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.
( there's nothing wrong with being squishy! junkrat's willing to lift his shirt up to show off his own skin in return but, oh, yeah, he does see that... it makes him frown. that's bot behavior, alright. through and through. )
Huh. That's no good.
( he returns to his cross-legged position on the ground and whips out a pair of broken glasses seemingly out of nowhere. )
When's the last time ya' thought about takin' over the world and destroyin' all humanity, hm?
[Ooookay, he's just not going to question where those came from. Instead he closes his mask back up and leans back, hands resting on the ground behind him.]
Uh, never. I don't think I could take over the world. You usually need to wear a suit for that.
[He eyes him suspiciously, but after a moment, he shrugs and shakes his hand. Firm handshake, definitely slightly practiced during the times he couldn't avoid the corporate world.]
And you're not gonna freak out about robots as a concept, right? 'Cause I have some stuff I gotta make.
Do I look like a bloke who goes back on my word?! If I say we're straight, then we're straight, mate. We're in this together. Ride, or die, or get blown up!
( sure, junkrat is a slippery, slimy turncoat when it suits him, but not when he'd never turn on one of his own. only suits and the people who want him dead get that sort of treatment.
as nice as the handshake is, chances are junkrat won't be able to feel much of it since his metal hand can only do so much. when he release wrench's grip, chances are that wrench's hand will be black in gunpowder and shadow. )
Hey, you can never be too careful. Let's save the blowing up for the competition, huh?
[He pulls his hand away and looks at it, turning it in various directions to see how the shadow's sticking to it. Neat. Eventually, he looks up.]
First thing I wanna do is put together a spiderbot. They're these little crawly dudes that you can drive around in small spaces in case you need to, y'know, get somewhere you can't really wiggle in yourself. It looks like physical hacks are gonna be especially important here since this place doesn't have the same interconnectivity as the last couple of places I've lived.
( the tilted head and put-off look wrench gets at 'no blowing ourselves up' says 'no promises,' but jaime perks right back up once wrench goes on to describe what he has in mind for his invention. by the time he's done explaining, junkrat is wriggling with excitement. )
We're gonna need cameras for that, yeah? 'Cuz how else are we gonna see where we're goin'? I know a place that's got LOTS a' cameras! Gonna need remote piloting... long distance range... radio waves? No, get caught up too easy... GPS positioning! With a honin' beacon, so it neva' gets lost! And we'll call her... Audrey...
( that's a proper name for a proper creation. )
And... a self-destruct button for when the job's all done..?
( pretty, pretty, pretty please, would you give this man a bomb? he's batting the few, sparse eyelashes he hasn't singed off. )
[He's nodding along with him as he talks, although when he mentions the self-destruct, he holds his hands up defensively, mask switching quickly between exclamation marks and swirly eyes.]
Woah, woah. You wanna be really careful with what you put self-destruct stuff into, dude. I don't have enough resources to destroy all of my machinery whenever I feel like it, you know? It'd be cool, but we should save that until we've made more.
[He can't believe he's discouraging blowing something up, but to blow stuff up, you need to have stuff to blow up in the first place.
Also he gets really attached to his robot kids, but shh.]
I like the name, though.
[It's always nice when someone actually understands the need to name things.]
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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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No, you ain’t a bot. Ya’ might think you are, but you ain’t.
( junkrat pokes wrench’s tummy without asking, but there’s a point to is. )
If ya’ we’re a bot, you’d be hard. Like a big, metal, heartless wall.
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[Poking him does, indeed, reveal his stomach is squishy and human, and his mask reflects his exact feelings about that with grumpy slashes.]
I said I'm turning into a robot. Look!
[His mask displays a strained expression, and the bottom part of his mask flattens out and retracts into his face.]
See???
[Despite the mask not covering his mouth, his voice still sounds electronic.]
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Huh. That's no good.
( he returns to his cross-legged position on the ground and whips out a pair of broken glasses seemingly out of nowhere. )
When's the last time ya' thought about takin' over the world and destroyin' all humanity, hm?
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Uh, never. I don't think I could take over the world. You usually need to wear a suit for that.
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An' how does that make ya' feel??
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It... doesn't??
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( got 'em!!!! )
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( he throws his imaginary clipboard over his shoulder and offers his hand. )
Welcome aboard, My Good Bot!
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And you're not gonna freak out about robots as a concept, right? 'Cause I have some stuff I gotta make.
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( sure, junkrat is a slippery, slimy turncoat when it suits him, but not when he'd never turn on one of his own. only suits and the people who want him dead get that sort of treatment.
as nice as the handshake is, chances are junkrat won't be able to feel much of it since his metal hand can only do so much. when he release wrench's grip, chances are that wrench's hand will be black in gunpowder and shadow. )
What's on your agenda? I'll lend ya' a hand!
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[He pulls his hand away and looks at it, turning it in various directions to see how the shadow's sticking to it. Neat. Eventually, he looks up.]
First thing I wanna do is put together a spiderbot. They're these little crawly dudes that you can drive around in small spaces in case you need to, y'know, get somewhere you can't really wiggle in yourself. It looks like physical hacks are gonna be especially important here since this place doesn't have the same interconnectivity as the last couple of places I've lived.
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We're gonna need cameras for that, yeah? 'Cuz how else are we gonna see where we're goin'? I know a place that's got LOTS a' cameras! Gonna need remote piloting... long distance range... radio waves? No, get caught up too easy... GPS positioning! With a honin' beacon, so it neva' gets lost! And we'll call her... Audrey...
( that's a proper name for a proper creation. )
And... a self-destruct button for when the job's all done..?
( pretty, pretty, pretty please, would you give this man a bomb? he's batting the few, sparse eyelashes he hasn't singed off. )
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Woah, woah. You wanna be really careful with what you put self-destruct stuff into, dude. I don't have enough resources to destroy all of my machinery whenever I feel like it, you know? It'd be cool, but we should save that until we've made more.
[He can't believe he's discouraging blowing something up, but to blow stuff up, you need to have stuff to blow up in the first place.
Also he gets really attached to his robot kids, but shh.]
I like the name, though.
[It's always nice when someone actually understands the need to name things.]
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