There's a small peel of laughter to punctuate this completely correct and normal opinion.]
Hey yeah! Roight! So if that's west then north should beeeee.....
[he turns in place, the movement somewhat off kilter given the nature of his prosthetic limb, but he does stretch up to his full height, a hand shading his eyes as he slowly puzzles together north.]
That'a'way's definitely north. [He is, in fact, correct about the way he's pointing, lips pursed thoughtfully. So they know which way's north.] Say, isn't there somethin' about moss growin on the north side of trees too? Or is that all hogwash?
he's stunning in a "it's amazing he's alive" kind of way
Pretty sure that's total bunk. I mean, moss just needs indirect light, right? So it could grow on any side of a tree. I think.
[Don't quote her on that, she's no plant expert. She's just maybe kind of smart is all. But yeah, okay, they know which way is north now! That's better than guessing entirely. She's gonna subtly lift a jack in that direction, keeping it trained north just... in case.
Of course, since he was the one with the compass, it's only fair to ask --]
Which direction is the city or whatever? We really need to get a move on, since the sun is going down.
[Please tell her they weren't just following whichever way the compass was pointing and wandering north in a straight line this entire time.]
the reason is named Roadhog and he aint here so god speed to junkrat and everyone else
Well, I'm no scientist so I'll just take your word for it, sheila.
[The question though gets him to falter, even as he's in the middle of fumbling around with his canteen. Which direction was the city again? He lifts a hand to scratch the top of his head, trying to recall the direction they'd been heading before. It takes him a minute, and when he replies he doesn't sound 100% sure, but 80%ish. Fairly confident but still with a slight upturn in his inflection.]
Uh, southwest, I think? Sounds about right anyway. [there's a thoughtful pause as he unscrews the top to his canteen and he pauses, glancing between it and Jiro and back again. ...Then he shoves it in her direction.]
[Another flinch with the way he just juts that out at her... but she ends up bringing up her other jack, using it to gently push it back.]
Uh - no, thanks... I had some water back at the river, remember? Save it for yourself, you'll probably need it.
[She 100% did not, because that's how you get waterborne illnesses and die in the forest, but. Look. She's not severely dehydrated, she can afford to be a little choosy, right?
But since she's got one jack trained north... she's gonna go ahead and souse out which way is southwest, starting to head that way with a wave for him to follow.]
Besides, we can have anything we want once we find a town. I've got some money in my jacket, here; I can probably get us a bite to eat whenever we reach civilization.
You gotta calm down. I ain't gonna hurt ya or anythin' All that flinching's not doing you any good ya know? Aren't you training to be some sorta police officer or somethin anyway?
[He's not so sure he wants a teenager to buy him food. HE HAS MONEY!! He's not without his own means. But, in any case he downs the contents of his canteen in one go. It's just water -- his gut will protect him from river diseases. He's been through worse.]
[Let's see... does she want to argue semantics, here? "Police officer" feels a bit like small potatoes compared to what she's aiming for, but at the same time... Nah, not worth it. Not really.]
I mean, not really a police officer, but that's close enough. But don't you think it's better that I'm on edge if I'm supposed to be something like that? I'm ready for anything at a moment's notice.
[...]
Plus you keep shoving things at me. Anyone's gonna flinch if you just shove things at them without warning, you know.
[Look, she's the anxious sort, you can't just DO that without giving her a heads up --]
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steeltraps) wrote2019-07-19 08:35 pm
Ancient TDM. Crumbling.
[Anyone who had decided to share Junkrat's particular VR experience are currently being treated to a dystopian looking version of the Australian Outback. It's not so bad, really. It could be a lot worse! Junkrat doesn't seem too bothered by it, and going by how he looks, it's likely that he feels at home. Why wouldn't he? This is something his brain conjured up, after all. Speaking of, he's currently lumbering over towards a particularly off looking virtual reality created person. They're...walking? Sort of? More like they're floating along in a T-pose, as though something's gone off with the programming. At some point they stop short, not really responding to Junkrat trying to interact with them.]
Oi. HEY. Are you listening to me ya drongo? [The T-posing Junkertown citizen doesn't really seem to react beyond visually glitching a bit, which only results in Junkrat hauling back and kicking it with his good leg. The action only seems to serve to knock himself off balance and he half scuffles back before regaining his balance. That's when he turns to face his companion in this mess, large eyebrows furrowed, lips turned down in a scowl]
Some virtual reality this is!!! Doesn't even feel all that realistic. [ Expectations shattered. And then the T-posing denizen lifts their leg at the knee.... and kicks, swiftly and without mercy. Their foot lands square in Junkrat's rear end and he stumbles forward thanks to his peg prosthetic, face full of asphalt. Graceful.]
▶ II. GLITTER'D
[The first tweet of the whistle hadn't done anything. Anything at all. At least, that's what it seemed like when he'd blown it a minute ago. Unfortunately, Junkrat's not the poster boy for patience, so with a dramatic roll of his eyes he blows the whistle again. ...And again. Honestly it's probably a mistake to have let him be the one to handle the whistle in this situation, but without Roadhog around to rein him in, he's enthusiastically tromping away at just about anything he can think of to do.
Which is why he'd taken this "job" to begin with. Catch Sprites? Pah, EASY MONEY.
That's what he thinks, at least, until the swarm of sprites he's summoned with multiple whistle toots come barreling his way. Comically, and as though it would have any sort of impact on this situation, he shoves the whistle into the nearest person's hands. Unsurprisingly it has no effect on the sprites as they swarm around the general vicinity with an unbridled excitement. Several fly way too close to Junkrat for his tastes, and before he thinks about it or can be told NOT TO, he swats them away. Or that had been the intention. Instead, as they are wont to do with the moonblessed, they burst into inordinate amounts of rainbow glitter. Most of which, now resides on Junkrat himself, and whoever else is near him.]
What're you lookin' at? [Honestly, Junkrat normally does a pretty good job at looking scary when he wants to... sort of. Right now though, covered head to toe in rainbow glitter and a net full of struggling pixies? He looks more ridiculous than he usually does and that's kind of impressive. As though to emphasize just how absolutely stupid this situation is, some of the glitter in his hair shifts and falls, causing him to sputter the multicolored flakes everywhere with exasperated gusto.]
▶ III. DRAGON SONG
[Junkrat isn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth, but strange looking food from people he doesn't know? No. Nope. No way. He is a grown ass adult who knows better. So this fruit basket? Currently being lugged down the apartment hallway by 1 hunched over, grumpy looking disaster of a man.]
Hey. You! Take this. I'm not interested. I'm no idiot and I don't trust it. I wasn't born yesterday and this right here just reeks of a trap, and THAT, I'm an expert in. [Super hard sell, you see. Very convincing that whoever this is he's accosting should take the basket of fruit off his hands. Except that his voice—as off putting as his demeanor is, and unconvincing as his argument ALSO is—may seem to be pretty convincing somehow.
Curious... Clearly, someone may have tried the fruit beforehand, despite what he's saying.]
can't believe the radioactivity didn't get his balls but a t-posing virtual entity did
What she doesn't recognize is the strange t-posing form the AI has taken, still learning and trying to fill in blanks, or the man who is oddly somehow familiar yelling at it. Angela isn't often one for scouring wanted ads, is all. It won't click for her.
She's almost leaping forward as he stumbles on the peg leg with his kick, a surprised little sound slipping from her, and doesn't even begin to form a reply before the AI has indeed learned something in this simulation and lashes out with a return kick square in the rump.
This time she does try to catch him, but she's too late. She'll offer him a hand anyway. )
Oh! Goodness, are you all right? I think they're still tweaking the learning software to flesh out the scenes we see.
i read tweaking as twerking like twice and I was like this tag could literally not get any worse
He listens more than responds as he grabs her hand to help heft him up to his normal, poorly postured stance.]
Yeah, not like I'm some prissy dandy trudging through the outback or nothin. 'm fine. [he pauses, glancing at the glitching AI with an air of irritation and mistrust. It DID, after all, just kick him in the ass.]
No one told me this would mean interactin' with bots. [he sets his hands on his hips, eyes squinting at Angela]
You aren't from around here, are ya?
is that a fuckin challenge????
My, so you are from Australia? That's not an accent I hear often anymore. And these aren't robots; they're simple AI constructs in the virtual reality system, as far as I can tell. We're having our nervous system stimulated in a way that makes them feel real. Same with our senses; that's their selling point.
( It's habit, brushing off her knees even if she hadn't knelt down to the floor, or even that there was a floor, but the smile she offers him is a genuine thing. )
My name is Angela; I'm originally from Switzerland. But no, I've been brought here much as you were, some months ago. I'm a doctor. Have you only just arrived?
IT WASN'T BUT IT IS NOW no i lied please be nice to me
...Sounds like bots to me. Close enough anyway. AI, whatever. Shouldn'tve tried the blasted thing. Oughta kick it right in its sensors in retaliation if you ask me. Sure deserves it after THAT maneuver.
[He whirls around to point at the AI, who hasn't moved from its kick position. Mocking blankly. He dislikes you. His attention swivels back to Angela again though, pausing.]
Erh, yeah. You know after being stuck on a moon or whatever. [Stop being nice he's not sure how to process this? He's setting on cautious suspicion for now.] Thanks for the uh, hand up, Doc.
[Tactfully???? avoiding name exchange.......]
"""nice"""???? who told me not to be nice to a dirt goblin??? "nice" has left the premises
Well, these are constructs from your mind, as opposed to anything singular with its own personality. Terrorizing it isn't going to end well, you know.
( Bad news for ya mate... Angela never stops being nice. :\ Sorry buddy. But his whirling between her and the AI person is enough to have her breathing out a little laugh, shaking her head. )
Welcome to Prismatica then, in that case. I'm only sorry you were roped right into testing these things out. And you don't need to thank me for a bit of help; it's what I do. And what am I to call you?
( NICE TRY THO. )
II
But then the man comes toward him and speaks to him as though it is anyone else's fault that he is a mess. The archer frowns, wanting nothing to do with the whistle or any of the pixies.]
The physical embodiment of a disaster. What are you looking at?
[Why does he smell fire? Hanzo glances around and then stares at the man before him. Ah--yes.] I have seen you before. On a wanted poster.
no subject
Uh. A flash of worry speeds over his features before he screws it up into a scowl, standing up just a little straighter.]
N-no way, mate. You've got me mistaken for someone else, ain't even been here a week yet!
[At least, that's the situation he's hoping for. A once over doesn't bring recognition for Junkrat, other than this guy gives off an air he decides he doesnt' really like.]
Makin' an honest payday here, mate. If you hadn't noticed.
no subject
No. You are not wanted here. The poster was at home. On Earth. You had an accomplice and every bounty hunter I knew had eyes on you both. [Hanzo tries to use his hands to describe the physique of Junkrat's partner. Taller. Much taller, and wider as well. His arms do enough justice to get his point across.]
Ah, so it is you. What was it that you stole that made the reward for your arrest so high?
[Somehow Hanzo ends up with a bit of glitter on his shoulder and tries brushing it off immediately.]
"Lost in the Woods" for eardrums
Eventually he shakes the device with a strangled sound of garbled frustration, his expression twisting into a maddened grimace. His grip on the compass tightens as he considers lobbing it back down the hill they'd just climbed up. It would be satisfying, but then they'd REALLY be in trouble.]
OI, blasted thing's busted! Ain't worked right since we got pas that bend in the river.
[he shoves it in the direction of his partner on this excursion, who somehow, had wound up being a teenager.] You try, before I blast it into tiny pieces.
he's a stunning specimen, that's for sure
He's been nothing but annoying this entire time, and the only thing keeping her from leaving him behind is the small shred of morals she has left that's telling her he'd die by himself.
She ends up flinching a bit when that compass is shoved her way but ends up snatching it in her jack to take from him, keeping her hands buried in her pockets.
It, uh. It sure is going pretty haywire... even when held away from her traveling companion.
In fact, she's gonna go ahead and stretch her jack out - holding it out one way, lifting it up above them, doing everything she can, but nah. Something's throwing it off something awful.]
Is blowing things up your only solution? I'm pretty sure that'd just get us into an even bigger mess... But, look -
If the compass isn't working, we'll just have to try something else out. [And it is most definitely not working. ... Though she's gonna bring it back and pocket it, just in case.
Give her a second, though, she'll think of something.]
... We could probably use the sun's position and the shadows it's casting to figure out which way is north, right?
It's setting right now, so it should be over in the west.
i wouldnt ever use junkrat and stunning in the same sentence tbh, it seems super bad juju
Hey yeah! Roight! So if that's west then north should beeeee.....
[he turns in place, the movement somewhat off kilter given the nature of his prosthetic limb, but he does stretch up to his full height, a hand shading his eyes as he slowly puzzles together north.]
That'a'way's definitely north. [He is, in fact, correct about the way he's pointing, lips pursed thoughtfully. So they know which way's north.] Say, isn't there somethin' about moss growin on the north side of trees too? Or is that all hogwash?
he's stunning in a "it's amazing he's alive" kind of way
So it could grow on any side of a tree. I think.
[Don't quote her on that, she's no plant expert. She's just maybe kind of smart is all.
But yeah, okay, they know which way is north now! That's better than guessing entirely. She's gonna subtly lift a jack in that direction, keeping it trained north just... in case.
Of course, since he was the one with the compass, it's only fair to ask --]
Which direction is the city or whatever? We really need to get a move on, since the sun is going down.
[Please tell her they weren't just following whichever way the compass was pointing and wandering north in a straight line this entire time.]
the reason is named Roadhog and he aint here so god speed to junkrat and everyone else
[The question though gets him to falter, even as he's in the middle of fumbling around with his canteen. Which direction was the city again? He lifts a hand to scratch the top of his head, trying to recall the direction they'd been heading before. It takes him a minute, and when he replies he doesn't sound 100% sure, but 80%ish. Fairly confident but still with a slight upturn in his inflection.]
Uh, southwest, I think? Sounds about right anyway. [there's a thoughtful pause as he unscrews the top to his canteen and he pauses, glancing between it and Jiro and back again. ...Then he shoves it in her direction.]
he's lucky she's trying to be a good person
Uh - no, thanks... I had some water back at the river, remember?
Save it for yourself, you'll probably need it.
[She 100% did not, because that's how you get waterborne illnesses and die in the forest, but. Look. She's not severely dehydrated, she can afford to be a little choosy, right?
But since she's got one jack trained north... she's gonna go ahead and souse out which way is southwest, starting to head that way with a wave for him to follow.]
Besides, we can have anything we want once we find a town. I've got some money in my jacket, here; I can probably get us a bite to eat whenever we reach civilization.
a good hero in training
You gotta calm down. I ain't gonna hurt ya or anythin' All that flinching's not doing you any good ya know? Aren't you training to be some sorta police officer or somethin anyway?
[He's not so sure he wants a teenager to buy him food. HE HAS MONEY!! He's not without his own means. But, in any case he downs the contents of his canteen in one go. It's just water -- his gut will protect him from river diseases. He's been through worse.]
no subject
Nah, not worth it. Not really.]
I mean, not really a police officer, but that's close enough. But don't you think it's better that I'm on edge if I'm supposed to be something like that?
I'm ready for anything at a moment's notice.
[...]
Plus you keep shoving things at me. Anyone's gonna flinch if you just shove things at them without warning, you know.
[Look, she's the anxious sort, you can't just DO that without giving her a heads up --]