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How's it so many of you are runnin' about and not bringin' back any stories with you? Some of us could use it you know! Instead of havin' 'em all dumped out when they drop those spots on the news, anyway.
[Ahem.
Tracer is broadcasting from the monitor room, where she's clearly been serving out her duties with as much patience as she can muster (read: not a lot). Even with all of the activity, Tracer can't deal with the tedium. She's rigged up a way to continuously spin herself in a chair while she spends time dispatching Legionnaires as is expected of her. Even with that, she's incredibly restless, and has herself perched in the window, lounging on the sill in a manner that probably would be considered unsafe if she weren't capable of rewinding time around her.
Overwatch's systems were mostly automated. When a warning went out, the Strike Team left -- and that was the end of it. This dispatching nonsense makes her thankful that it never got quite as large, but also makes her nostalgic.
That's not the only thing, but. Well, its a big part of it. And while she's trying to think of a way to bring up that first thing without outing herself, she can be seen tapping her fingers nervously on the big glowing machine on her chest.]
...speakin' of stories. How many of you lot got families back where you came from? Maybe a better half...
[She pauses here -- not too long though. Don't want to be suspicious.]
...do you think they're still lookin' for you? It's been a tick, hasn't it?
[Ahem.
Tracer is broadcasting from the monitor room, where she's clearly been serving out her duties with as much patience as she can muster (read: not a lot). Even with all of the activity, Tracer can't deal with the tedium. She's rigged up a way to continuously spin herself in a chair while she spends time dispatching Legionnaires as is expected of her. Even with that, she's incredibly restless, and has herself perched in the window, lounging on the sill in a manner that probably would be considered unsafe if she weren't capable of rewinding time around her.
Overwatch's systems were mostly automated. When a warning went out, the Strike Team left -- and that was the end of it. This dispatching nonsense makes her thankful that it never got quite as large, but also makes her nostalgic.
That's not the only thing, but. Well, its a big part of it. And while she's trying to think of a way to bring up that first thing without outing herself, she can be seen tapping her fingers nervously on the big glowing machine on her chest.]
...speakin' of stories. How many of you lot got families back where you came from? Maybe a better half...
[She pauses here -- not too long though. Don't want to be suspicious.]
...do you think they're still lookin' for you? It's been a tick, hasn't it?
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Ya didn't know I was here until I showed up on yer feed. Need I say more?
[Or, rather, on their side now, but that's just semantics.]
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[Quid pro quo and all. Still, she's satisfied enough with that answer to sit back down in her chair with her arms folded.]
How're you settlin' in, then?
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[...and then there's a moment of hesitation; his eyes go unfocused and look off from the camera. Is he actually free? Or is he just on probation? Does it matter? He's stuck on a space ship and if he slips up he'll go back into the slammer no matter what it says on paper.
He shakes off the derailed thought (literally) and brings his attention back to the camera.]
Been keepin' me hands busy! Ya know what they gave me? Infinite storage. Like a cartoon character! Check it out!
[Junkrat puts his omnicom on a stable surface and takes a few steps back so that the whole frame can capture his upper body. He turns a quarter to the side, to where his bag sits on his hip, of which he puts a provocative tilt in like a mistress showing a little bit too much ankle. One hand unclasps and lifts the bag's flap, while his metal one, pinky out like a flourish to a sleight of hand, digs in and slowly starts pulling out--
the tank to an acetylene torch.
Two feet later and it's obvious that there's still more left to be pulled out, enough to get the message across that it should be by all rights impossible for it to fit in his bag, Junkrat waggles his bushy eyebrows as if there were a suggestive punchline to be had here. He sinks it back into his bag and fastens it back up again, then takes up his omnicom again.]
I know it ain't the flashiest of superpowers. I'll be honest, mate, I was kinda disappointed when I first found out, but ya know what? There ain't nothin' more perfect in this world fer someone like me!
[He cackles.]
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Bullocks. She clears her throat.]
Well--anythin' more fittin', and you probably wouldn't be here to start with.
[Blunt because--well, its obvious, isn't it?]
Could be worst. They didn't do a thin' to me.
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Don't get me wrong, I can think'a few things I'd have an awful lotta fun with. But this--it compliments me natural-born talents! As much as it would be downright rippah to blow things up with me brain, or set fire ta things on command, I don't think it'd make me very happy. It's all about that hard work and plannin' payin' off in the end, ya know? I ain't interested in no instant gratification. Nothin' makes me prouder than a job well done.
[This could be interpreted as something genuinely good-hearted to anyone that doesn't actually know him -- anyone that doesn't know what the word job usually entails when it comes to him.]
Wot? That's not fair!
[Junkrat gives her a genuine frown. Don't mind him, he'll just be getting wholeheartedly disappointed on her behalf, whether or not she wants him to be.]
Did they say why? How did that conversation go, "we're usually handin' out neat tricks ta people like candy but we ran out when ya showed up"?
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[His offense is a little endearing but--its still Junkrat, so her smile isn't totally genuine.]
No big deal, really. Just means I already know what I'm doin'.
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[Still not fair. Everyone should get some cool thing to play with, dammit. He gives it a few more moments of consideration, before shrugging it off.]
Yeah, I s'pose ya already come pre-built some pretty spiffy skills, huh? Bet ya were a real shoo-in fer 'em. Got that whole "hero" thing goin' on already, that big doovalacky on yer chest that makes ya go zip-zip, and ya already could run circles around me--yeah, I bet they were chompin' at the bit ta bring someone like you on!
[And in his best Tracer impression:]
Cheers, love! The Legion is here!
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Well, its endearing.]
Dunno, love. I never asked. The shoes are pretty comfy, strictly speakin'.
nice icon :B
[He knew a real smile was hiding in there somewhere! For what it's worth, he's not mocking her - he sounds genuine about it, like someone that's been trying to cheer up their friend.]
Gah! Should'a figured it was the shoes! [Play anger.] Hey, but no one's gonna fill 'em out like you do, huh? I mean, I'd only ever be able ta wear one. Hehehe!
surprise i planned everything
Ain't all its cracked up to be, sometimes. But its better than the alternative, you know?
[He doesn't know. He's a little unstable, and he'd rather explode walls than pull anyone out of the building he was collapsing. But she can try.]
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On second thought, he'd probably be well-equipped to pull people out after the fact by clearing debris. Yeah, that's more his style.]
...Thongs?
[You know. Instead of shoes.]
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Nobody's lookin' to be fillin' any of those.
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Unless...oh.
Junkrat closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.]
Sandals, Tracer. That's what we call them in Oz.
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How many times you had that happen here so far?
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Other than just now? None.
[Still got her to laugh in the end. That's the important part.]
Only been here a couple weeks though. Give it time--heheh. Why, ya been runnin' inta people that don't know how ta speak Brit?
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We all got translators, can't think its all that hard.
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[Junkrat, no one gets your obscure Australian humor. Stop.]
She'll be right though.
[And, in a split second, his goofy, lighthearted smile sharpens in a subtle way--something less genuine, something laced with venom.]
Wouldn't be the first time Oz got overlooked and forgotten.