[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.]
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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.
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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.
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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.]