[Video] - We're talking about THIS thing that happened and NOTHING ELSE

[jonesiseverywhere]

Dudes! Check it out! I got sent home for a while and got a totally freakin' metal new mask! Literally!

[He flips down his new steel mask and models it.] Made it myself! Whaddya think? I think it's the coolest skull mask around myself.

[PRIVATE TO JUNKRAT, a little while after the first post.]

Hey, uh, listen dude. I wanted to say...I'm sorry for what happened when we first met. Guess I got a little trigger happy, huh?

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[muroieda]

[Who the fu--

Oh.

This kid. He would've rather just forgotten about the whole thing to begin with, but he's gotta dig it back up, doesn't he? With nothing but words to show for it. Junkrat wouldn't be surprised if the higher-ups mandated the kid to make a personal apology; someone like this, he figures that's way more likely than it really coming from the heart.

Words are worthless to a Junker anyway.

Junkrat rarely uses text, but he figures it'd be a wise choice because it gives him a half-second to consider what he's saying before it actually gets sent out.

rack off.

...Yeah, about that half-second. Junkrat clears out the text, gives it some thought, then types something else.]

prove it.

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[jonesiseverywhere]

[It takes about an hour for Casey to respond.

Casey has navigated his way through a lot of apologies in his life. Believe it or not, he's prone to doing things that piss other people off. Everyone else he'd ever tased could take it. It normally took them maybe a few seconds to recover, and he honestly didn't expect to mess Junkrat up that bad. It was an action in the heat of the moment, and he really does feel a little bad about it.

How do you say all that? Especially to a guy like Junkrat?

And then it hits him, and the reply comes.]

Done. Check your room.

[Sitting in front of Junkrat's door is the taser glove, complete and fully charged. Being made of kitchen utensils and a slightly worn-out hockey glove make it the kind of olive branch only consummate tinkerers understand.

For Casey's part, he's making very sure to stay around the corner of Junkrat's room, close but out of sight. He's not a complete idiot. Being in line of sight after handing him a weapon may prove a little too tempting for Junkrat, but he does want to see how this goes.]

[muroieda]

[He's in said room by the time he gets that text--in fact, he'd been in there for a while, as he's appropriated it into a workshop instead of, you know, using his habitat as one instead, where he has more control over how it's set up. He decided to use that creative freedom to indulge his creature comforts instead of making it something truly practical.

With that said, he knows that Casey hasn't actually gone inside his room, which would have been the single most foolish thing to do especially considering that he's equipped with a fired-up welding torch. He's already forgotten that Casey reached out to him earlier, and if his phone hadn't buzzed obnoxiously he would've kept working.

He tilts up the face shield and checks his phone for the message, then puts down the torch so he can check what passes as his front porch.

Huh.

That's more than he was expecting.

Casey's nowhere to be found, and just to make sure he isn't, Junkrat scans to the left and right before bending over to snatch it up and slam his door shut once again, locking it.

He throws the device on his workbench. Nothing like a little catharsis in picking apart the very thing that sent you into medical care--but before he does that, he picks up his omnicom.]

funny

this doesnt look like my blue prints

[He's not expecting those blueprints to show up any time soon--in fact, he's come up with a better design since his originals were scrapped--but he still wants to see how Casey reacts, get an idea of how sorry the kid actually feels. He lives to watch people squirm.]

[jonesiseverywhere]

[Casey peeks around the corner as he hears the door slide open. Junkrat took the glove, which he'll take as a good sign.

And then the text comes and Casey rolls his eyes. But this is a good time to test the waters.]

Oh sure not enough to get my stunner. He wants confetti too.

[muroieda]

[Despite himself, Junkrat giggles. Dammit. He wants so badly to stay mad.]

dont underestemate party poppers

especialy when theyre unexpected

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[bombsaway]

Ooooh, spooky! Guess if ya need to weld stuff or pound out an ancient looking sword, it'll come in handy!

[jonesiseverywhere]

[Anyone in their right mind could see she's probably joking...]

Hey, yeah, I could! How hard can making a sword be anyway?

[bombsaway]

[ Smh, casey... at least now she knows who's the knucklehead around here! ]

Uh... I dunno! Teeheehee! Not really what I was getting at, but whatever. Just, whoosh!

[ Hand sails all the way over her hair, which takes a bit of effort. ]

It doesn't really look like a skull, though. Waaaaay too much nose!

[jonesiseverywhere]

Whatever, I totally could. You just don't know how metal I am!

[Behind the mask, it's his turn to give her a look.]

The nose comes in handy, you don't even know. My old one didn't have much of a nose and it stung like a mother every time I got punched in the face.

[bombsaway]

[ She laughs again, the mental image of someone punching him in the face constantly running through her head. ]

So that's why you made a new mask, huh? Because people would keep p-punching you in the face!

[ It's hard not to keep laughing, she's even stuttering a little to try and keep it down. ]

[wherenoonegoes]

Several years worth of training hard.

[jonesiseverywhere]

Training hard in banging on metal?

[wherenoonegoes]

Several years of learning how to make properly balanced weapons that can hold an edge and won't shatter on impact. Try to make a sword without all that training, and all you're going to get is a sword-shaped piece of scrap metal that won't last two seconds against a properly forged sword.

[wherenoonegoes]

It could use a little color, but otherwise it looks pretty good.

[jonesiseverywhere]

Hmmm... [He pops it off and examines it.]

OK, I'll bite. Like what?

[wherenoonegoes]

I don't know, it's your warrior mask. Whatever you put on it should be up to you.

[marryonette]

It's uh... Very intimidating? Why would you want a skull mask? -We're certain dozens of people have asked the same thing about you fighting in a modified wedding dress, El.-

[jonesiseverywhere]

'Cause it's! And, uh, so is fighting in a wedding dress, now that I think about it. Seriously, hardcore. How'd that start?

[marryonette]

Oh! Uh, you are... actually the first person to ask about that! -Well. Here, at least.-

It's kind of a long story, truth be told.

[jonesiseverywhere]

C'mon, those things are bulky and poofy and totally suck for fighting in! So if you're doing that, there's gotta be a pretty good story there, right?

[marryonette]

Well it's actually better for combat than you might think. It can obscure feet movement, which is an advantage. Also you can hide stuff in it pretty well!

As for the story, well... Hmm. Where should I start?

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[fuckaccuracy]

Not bad. Get some blood splatter on it and you might actually have something good going on.

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[jonesiseverywhere]

Hey, that ain't bad! Maybe some red paint right across the eyes. Or maybe on the chin like I'm some kind of...crime-eater guy!

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[fuckaccuracy]

I meant real blood. Why the hell would you use fake crap?

[jonesiseverywhere]

Uh, 'cause it's psycho? And it washes off?