#[ JunkRat ] ( nσw wє'rє cσσkíng wíth gαs! )

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@samanupatiika || starter call

         the heat of the outback was nothing new, a quick swig of his water from his flask as he wiped his brow, glancing around. his plan was to scrap for three days, then join roadhog back near junkertown to let the other sell what they didn’t need, he had a good haul so far, instead of the usual tire he carried a sack, full of parts that he himself needed, and gathering copper wire and electronic  circuits from scrapped machines, as those got most value.

though low and behold his eyes when near the evening he saw some men surronding a bot. an intact whole omnic.

that was rare. shifting slightly he set down his sack somewhere no one would look, and got out his frag launcher.  it wouldn’t be one that was alive, omnics should know they’d overheat in the desert of australia, or at least any still alive out here. he hummed softly as he loaded in a few cherry bombs, beginning to calculate how much of a haul that would bring in, especially if the motherboard was good. though seeing how the others had a bone saw, he better get to work fast, or that thing would just become scrap.

a quick scrape caught the attention of the three junkers, something was there in the small scrapyard. guns cocked, and ready as the leader bit on his toothpick, beginning to fan out and inspect the area.

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@viperbled

 oh man did this place remind him of home, about ten minutes ago he’d walked into the bar, roadhog at his side as usual.  they just wanted a pint and to relax, but of course some big baddy had to make sure these new folks knew just where they were walking into. the guy didn’t get a chance, as soon as he finished his boring threatoning talk, and noticed both junkers still ignoring him, he turned to the smaller one, smacking the glass out of his hand. only to have a few teeth suddenly knocked out of his face by a thrusting punch from the small junker.

‘ ya know.... we could of been friends. ’

wasn’t even ten minutes later that he was scrambling around laughing his ass off as every asshole in the bar was down on the ground, as he finished punching the last unconcious. spitting on their boots, he turned to walk out with hog, pausing when he did and slowly raised his hands. huh. guess he just beat up some members of a local gang, everyone in that bar had the same symbol as these folks holding him and hog up out here.

‘ ... the american greeting is howdy, roight? ’ jamison attempted giving a smile.

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‘ good morning! ’ 

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@meidinchina ||

an exhausted sigh as he limped back to the safety of the helipad, huffing and collapsing inside of the helicopter, burying his face with his hands as he just... bled, and huffed exhausted. seems he was the first one back from the mission, awesome. no one had called for a distress signal yet, so he’d been unwilling to move until he heard the radio in his ear come to life.

someone was calling for help, and others responded. most were pinned down. but he wasn’t. fuck this. grumbling a bit he shifted and adjusted the grenade vest on his chest, before stretching out his limbs. ‘give me the coordinates. i’ll be there in a moment, ta. ’ with that he began to rush towards the area the distress call had come from, quickly jumping into a tree to watch, seems that ice girl, mei had walled herself from some omnics and henchmen, she was a researcher, not a fighter right?

why was she here alone without a.... glancing over he saw two omnics offline, frowning. ah, so she had, had a guard. alright. quickly he jumped down, thrusting his peg leg into some poor guys throat, didn’t puncture it, but broke something by the snap he heard. and it wasn’t the leg. turning in a quick frenzy, he fired off a frag bomb, getting an omnic to blow up and the shrapnel to peirce another ones fragile guts, some of the few that lay exposed, as it collapsed, attempting to repair itself. down to one more omnic and another guard, ‘ roight... who wants some!? ’ 

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@adfrigus || 

                oh man! this was his first mission, he was so excited, hands gently rubbed together as he adjusts his cadet shirt, and slicked back his hair for the nth time. waiting for the blackwatch commander to come in and give him the mission briefing. though he hasn’t had a team or done much team training, due to his expertise, he was super stoked.

            once the other entered he straightened up with the other members of the team for the mission, saluting and staring at him. gently putting his hands together, and waiting for everything to begin.

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@hannah-the-small

        ‘ well ye~ that and you also look so intimidatin’ ’ he cooed, gently helping her strap it on, before he picked up the small kiddo, kissing at her face. ‘ wanna go blow up some trees for a bonnie, and make smores while opening yer other presents? ’

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@likepigsfortheslaughter

            he made up his mind 100%, he hated his  bodyguard. not in the sense of other junkers, he loathed other junkers. but his bodyguard was quiet, always told him to shut up, and man handled him. he was the boss! and while he had agreed to everything, 50/50. he hadn’t yet decided on just how to split the main thing everyone was after him for.

so right now, he sat quietly in the little camp they had set up, he’d been fast enough to catch two chunky lizards for them, and of course they had some canned food, beans and corn. he quietly spitroasted the lizards, turning them every few minutes while roadhog went out hunting for something bigger. quietly working on the lizards skin, going to tan them and make a new little bomb pouch.

though he sat up when he heard a noise. that wasn’t hogs steps. hands went for his frag launcher, twitching as he glanced about, ready for whatever was coming. just in case it was roadhog he gave a shift in his position, trying to see what was out there.

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          his element was here, in the middle of rubble, scrambling around to get away last minute, dodging and while doing it laughing his ass off. sure his means were less than conventional, and therefore no one really came to his rescue.

though when he heard on the intercom jammed into his ear, he turned his head to see the mech that the small girl piloted break, and heard that they wouldn’t be able to drop another for a while. so off he went, he sprinted as fast as he could ( as he was on a peg leg and a normal one ) shit, he wouldn’t get there in time. quickly reaching over, he yanked his tire off his back.

              ❛ oi! mech girl! duck! ❜ it was all the warning he gave before he yanked the cord, and let the tire fly, it was true and accurate to his calculations, plus it put a bit of space between the enemy and the girl so she could get away a bit safely while he finished sauntering over.

only two of the seven men that had been surrounding her were dead, and they were coming back from where they ran and hid. but now she had some backup.

             ❛  can ya still fight? ❜ he questioned, glancing over at her, as he readied his frag launcher.    

@throwsmech

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@headsetradio

                     honestly, people can’t even go out on a murderous rampage now a days.          junkrat quietly shifted from foot to peg leg, observing the things around him. this wasn’t the   jungles, where he had hunted a few men of his own volition for several months. but rather some   place he felt more at home at, an actual battlefield, a fight worthy of his name. he wasn’t     hunting prey, he was having fun. no need to be quiet, stealthy, and out smart his opponents.         just lob his bombs, and have some fun.          though he had to admit when cornered he acted more wild, he didn’t have rules, or                 standards. so it must of been quite a sight to see junkrat using his tire to push a guy into a   wall, rather crushingly, while also punching a man half to death.   both were bloody, and junkrat was covered in flecks of their blood, before he dropped them          both, finally done. and glanced up at lucio, wiping his face and frowning at the smears of blood    now on his arm and face.

            ❝ oh, hey. long time no see. ❞

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@aoiryuujinshimada

        he went to work, giving some tools as the other needed before pausing and glancing over at him, it looked bad. he shifted a bit handing the other a sauntering gun. ❝ might wanna start fixin by the wires.❞

he stated, though he wasn’t entirely sure how to fix those fancy models, he went back to work, cleaning joints of his gun and gears, undoing the machines and intricate wiring to his bombs.

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@fan-thehammer​

             after a long hard day of work, surprising to see someone set down a glass for him to drink. pausing slowly, and glancing over. oh, it was uh.... uh... mac....Guinness? McNamara? McCree! Oh right~! That’s what it was! Grinning wide, he gives a small nod of his head, a little cheer with a ‘ta’ as he reached over, sipping the drink.

Oof, it made him burn, and it felt really nice, what kind of drink was this? ❝ good work out there today, mate!  ❞

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@battlenetiiism

❝ dontcha rememba me lil ham? it’s me, junkrat! we kinda knew each otheabefore I got kicked out a junkertown. Ya win the big belt for queenie? ❞

he bent down to be level with the guy, which was quite a feat, grinning wide at him.

❝ whatcha been up to ham. Maybe this time we can be on the roight side ey?" ❞

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@strcngpink

❛ all i know is that you all underestimate me, and i never have proved myself nothin but loyal, and hardworkin. are you exactly like everyone else? or are ya gonna work with me on this mission?  ❜

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@raddare

             you know, if it’s one thing you learn while hunting people    it’s that people are quite animalistic when given the chance. junkrat just always seemed to have the opportunity to have just that though. and as soon as he heard her cry for help he pounced, well.... more like he put himself on one of his bombs and flew over to her fast as possible.

❝ names junkrat... gonna kick yer arse tonight... ❞            he states before literally jumping on a guy, using his metalic arm to clock him upside the head. no one’s hurting the doc while he’s back in town.

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@thecollectxve

        ❛ look i know i ain’t the attractive type. but that’s not what draws me to a person. also yer way too into yerself, like it’s totally unhealthy.               sides, i’m attractive to the right person. i know they’re out there... someone who likes me for... all me scars and... half my limbs gone and... no hair .... plus i’ll probably die in a few years due to radiation... heh.... ❜

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@junkerqueensheila

      ❛ ya know, it’s hardly a game unless yew actually try to win it, sheila. ❜

he crooned out as he leaned forward, atop the large structure that acted as a cooling duct for all the fights inside of the arena and junkertowns inner ‘castle.’  he grinned even more watching her scowling face, no one could take the shot, for risk of killing him as his head was poking out, and she knew and he as well knew that if they did, and he died, then his secret would go with him to his grave.

❛ i always have to be like one step ahead o ya.... just give it up, not gettin nothin o mine!  ❜