#ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɴᴠᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴅᴏᴋᴛᴏʀ - Mercy

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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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@raddare

            he glances away from her, twiddling his thumbs in a confusing silence for a few moments, before clearing her throat.

                 ❛ i... it was surgery fer me chest. i... i got my boobs removed, not that there was much. it was mostly... done with the best doc hog and i could find, at gunpoint. so the lines would be shaky... but... ya know... can’t really deal with everythin... ❜

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@friedenswachter

       he felt just awful, he didn’t want to get her in this mess. being in the junker queens prison, forced to rot or tell the secrets of his treasure. and he roped mercy into it too. such a good lady she was. but here they are. him without his proper legs or equipment, and her without her staff or .... armor?

frowning he quietly watches listening to the guards go by, a 14 minute rotation... it was on the dot save for meal time, which it became a 5 minute rotation, then the guards mealtime which became a 22 minute rotation. that would be the best time to leave, silently he shifted and glanced around. he’d gathered a few things, nothing but to make a distraction with.

he knew she was probably frightened, or at least mad at him. shifting he reaches over, gently tapping her shoulder, glancing down.

       ❛ i didn’t mean ta drag ya into this... but... i can get us out, if ya trust me. ❜

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@raddare

          he can smell another around, who’s here interfering with his work of causing mayhem onto the poor unfortunate soul? he’s too distracted by the presence of another in the area that he has to leave them alone for tonight, hissing out in anger, glancing about, black eyes dart in the yellow sclera of his eye, fangs barred as he stands. his body is slightly more human at the moment, blonde unruly hair hiding his small horns, skin a pale white save for his leg and arm on his right side, and no tail or wings are visible.

                ❛ ... come out and plaaaaay~ ❜

he growls out, beginning to walk outside as he looked around, licking his lips, knowing they could hear. if they were a half decent demon they’d come out at his bidding, but he doubted that would be the case.

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@vclkyriieonline​

    He was being reckless again, he knew it. though the blood dribbling down his forehead and into his eye wasn’t really the best due to the fact he had to see where he was going.

          Pausing behind a building he took a few gulps of breath almost trembling from excitement as he shifted to reload, hearing some more gun fire and peeking out. He mostly wasn’t seen until it was too late in battles, the enemy only getting to see some hair and hear his laugh before they blew up. A few had gotten a shot or so at him, but that only made it more fun.

Wiping his brow where the cut was to get some of the blood away for a bit he reached down, patting some dirt on the wound. Stop the bleeding a tad, though he sure it wasn’t sanitary, before he heard a voice on the comm. The docs, calling for help. Her location was close, he shifted and set down a mine, rocketing to her quickly, before landing on the roof of the building she was taking cover on, surprising quite a few people who were trying to track her down.

           It wasn’t long before heavy gunfire ensued and screams and explosions were heard. By the end of it all the junker stood victorious if not a little more bruised up. Huffing he hobble over in his limp walk to her, bending down to take her hand.

❛ Ya ‘roight? ❜

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@schutzengell | S.C.

              Excitement is what usually drove the man to these extremes, but for Junkrat, right now. it was more about getting the nice woman out of the situation she was in. 

Sure she was combat capible, but why didn’t anyone pay attention to the poor doctors? She was trapped with no where to go. So... Here he goes, doing something stupid. yet again.

        Whizzing by on a bomb propelled jump is not usually what someone would do. But, now here he was, standing in front of her, having already put a guy down who stepped too close, unsure of what the man would do.  that’s when they opened fire, and Junkrat grabbed her diving down.

           ‘ MISSED ME YA CUNTS! ’

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@the-merciful-angel

‘ I was callin yew that Angelia. I don’t think yew deserve the right to know my name. Still. Calling me a dirty rat with a grenade launcher is kinda rude. I don’t call blonde lady with a healing staff and wings. Do I? ’

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@saiintmxrcy

He didn’t like being here, but he didn’t really have any choice, quietly watching as Mercy adjusted herself and wrote down a few things, him observing her as he finished taking his prosthesis off. She kept asking, and he was getting a bit tired of pulling them on and off. It was hard enough.

            ‘ We done this time Doc? I danno how much longer I can take takin and puttin em on again. ’

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@friedenswachter

He’s staring quietly at himself. Ugh... not good enough, he didn’t have any outfits for the upcoming christmas party. He’d have to ask for help. But he wanted to surprise Roadhog! Glancing around, he noticed the doctor, she was always well dressed! He approached, clearing his throat to let her know he was there, waiting for her to either ask what he wanted, or to approach, and he’d ask her.

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@fromjingles

Bars were usually not his go to place, he normally liked pubs, but, had been convinced by several members of the group to go to the bar. They were all sort of sitting around talking, Junkrat wearing an oversized hoodie that everyone made fun of him for, but he rather liked it. That was until he noticed someone talking to the doc, and that she looked uncomfy.

No one else was around but him, so... might as well. Standing up from his seat, setting his drink down, he stood up to full 6′6″ height, and approached, gently clasping a hand around her shoulder gently.

No one would harass the lady that’s healed up his wounds. Next thing he knew, some words were exchanged, and he snarled before lunging himself at the prick, biting his shoulder and punching his gut as the guy shrieked bloody murder.

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@havexxmercy

He’s having trouble, crossing his arms he stares at all the clothes he has, not very many by his standards. He’s always used to packing light. Frowning he sighs and goes to someone who hopefully can take him out shopping. He... needs winter clothes, despite him not feeling cold, his body will still react if it gets too cold, and he doesn’t have that type of gear. So off he goes, grumbling hoping to find someone to help him out.And that someone happens to be Angela, twiddling his thumbs, he frowned, waiting for her to be done with her phone call, or whatever she was doing.

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@engclsgleich

A blood curling scream as Junkrat was dragged by the male doctor, trying to cling to every surface of this stupid shiny place. Once he had realized that the other was bringing him in for a checkup, he protested. Only to be tricked by Roadhog to open the door of his room, and dragged out. 

Though Roadhog didn’t officially drag him, he was way too light to really put up a fight when being dragged by anyone, especially when he had been surprised, and didn’t have all four limbs on to actually cause some sort of friction. He managed to grab onto the door, clinging for dear life.

‘ Fack off! I don wanna!! ’

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@xmisericors | X

            He says nothing, he keeps to himself now a days. It’s like they’re always together. He can’t help but feel like the riptire on both their backs, weighting them down and getting into their relationships.

He doesn’t know what to do, he hasn’t been alone in years, over 5. It’s so weird to be... alone again. 

Currently he’s quietly sketching, trying to get his mind off of things, trying to see if he can expand his relationships and such.... but... Just as before. People find him annoying or gross. Even when he’s cleaned up and offering just... someone to talk to. He’s in a corner, there’s nothing he can do.

He doesn’t even hear her come in, the music in his headphones muffling everything as he buries his face, a sob wracking his figure.

He feels so.... stupid and vulnerable crying But it also feels like the right thing to do right now. He’s lost with no where to go, no one to be with. And his one friend happy without him. What else can he even do?

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@friedenswachter | Liked for a Starter

         He hadn’t even noticed the large bruise forming on his face from the fight as he limped back to the helipad, glancing when he heard a gasp and suddenly hands enveloped his cheeks. Ah man, the doc was like a ma sometimes.

“ Doooooooooc ”

He whined out, it wasn’t like it really hurt.... ok now that he knew it was there it really hurt. He groaned slumped over so the other could examine him better. How come he was the one who always got the major injuries? Eh, he didn’t know.

           “ I swear ‘m fine. Don’ worry bout it! ”

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          He is now cackling and holding out a huge Caterpillar.

“ Want the head or the tail Doc? ”

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@flashofyellowlight

he’s working quietly, he doesn’t understand why people decide to disturb him when he’s being quiet as per their wishes. shifting a bit, he nibbles on the cigarette in his mouth, he’s not exactly smoking, more like just letting it hang there?

adjusting himself as he hobbles over to the drawer, and opens it up, glancing at mercy he rose his brows. what did the doctor want? it was his time to cook dinner tonight, was he not allowed to cook whatever he wanted now too?

‘ can i help ya sheila? ’