hcg-wild:
🐽 junk. more junk.. nothing good or of use at all. normally he could find something that was of use in these scrap and junk piles - but this one? it had absolutely nothing of value that he could scavenge and possibly sell for a good price back in the small town he had visited - probably already been ransacked for everything possible. he needed to get some fuel for his bike, it was beginning to run low, and this was the only way he could think of. he really should start carrying around extra canisters of gas just for these types of situations.
Roadhog could have cared less if it was dark - the moonlight was enough for him to see things even through the dark lenses of his pig mask. a long sigh escaped him as he began to move around, going to see if another scrap pile had something else of interest - but that was when he saw something.
a figure stood just a couple of feet away, to which Hog squinted his eyes to get a better look. if anything, he was confused about the other, trying to get a better look but failing since he stood just far enough.
“ … not lookin’ for trouble. are you? “
his rough voice broke the silence as he stared the other down, he did notice the weapon the other held despite the dark that surrounded them, and he was ready to grab his gun to deal with… whatever the hell this guy was. didn’t look human, that was for sure. 🐽
The first word that left the man’s mouth caught his attention, and in a short period of time he had zeroed in on its location and spun to face him. At first the dark made it difficult to figure out whether this was a man in a mask or a man with a pig’s head, and while it didn’t horrify him in the least it did confuse him. What had even happened-?
He drew closer without a word, glowing green eyes narrowing at him. Ah, so he was just a man...
He stopped, lowering the blade but still keeping it drawn nonetheless. A smile flashed white in the dark, green smoke drifting between his sharp teeth as he did so. He placed both hands on his hips, straightening up though he was still short compared to the strange human in front of him. He winked playfully at the large man, though the only way that one could even notice was the fact that one eye’s glow cut off for a second before returning.
“Not the same kind of trouble as you assume, big boy,” he purred, leaning forward a bit at the waist. He rose the blade, flipping it and catching the hilt again before admiring the soft glow of the plasma. “Just here for some fun is all. Not too sure what happened here, though. Looks worse than Hell does, and that’s saying something.”












