( under the bridge, junkrat can be found piloting around a remote controlled car which he's made some adjustments to. the toy car pours lighter fluid wherever it goes, and a trail of flames steadily chases after it, following the path of oil the cars laid down.
junkrat himself is little more than a shadow at this point, so black and radiating with so much smoke that he's hardly recognizable as a person at first glance.
once he's being called out to, he forgets about the car and looks up to wrench. in his excitement, he forgets to keep the car ahead of the flames and, in those few seconds that he stops piloting it, the fire catches up and the toy car explodes. )
Despite your directions, [he jokes, but his attention is more on the car, or more accurately the aftermath thereof. His mask flashes a pair of hearts before he finally looks over at Junkrat, or what is apparently Junkrat based on process of elimination.
Neat!]
Nice car. [Exploding does not stop it from being a nice car.] Sooo, what's on the agenda for today?
( he takes a seat on the ground and crosses his legs. there's still a fire going on beside him, but he doesn't look all that concerned. )
We want ya' on, mate. Me an' Ryu. You get the plot; none a' these other heifers around here do. Help us get rid a' all the stuffy rules, and you'll get a spot right there beside us.
King, Queen, and Prince!
( that's the one and only rule of business; make it worth someone's while. )
[It's a totally reasonable place to carry out business. The fire adds atmosphere. Wrench sits down to face him, setting his sledgehammer gently on the ground.]
Oh man, you got that right. You see what that wife guy did the other day? Trying to mash these assholes into the political system is just asking for absolute garbage. Better to just smash the state.
[He suspects the names are just for figurehead/sounding cool reasons, which is just fine by him.]
So yeah, I'm down. I have plenty of experience raging against the machine.
Where I'm from, politics went tits up a long time ago. We got a reeeeeal big arena set up, and whoever comes out on top is our Queen! Or our King. Doesn't really matter, so long as someone ends up in charge. And someone on the other side gets blown up, a' course.
( while junkrat hasn't competed in the reckoning himself, he's sure he could go toe-to-toe with any of his 'political rivals'. )
Think we could turn that baseball field into a battle pit?
Sounds fun. [Not that he'd necessarily participate, as the prize isn't really his bag, but he'd totally watch.] I'd prefer if we didn't need any kind of leader, but I guess we gotta take baby steps.
[...no gods, no masters, but he's not giving up the "prince of explosions" title, okay???]
I think we could turn anything into a battle pit. Baseball fields definitely have the space for it.
Oh, sure. That's just in the city. Out in the wastes, it's anything goes. Only law we got is the law of takin' thing into our own two hands!
( he throws out his hands to emphasize this, which also shows that he doesn't have two hands, really, but one hand. the other is made of scrap metal and bolts. )
You wanna make San Benedicto into it's own Outback, do ya'? My kinda guy!
What, with kangaroos and stuff? I dunno if I trust those guys. I think they want to kick me.
[He's always been pretty skittish about animals, and even if he's been easing up on his "all animals are out to get us" thing over the years... are kangaroos really trustworthy???]
But, y'know, people don't need other people telling 'em what to do just because they think they can. Especially not wife guy.
Roo?? We ain't had roos since..... ( he lays his head in his palm and uses his other hand to scratch at his temple. ) Well, since before I been around, I think. That's a Roadie question. He's old as dirt — knows all sorts a' stuff from before the Omnics went and fussed it all up.
I ain't too worried about that fella, neither. Everyone acts all high n' mighty till' they're tied to a chair with a kill-switch release bomb tucked under their chin. We'll get 'em outta there in no time, we will.
Yeah, I usually go for nonlethal, but that guy... eh, accidents happen. What's an Omnic?
[Obviously this guy's from some kind of post-kangaroo-extinction-event thingy, so that has to be even further in the future than when he'd come from. Maybe. Of course, taking the space part of the space-time equation into account, he could be from anywhere. Either way, "Omnic" is new.]
Omnics? They're bots. Miserable, worthless scrapheaps in the making. But some of 'em are awright, I guess. Got to know one of them Bastion units, and he's a real class act. The rest of 'em can rot.
You, uh, don't like robots? Or just those specific ones?
[Maybe a dude who works on robots and is also turning into a robot might not be the best fit to work with a mayoral candidate that isn't into robots, after all.]
Where the hell 'ave you been at?? Omnics are the bad guys here, not me. All's I do is blow 'em up, and it's not like there's a whole lot of 'em left.
( most of the fire has burned itself out by now, so junkrat's able to pick up the exploded remains of his toy car and start tinkering with it. )
Don't got no problem with no one who don't got a problem with me, if that's what you're gettin' at. Root for the bots all ya' want; won't get a rise outta me.
( suddenly, he spring to his feet. )
But if it did get a rise outta me, I'd have to ask why you're ridin' for those bots over your own kind! We people gotta stick together, don't we?!
I've been somewhere where I haven't heard of Omnics in the first place!
[This one's certainly going well, isn't it? It'd be pointless to try and downplay his involvement in robot-related matters, especially since he's sure he won't be mostly human for long at this point.]
Soooo, anyway, I design robots. It's kinda one of my things, along with the explosions and the sledgehammering and the other stuff. Also I think I'm turning into a robot? So if you're not into robots at all maybe we shouldn't do this.
( junkrat looks at him for a long time, studying him for as long as his tiny attention span will allow it. )
You don't look like a bot... No, no, no. You can't pull one over on me. I'd know a bot when I see one. You ain't a bot. Bots're... they're big, and they're vicious.
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I'm listening.
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U PASSED
GOD ON U MT
CUM MEET ALL PROPR LIK WIT ME 2DAY
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Where you at?
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N IM UNDA DA BRDGE!! WHERE U AT????
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WEN U WANT SOMTHN DUN U GOTA DO IT UNDA A BRDG
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see ya soon!
[Once he locates the requisite bridge, he heads on over, a sledgehammer resting on his shoulder. Y'know, just in case.]
Helloooo?
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junkrat himself is little more than a shadow at this point, so black and radiating with so much smoke that he's hardly recognizable as a person at first glance.
once he's being called out to, he forgets about the car and looks up to wrench. in his excitement, he forgets to keep the car ahead of the flames and, in those few seconds that he stops piloting it, the fire catches up and the toy car explodes. )
Oi, Mask Face! Ya' made it!
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Neat!]
Nice car. [Exploding does not stop it from being a nice car.] Sooo, what's on the agenda for today?
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( he takes a seat on the ground and crosses his legs. there's still a fire going on beside him, but he doesn't look all that concerned. )
We want ya' on, mate. Me an' Ryu. You get the plot; none a' these other heifers around here do. Help us get rid a' all the stuffy rules, and you'll get a spot right there beside us.
King, Queen, and Prince!
( that's the one and only rule of business; make it worth someone's while. )
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Oh man, you got that right. You see what that wife guy did the other day? Trying to mash these assholes into the political system is just asking for absolute garbage. Better to just smash the state.
[He suspects the names are just for figurehead/sounding cool reasons, which is just fine by him.]
So yeah, I'm down. I have plenty of experience raging against the machine.
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( while junkrat hasn't competed in the reckoning himself, he's sure he could go toe-to-toe with any of his 'political rivals'. )
Think we could turn that baseball field into a battle pit?
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[...no gods, no masters, but he's not giving up the "prince of explosions" title, okay???]
I think we could turn anything into a battle pit. Baseball fields definitely have the space for it.
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( he throws out his hands to emphasize this, which also shows that he doesn't have two hands, really, but one hand. the other is made of scrap metal and bolts. )
You wanna make San Benedicto into it's own Outback, do ya'? My kinda guy!
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[He's always been pretty skittish about animals, and even if he's been easing up on his "all animals are out to get us" thing over the years... are kangaroos really trustworthy???]
But, y'know, people don't need other people telling 'em what to do just because they think they can. Especially not wife guy.
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I ain't too worried about that fella, neither. Everyone acts all high n' mighty till' they're tied to a chair with a kill-switch release bomb tucked under their chin. We'll get 'em outta there in no time, we will.
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[Obviously this guy's from some kind of post-kangaroo-extinction-event thingy, so that has to be even further in the future than when he'd come from. Maybe. Of course, taking the space part of the space-time equation into account, he could be from anywhere. Either way, "Omnic" is new.]
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( he winks. this scraggly, smoky rat winks. )
Omnics? They're bots. Miserable, worthless scrapheaps in the making. But some of 'em are awright, I guess. Got to know one of them Bastion units, and he's a real class act. The rest of 'em can rot.
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[Maybe a dude who works on robots and is also turning into a robot might not be the best fit to work with a mayoral candidate that isn't into robots, after all.]
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( most of the fire has burned itself out by now, so junkrat's able to pick up the exploded remains of his toy car and start tinkering with it. )
Don't got no problem with no one who don't got a problem with me, if that's what you're gettin' at. Root for the bots all ya' want; won't get a rise outta me.
( suddenly, he spring to his feet. )
But if it did get a rise outta me, I'd have to ask why you're ridin' for those bots over your own kind! We people gotta stick together, don't we?!
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[This one's certainly going well, isn't it? It'd be pointless to try and downplay his involvement in robot-related matters, especially since he's sure he won't be mostly human for long at this point.]
Soooo, anyway, I design robots. It's kinda one of my things, along with the explosions and the sledgehammering and the other stuff. Also I think I'm turning into a robot? So if you're not into robots at all maybe we shouldn't do this.
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You don't look like a bot... No, no, no. You can't pull one over on me. I'd know a bot when I see one. You ain't a bot. Bots're... they're big, and they're vicious.
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[Robots could be vicious, if programmed that way, but really?]
Bots can be any size. Or shape. My son Wrench Jr., he looks like a big trash can on wheels.
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What'sa bear?
( no, no, he knows what he's talking about! )
Bots, man! BOTS! They go beep-beep-pew-pew an' blow up everythin' ya' know! ...an' not in the fun way.
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[If kangaroos died off then probably so did bears. Who fucking knows.]
I go beep beep pew pew and blow up everything! And I only just started turning into a robot and I was doing that before that!
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