▶ 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.]
[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.
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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
i read tweaking as twerking like twice and I was like this tag could literally not get any worse
is that a fuckin challenge????
IT WASN'T BUT IT IS NOW no i lied please be nice to me
"""nice"""???? who told me not to be nice to a dirt goblin??? "nice" has left the premises
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"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
i wouldnt ever use junkrat and stunning in the same sentence tbh, it seems super bad juju
he's stunning in a "it's amazing he's alive" kind of way
the reason is named Roadhog and he aint here so god speed to junkrat and everyone else
he's lucky she's trying to be a good person
a good hero in training
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