Everything's Comin' Up Explodey

"Hope you don't mind a bit o' fire, mate!" (Closed Junkrat RP blog affilated with Eiyu Academy. Pyrotechnics teacher, Tatakai house, homeroom 2-D)

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In Search of Caffeine | Junkrat & Saya

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kairikionna:

She was still trying her best to get used to this school. But really, it was just so different from her old school that she wasn’t sure that she’d ever really get used to this place. It still seemed strange to her that the school was so self sufficient, even maintaining its own city just outside of the school. But then again, given the fact it was a refuge for people with powers to learn how to control them, such secrecy was probably necessary.

But she was also glad because that meant she could cook her own meals and do whatever shopping she needed to do without going too far. She paused when someone called out to her. The accent definitely threw her off. That was…Australian, wasn’t it? The speaker looked too old to be a student, so he was probably a teacher, but even then, he didn’t look anything like a teacher. 

For a moment she was at a loss for words, and she definitely had no idea what a “cuppa” was, but she assumed it was slang for something. “Um, I’m..not really sure,” she began finally, “I don’t know what a ‘cuppa’ is but, the Little Bird Cafe sells coffee and tea?” Hopefully that’s what he was asking about, and not something else, like soup. Though she was sure the cafe probably had soup…

She just hoped she’d understood correctly.

Junkrat felt relief rush through him. He wouldn't say he was addicted to caffeine (though he probably was by this point) but it definitely made things much much easier.

"You got it right, sheila, a cuppa is what you'd probably call coffee. But they got tea too?" Junkrat asked, lighting up a little. "Even better!" Usually a place with coffee and tea served bubble tea, so Junkrat definitely had something to look forward to.

But as much as he'd love to head on his merry way so he could get caffeine and then continue his experiments, he had no idea how to get there.

"Heheh... got another question for ya..." he said, giggling nervously. "I don't really know where the cafe is..." Junkrat never was all that good at navigation, but mainly because he didn't need to remember directions after he had done what he needed to do in whatever region he was in. Hopefully she had been to the cafe and remembered where it was.

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A Little Lost- Open

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Allen sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Tim’s kind of an anomaly as far as golems go, anyway.” Honestly, he wasn’t even sure how Timcanpy worked. It was probably even a mystery to whoever made him in the first place.

“Yes he does tend to fly off. He didn’t used to, when I was younger.” The white haired boy paused and scratched his cheek gently. “I think he’s going through a rebellious phase.” As odd as that sounded, he honestly wouldn’t be surprised if that was what was happening.

Junkrat would be lying if he said he didn't want to know how the mysterious golem worked. He only just met this student though, and asking to take a look at something that seemed so important seemed like it'd probably be rude.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a shine. It seemed to be there one moment and gone the next. Maybe he had imagined it, but he still began to walk briskly that way.

"Think I saw somethin' movin' over here," he offered as a half-hearted explanation. Even if it wasn’t Tim, it could’ve been something else promising.

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Cyborg Ninja? | Junkrat & Genji

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Genji listened attentively to the explanation he was given. He was a bit disappointed not to hear the full story of how he lost his limbs, but that would have to do. Besides, the next thing he said caught his interest. That name. He knew it, didn’t he? 

“..Yes, that must be it. I’ve seen your face..on a wanted poster before.” How such a man had gotten a job at a school out of all places, he didn’t know. Surely they must have noticed something off about him?

 “I agree that Junkrat suits you much better.”

One thing was for sure: Junkrat had clearly lost his mind. And he seemed so..proud of what he had done. A criminal history was not a foreign concept to the Shimada however. He had tried his very best to remain out of his family’s affairs, but he had still gotten forced and sucked into them at some points of his life. He had done things he wasn’t proud of, but each time he helped them, the more he’d go out to live freely. Going to parties, flirting, playing games at the arcade, stopping for ramen at his favorite shop before coming home late..that had been his daily life. The fact that Junkrat could easily mention it was odd.

“I suppose it is my turn. When I was younger, I was part of the Shimada clan. It was a criminal empire of sorts. Many illegal activities and assassins. It was not a dream of mine to take any part in these things. As for my body..my brother and I did not see eye to eye.” He hesitated to go into further detail, and decided that it was possible to infer what had happened from that.

“..I should have died, but my life was saved by an amazing doctor and her team. They’ve turned me into..a cyborg.”

Junkrat laughed at the man's comment on his alias. The name seemed more relevant when he was young and in Junkertown, scavenging through scrap metal and traveling through tunnels he had made to traverse the wasteland more cautiously. Though he was definitely still just as disheveled and fiery (literally) as he was as a kid.

Oddly enough, even though Genji recognized him from wanted posters, no effort was made to apprehend him, kill him, coerce him into revealing the location of his treasure, or steal from him in general. It definitely came as a relief because without his bodyguard or his grenade launcher, there wasn't much Junkrat could do in terms of combat, especially not with someone with a swordsman's ability. And a swordsman's sword.

But he continued to listen to the cyborg and finally got an explanation. "OH, THAT'S RIGHT. Yeah, yeah, I remember now! Think I planned a heist on ya a while back. Well, not YOU, but ya know. You Shimadas seem to have some money to spare, though I guess it's 'cause of all the activity, right?" That's why Genji didn't make any action even though he knew who Junkrat was.

"At least your body's more durable," Junkrat mused. "'Sides, you must be hard to kill if you're standing right here. Or maybe you got lucky. I've been lucky myself." He moved his arm and peg to illustrate his point. "I did this to meself, though. Accidents and all. But your own brother? That's rough, mate."

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Fire In The Hole! | Junkrat & Hanzo

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blueshimada:

Even before Hanzo heard the cry for him to watch out, he heard the raucous roaring of the strange contraption — which, at a glance, appeared to be nothing more than a spinning tire, with spikes protruding from it, and which must have been motor-powered, for all the noise it made. Though of course he couldn’t comprehend what would happen if the tire successfully intercepted him in that short moment, he could tell that the thing was very clearly dangerous. Ever quick on the draw, Hanzo drew his bow, which he had just been using for some idle target practice not too long ago in the shooting range, nocked the arrow, drew, and fired, all in the blink of an eye. The arrow hit its mark, causing the tire to deflate and swerve from its course as it slowed, swivelling and finally falling flat to the ground as it lost its momentum.

Hanzo stepped clear of it to be safe, closer to the man who had told him to watch out, and finally dared to release the breath he’d been holding. “Crisis averted,” he said, relieved to remain unscathed. “I do have to ask, though… What precisely was that thing?”

Junkrat fidgeted nervously as the man shot the tire and it fell to the ground with an anticlimactic psssh. He was lucky the archer was uncanny with a bow and arrow; a few centimeters could've made the difference between shooting the rubber or shooting the chemical compound within the tire. The latter would've definitely led to a different outcome.

Still, Junkrat had to admit he was pretty impressed with the abilities of the archer. He'd never seen someone with such a straight shot even with a gun, let alone when you need to account for trajectory. Clearly this guy was something special.

"Nice goin' there, mate!" Junkrat commended, giggling with a mixture of nervousness and giddiness. "Pretty good with that bow, right? Shot my Rip-Tire in just the right spot. It's a uh... modified version of it, actually. 'Splosion's not all that big, but it prob'ly still hurts if it goes off on ya." Junkrat unconsciously fiddled with the joints on his prosthetic arm. That one hurt pretty bad. "'S nothing more than an explosive tire. Made it meself."

"Oh, right! Jamison Fawkes, at your service! You are...?"

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Cyborg Ninja? | Junkrat & Genji

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Genji had took note of the man’s body. He seemed as if he was slouching, and were those some..prosthetic limbs? This was catching his attention. What kind of thing could of happened to make him need them? Genji felt as if the story could be made to sound more interesting than what had happened to himself. Of course, he couldn’t deny that anyone would be curious to know what had occurred to make his body the way it was, but he didn’t have the story telling skills to make it seem more captivating. Sure, he could throw in a joke or two, but he was positive that the slouching man before him could easily tell a tall tale.

“My apologies Mr. Fawkes, but I have never met a man less average than you.” It was true, the junker was a brand new type of individual to Genji. As their conversation progressed, he could feel himself becoming skeptical. Well, his family name really didn’t make or break who he was in the end.

“I accept your offer, Mr. Fawkes. You may begin explaining yourself now.”

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Junkrat could almost feel the cyborg eyeing him up, but it definitely wasn’t the first time Junkrat was subject to such a look over. Then again, he did tend to draw some weird looks with his hair smoldering and especially when people heard his peg clicking against a hard surface. He heard the man’s declaration and Junkrat couldn’t help but throw his head back and cackle. “You’re probably right ‘bout that, mate! You wonderin’ how I ended up like this, right? Lots of people do. Let’s just leave it at miscalculations,” Junkrat explained, maybe a bit more light-heartedly than he should’ve.

“Oh, good! ‘right, so hardly anyone knows me by Jamison, yeah?” Junkrat began, pausing to build suspense. “Well, ‘s ‘cause they know me as... drumroll please... Junkrat! If that rings a bell or two, prob’ly from the wanted posters ‘round, well, the entire world by now.” Junkrat giggled. It wasn’t anything to brag about, not really, but it gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. “Also, feel free to call me that instead of Jamison or Mr. Fawkes. Could never get used to Jamison.”

“As per our deal, time for you to solve my mystery, Mr. Shimada. Who are you? ‘Sides a cyborg ninja.”

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A Little Lost- Open

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So he was talking to a teacher. Honestly, he should have figured that out. But considering age had very little sway in the Order, he hadn’t really thought a school would be any different. OF course, never having gone to school before, Allen wasn’t really sure what to expect.

“Oh. He’s a golem. My….previous employer,” That was a good way to describe the Order now, wasn’t it? Although he was technically on the run and not just fired or something, “used them for communication. Timcanpy is special, though. And I need him to find my way around.” He had picked a direction and started walking as he talked.

“I get lost easy, so Tim acts like a guide.”

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Junkrat followed the boy and listened, tilting his head just a little in curiosity. Something seemed a little off about how he had paused before the words 'previous employer' but decided not to press too hard on the subject. If anyone knew some shady dealings, it'd be Junkrat. 

"Sounds handy, 'specially since I get lost 'round here meself. Big place. I've heard stories 'bout golems, but none like this one." Well, his bodyguard told him something about making life out of the inanimate and calling them golems. Junkrat just assumed it was a story that was supposed to pass time. 

"Does he go out on his own like this often?"

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Cyborg Ninja? | Junkrat & Genji

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Genji couldn’t help but chuckle. He had grown used to shocked reactions and various different comments. Most of the time, he knew they meant to harm. It was simply their first reaction. It was something he could joke about now. “What happened? I became..a cyborg ninja.” He thought it was a funny way to start conversations An interesting one, at the very least.

However he didn’t want to show his face any longer, and was quick to put his mask back on. It didn’t seem like it would be a problem to have it off, as no school administrators were near. “I am Genji.,,,Shimada” He had debated over whether to mention his last name. His family had at one point been a criminal organization at some point. It would be a shame to tarnish his reputation with fellow teachers so quickly and easily. Even so, it was what the kids called him and it was on all of his paperwork as well. “I do not mind your presence…but there is something bothering me.”

“Your face is oddly familiar. Have we crossed paths before?”

He couldn’t help it. This man was too familiar. Genji couldn’t recall ever meeting him before, yet his face was clear. Who he was exactly, was another mystery. It intrigued him, and he intended to get to the bottom of it.

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The man laughed and Junkrat allowed himself to relax, thinking that all was fine. Junkrat laughed a little at the joke. “Cyborg ninja? Gotta tell me about that one sometime!” he chirped. He wasn’t joking either; as someone who dabbled a little bit in prosthetic limbs, he was interested in how that would translate over to someone with a body like Genji’s.

Something about the name sounded... like it should’ve rung a bell. Was it... someone he had stolen from? Planned a heist against? Too bad his memory wasn’t the best. If his bodyguard had been here, maybe he would’ve known. Oh well, nothing Junkrat could do now.

“My face?” Junkrat asked. Faces being familiar and names being familiar were totally different, but the most he could do was try and play it off. Somehow. Didn’t help that Junkrat was wanted the world over with a super high bounty on his head. “Dunno what you’re talkin’ about. I’m just ya average guy with a thing for bombs.” The more he couldn’t figure out the cyborg, the more it irked Junkrat. But then he had an absurdly poorly thought-out idea.

“Though I’ll tell ya somethin’ interesting ‘bout me and my name if you tell me somethin’ interesting about yours, Mr. Shimada. Might help your identity problem.”

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A Little Lost- Open

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Allen groaned and braced his hands on his knees. It wasn’t like Timcanpy was easy to miss. He’d given him a bath just recently so he was pretty shiny. He was about to give up and just wander (and hopefully find his room) when the other offered to help look for Tim.

He grinned and nodded. “You would do that? I would appreciate it! Thank you!” He straightened and made a small circle with his hands. “He’s about this big with a long tail and little wings. He also has a cross on the front. Oh! My name is Allen Walker, by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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Junkrat tried to make a mental effort to actually properly introduce himself to the student. “Nice to meet ya, Allen. Jamison Fawkes, new pyrotechnics teacher.” He could never get used to hearing anyone call his name, though... and what was the harm in letting this kid know his alias? If the kid knew who he was, he probably would’ve said something by now. “Most people just know me as Junkrat.”

Junkrat paused, a quizzical look on his face. “A lil flyin’ ball, golden with wings a tail? Don’t reckon anyone else could miss it. Could ask around. Or does it make a noise we could track it by? Oh, right! ‘s got a name. Prob’ly answers to it, right?” The more he thought about it, the more bizarre this thing sounded.

“Uh... what is it, anyway?”

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overwatch heroes: junkrat

after the detonation of australia’s omnium fusion core, the outback was transformed into a harsh, irradiated wasteland, unlivable to most. but there were some who survived.

junkrat was a member of the lawless, cut-throat organization known as the junkers. like many others, he was affected by the lingering radiation. this touch of madness made him ideal for handling dangerous explosives, a love which he turned into an obsession.

credit: johnmorrisons’ hero template

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A Little Lost- Open

Allen yawned as he wandered around the campus, not paying attention to where he was going and instead just letting Timpcany lead him around. At least until Tim sped off, leaving Allen in the dust.

“What the-?! Wait! Timcanpy!” The exorcist dashed after him, though he soon found himself lost. “Great…” He sighed and started wandering around again, but calling out for Timcanpy.

After about an hour, the white-haired boy was about ready to give up when he spotted someone walking down a nearby hall. “Excuse me!” He called. “Have you seen a small, flying, golden ball around here? Answers to Tim or Timcanpy.” By now, he was pretty tired, but he needed Tim to find his way back to his dorm room.

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It was actually shaping up to be a pretty lazy day, all things considered. Nothing really weird or out of the ordinary presented itself and Junkrat could just sit back and relax. That is, if he wanted to relax, which he never did and was always doing something to pass time.

Although sometimes just a walk around campus sounded like a good idea. After all, he still needed to get familiar with his surroundings so he could navigate the place like he could navigate his tunnels back home. He didn’t really expect to have someone calling out to him while he was walking, and asking such a weird question.

“A golden ball?” Junkrat repeated, a little surprised at the question. “Can’t say I have. Sorry, mate.” The more he thought about it, the more Junkrat wanted to see this thing for himself. It sounded valuable, or at least intriguing. Plus he had nothing better to do. “Could help you look for it if ya want.”

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Cyborg Ninja? | Junkrat & Genji

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It was better to be safe than sorry. Genji now lived by that rule that he had given himself. After what had happened with his brother, he found it necessary to be ready for anything. His time in Overwatch only strengthened these thoughts, and he spent many hours of his day training. The students were impressed with him and his mechanical body. He could easily joke around about it; for he was at peace with himself.

Each day after class, he took his time with his training. Falling behind was not something Genji Shimada planned to do. No matter what. he would be on top of his game. He wouldn’t have it any other way. His movements seemed effortless, but there was thought put into every swing and slash. It was not long before Genji noticed a stranger watching his movements.

“Greetings.” Not knowing exactly who this man was, he greeted him formally.

 “Is there something you need from me?” As he asked the question, he removed his mask so they could meet eye to eye. The Shimada still did not enjoy removing his mask, but the school required that he removed it some of the time as to not scare any students. It also allowed him to be respectful and look people in the eyes instead of avoiding their gaze, which he did quite often while hiding behind the safety of his mask. Removing it however, revealed his face. It was damaged. He was damaged. Genji’s face was covered in scars from the fateful day when he had been near death. It was not something that he was proud to show off. Not anymore.

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For some reason, Junkrat didn't expect to be perceived so quickly by the cyborg in the middle of his training. Wouldn't he have been too focused to notice? Taken a bit off-guard, Junkrat jumped a little when he was addressed. The robotic voice that he heard when he was greeted didn't fully reassure Junkrat either, unfortunately.

"Oh, nah, mate, I was just..." Junkrat began, trailing off when the mask was removed, revealing the marred face beneath. Well, he definitely wasn't an omnic, but... "Whoa, what hap--" Junkrat finally realized a few seconds too late that his exclamation of surprise was probably pretty rude, cutting himself off.

"Sorry, sorry! Bit of a drongo, aren't I? Just... haven't seen scars like that 'cept on me arm and leg." Having probably already thoroughly ruined this guy's first impression of him, Junkrat figured he could at least introduce himself.

"Name's Jun--" Junkrat stopped himself, thinking he was probably still wanted regardless of being hired here. "Jamison Fawkes. New pyrotechnics teacher here. Saw ya trainin' after class and it caught me interest. Sorry, I must seem like a right bastard just watchin' ya and bein' rude like that."

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Fire In The Hole! | Junkrat & Hanzo

With all of his recent tinkering with various formulas for bombs, Junkrat had found another alternative to his favorite tire bomb, something he had nicknamed the Rip-Tire. He usually wouldn’t have had to make substitutions to the formula of the explosive, but school rules are school rules, so making a tamer version of the tire was necessary; he couldn’t wait to try it out, either.

Although he probably should’ve waited, for as soon as he pulled the chain on the tire, he noticed another teacher in the clearing where he was testing it (against all odds; he was sure no one was there beforehand.)

The tire revved and roared through the clearing, but Junkrat realized he was too close to it to detonate it and if it got too much further, it would harm the teacher.

“Oi, watch out!” he warned, hoping that the man would somehow get out of the way in time.

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Cyborg Ninja? | Junkrat & Genji

The school day had drawn to a close at last. Well, for the students, it had ended a few hours prior. Junkrat was still getting used to staying after everyone had mostly cleared the halls. He’ll admit that he was mainly just messing with different chemicals under the guise of coming up with a new lesson. Time seemed to slip away from him when he was making bombs lessons for the students.

He did want to stretch his arm and leg eventually, though, so he had decided it was time to walk around. It was mainly wandering until he became distracted by a strange shing noise. And another. A string of them, really. Intrigued, Junkrat followed the sounds to find what seemed to be a cyborg (or an omnic, but he tried to ignore that possibility because he didn’t have any lethal bombs on him) training with a sword. 

He watched carefully as a projectile was launched towards the man, who deflected it. This happened several times in quick succession, and each time, the cyborg flawlessly deflected.

It was actually pretty cool and before he realized it, Junkrat found himself watching the man train, following the fluid movements of the sword carefully.

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In Search of Caffeine | Junkrat & Saya

Junkrat leaned back and stared at the scraps on his desk. He could easily fashion them into a bomb, but the only reason he hadn’t done so was because the school gave him some strict regulations on what the bombs could and could not do. It was certainly a challenge; after all, what was the fun in bombs that didn’t have too large a blast radius?

He knew what he wanted to do with it, though. If he could fashion it into something he could use for a lesson, then it’d be reasonable for the school grounds and also enable him to make a bomb at all. Before he decided to experiment all night, though, he needed something. Coffee, perhaps, or some boba tea if he was lucky.

It didn’t take too long for Junkrat to realize that, unfortunately, he hadn’t explored the campus enough to know where to go for coffee or tea. He figured he could ask a student maybe. Certainly they’d know where to find a cafe or something similar. He saw a student who seemed nice enough and decided to ask her.

“‘Scuse me, sheila,” he began, “but d'ya know where I could grab a cuppa?”

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[OutofCombustion: Ayy if you want a starter with the garbage man, like this and I’ll write you one~]

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Missing Compound | Junkrat & Anyone

To be completely honest, Junkrat misplacing things wasn’t too unusual; his memory failed him frequently and his focus was definitely lacking. Maybe it was the change in atmosphere that made him more scatter-brained than usual, but either way, he mentally slapped himself for forgetting where he placed such a vital ingredient.

He growled in frustration as he sifted through the desk, looking in and around everything. He placed his hands in his pockets. He didn’t feel anything in his left pocket and didn’t hear the familiar tink of his prosthetic hitting the container of the compound. Junkrat grimaced, realizing what this had meant: the compound had fallen out of his pocket.

He left the classroom, quickly trying (and partially failing, which only fueled his annoyance even more) to recall his exact path to the room. Luckily, Junkrat had noticed before class had started, but on the flip side, it was a bit early in the day, minimizing the amount of people who could help him (not that he’d admit that he sort of wanted assistance.) Someone moving in the halls caught his eye and he called out to them.

“Oi! Have ya seen a lil thing ‘round here?” Did it have a label? He didn’t remember. “Says somethin’ on it like, uh, ‘potassium nitrate?’ ‘Saltpeter?’ Might not have anythin’ on it. Shiny lil thing, has powder in it.”

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So if junkrat cries, everyone would know right? Cuz of the soot on his face looking like reverse mascara tears? Or Is all that waterproof like the good makeup?

Something like that yeah