Anyone Want Some BBQ?

"If at first you don't succeed, blow it up again!" Independent, semi-selective rp blog for Junkrat of Overwatch

[moon-k-o]

Real Name: Orisa, Age: 1 month

Occupation: Guardian Robot

Base of Operations: Numbani

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honorandblood

He considered the slobbery object for the briefest of moments before he turned and lobbed it down the hallway. Not too hard, as he did not want to break anything…

Excitement began to creep up inside Junkrat's bones, watching the other man examine the Hyena's squeaky toy. Her tail had reached a speed of wagging he thought was unknown to all those science wizards. Junkrat's hands tightened briefly on the collar as Hanzo turned. His arm was pulled back and off the squeaky was thrown.

Not hard though.

Not fun.

Still, Scrapper was terribly excited, so the junker released her collar, watching as the Hyena practically bowled over herself to chase after the damn thing. Her nails tick, tick, ticked against the tiles as she gave chase, and Junkrat's laughter knew no bounds. Scrapper certainly did have a way of making him       g r i n.

And here she came. Seeing as it wasn't too hard of a throw, she caught it quickly and was on her way back now. Scrapper took a seat in front of Hanzo, and dropped the slobbery mess down at his feet.

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@mykcnos

A simple glide of peg leg over ground; there’s a sauntering movement as the demolition EXPERT neanders down the street. It’s the dead of night, not too many cops or civvies around. Not too many spectators, which don’t make blowing things up and causing mayhem so much fun.

Jamison “Junkrat” the First loved an audience!!

So now, he’s just on his way back to his and Roadie’s nasty little motel room. It’s the only one they could get at the time without drawing so much attention to themselves. That meant, having to wear uncomfortable clothes to keep himself blended in....as blended in as a peg-legged Australian can look out in the city like this-

Wait.

Junkrat stops in his gait, squinting across the street. There was someone standing opposite of him. Hat pulled over his eyes, he didn’t look like one who’d normally come to a massive city like this. He squints harder. The guy looked...so familiar.

[gnarlygnargnar]

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honorandblood

“Do either of us even share the desire to?” He glares at him skeptically; arms crossed as he contemplates his offer.  Strangely enough he had found comfort in the tension between them; safe in the way he could trust the junker to be honest in his emotions yet suddenly he was at a lost.

Junkrat was seeking to connect; offering a new sort of challenge as Hanzo didn’t even know if he had the capacity -or the will- to reciprocate such a truce. Yet…to refuse would show the junker the depths of his emotional ineptitude, a problem which plagued him deeply….

“……fine. What shall we do?”

Hanzo surrended to his idiot idea of playing with his 'pooch'. The sly grin on his face only seems to grow, stretching ear to ear now. Stuffing greasy hands into his tattered shorts, the junker saunters his way towards Scrapper, whom had stopped gnawing on her favorite toy in order to look up at him.

"Oi Scrappy!" Junkrat ducks down beside his Hyena, ruffling the tangled fur around her face. Huh. He'd have to brush it out later. Or shave her. She looked bloody cute when shaved.

He used the distraction to grab her ball, and he tossed it in Hanzo's direction, only barely managing to catch Scrapper by her vibrant pink collar as she lunged after her squeaky ball. The scrawny man strained against his excitable pet, but he still managed to laugh.

"Give'er a toss! Down th' hall that'a'way!"

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@honorandblood

"Ah, c'mon Hanzy!!" All but leaning against the shorter yet older man, Junkrat couldn't help but try to coerce him into playing this little game of his. After all, he already had a stick up his arse; maybe actually going and having FUN would help him loosen up a little?!

"She likes her squeaky!" He gestures to the Hyena a few feet away. Large canines grind into the ball that she loved so much. It'd be easy to take it away from her, to an extent. Once she knew they were gonna play catch, it'd be nearly impossible for her to play along.

The ball is her's. She likes it thrown, not taken.

"We kin BOND, mate! Somethin' we can't seem ta DO!"

[sixpenceee]

This is what burning steel wool looks like. (Source)

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Permanent Starter Call! Read tags for info.

[velinxi]

I hope she has a safe flight

[coconutmilkyway]

he found this weird lookin dingo in the wastelands, fed it a mouse, and it followed him home

inb4 “um he would probs kill and eat it”

my art my choices. i choose to draw friendship 

[hubedihubbe]

in the name of science what are the junkers built of (answer: Nasty)

[rambunctiousyouths]

Visit Original Link

Kill the lights

These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks

Feels right

All these asphyxiated, self-medicated, take the white pill you’ll feel alright

[coconutmilkyway]

Some junkrat doodles fffff. I miss my tablet. Traditional media is messy.

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ninzen

Genji made sure his cuts were thin and his jabs with the hilt of his sword just hard enough to make the rotten Los Muertos fall unconscious. Killing them would only cause Overwatch a whole load of messes that he didn’t wan’t to be the cause of.

Besides… They had sent him out here to make sure the hyper active Australian didn’t bite the dust. Losing him would only make the other one angry.

He let out a little bit of a ‘oomph’ when he felt that greasy arm loop around him and pull him close. He tilted his head to look up at Junkrat and gave a mildly nervous chuckle.

“Heard the commotion… I couldn’t just leave you to them.”

In almost an instant, the grin is back on his face and Junkrat is pushing Genji away as if hadn’t been suspecting him of keeping too close of an eye on him. Which is sort of was, but the Junkrat could DEFINITELY move past that! A manic snicker leaves his lips, and soon enough, he’s crouching down next to the unconscious men and jabbing at them with mechanical fingers.

“Yer reeeeaaal good at this ‘not-killin’-people business!!” He points out aloud, standing fully and giving a different one a light kick from his peg.

“Thanks fer the rescue though! Was in a pretty big pickle! I was the pickle, they were th’ people who were gonna eat me...that sounded off...” He thinks long and hard about what he said, before shrugging his shoulders. “Ah well, we got people to kill-ah...knock unconscious...yeah...that thing.”

[jawbone-the-tenth]

Hey, if we’re mutuals don’t forget that:

You can ask for my Skype

You can ask for my Steam

You can ask for my Discord

[buippy-deactivated20210405]

 You can kill me in one hit

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redheadreptile

“Then I guess we’re both a lil’ DISAPPOINTED!” With that last word he dug in and shoved at Junkrat’s middle, laughing. Not a cruel or impish laugh, but a genuine and HAPPY laugh. He was actually enjoying himself. It was moments like this that actually made living pretty alright. And hey, if the Rat enjoyed himself, too…all the better.

“Mate, can you imagine doin’ this shit from our own….Idunno, SUITE? Or, shit, in the SNOW? Wonder what that’s like….”

Pressure on his stomach; it’s a hard enough shove that makes the rat lose balance all together, flopping off the other junker with a soft ‘oof’ of indignation. But soon, he’s already rolling back onto all fours, albeit a little clumsily. He goes to send a right scowl back at the other, but Viper’s question makes him pause and think.

Snow.

Junkrat often did wonder what snow was like. Probably cold; that’s what Kip told him. She’s been everywhere, she often  boasted to him in the bar. The old woman. It was unfair, but she had been here longer than he has.

“Bet’cha’d like that, huh? Fightin’ in th’ snow! Havin’ ourselves a lil’ tussle until we’re all frozen!” Junkrat’s looking ready to pounce on top of the other again. Probably should do something about that.

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@saiintmxrcy

There was only just the two of them now. When it came to battles, Junkrat was never really one to get the majority of the healing from Mercy. She probably didn’t like the way he sometimes ran out into immediate danger, so he thought she often prioritized who she liked healing the best. And Junkrat didn’t mind it.

Because when she DID heal him, boost him, whatever, he felt bloody powerful.

Which was a good description of how he felt at this exact moment. The Australian was aglow with the damage boost of the good doctor’s staff; the surges of power made him feel more alive than ever!! But, he made sure to stay close and out of the line of fire. Just for the doctor’s sake...

Pieces of building and debri rained down from the sky with each blast after each explosion from his grenade launcher, and the rat paused briefly to reload, before shooting a wide-toothed grin in Mercy’s direction. When they wanted to, they worked together pretty well. “Thanks, doc!” He laughs; it’s joyful and alit with the purest form of glee. “Should do this more often, you’n I!”