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Mako Rutledge ([personal profile] snoutback) wrote in [community profile] legionworld2017-05-19 02:37 am

[OPEN]

Who| Roadhog, Junkrat, and YOU.
What| Reunions, playing watchdog, sparring.
Where|
Mess Hall, Junkrat's Habitat, and the Sim Room.
When|
Catch-all for May.
Warnings/Notes|
swearing, sexual references/innuendo



Closed to Junkrat


Forty-eight hours after waking up, Roadhog's head is still spinning. Suddenly aliens were real, and the revelation's caught him with his pants around his ankles, companionless, unarmed, and struggling to form a solid plan on his own. Been some time since he's been visited by this kind of unease. Not a touch since the day Oz disappeared behind him, a granular speck on a great blue sea. And what's miserable is that he just knows it's because Junkrat isn't here to talk a mile a minute about how they were gonna survey the ship's security fixtures, squeeze around 'em to plant explosives in four, five, or a dozen different places, and then stage their fiery escape into the final frontier at the helm of a shiny new starcruiserall casual, like it's gonna be the easiest thing in the world.

Presumably somewhere there were civilian accommodations on this hunk of junk, but Roadhog's been far too busy trying to make sense of his surroundings and by extension his entire predicament to sleep or to find something to eat, half-hoping he'll just happen across his partner so they can get straight back to business. At this point, his hunger pangs were developing a mind of their own, subconsciously influencing the route he takes. It's as he pops his head into a too bright - too busy mess hall that, at last, just as Hog was teetering on the brink of being tired enough to give up chase for a while, or possibly even entirely...

There's
the little shit.

Were he not used to singling Junkrat out of worse, a single wild blonde head throwing up smoke signals would still have blended in seamlessly amidst the visual chaos of dozens of spandex-clad bodies. Roadhog makes a definitive beeline for his fellow Junker, ignoring the fact that the Jamison he knew wouldn't be sitting calmly at a table with so many new stimuli around him.

He has every intention of shuffling him off and away from this terrible clamor, but for now he plants his hand on the table beside Rat, leaning partway around him so that his eyes can bore into the jut of one high cheekbone. "Bout time--"

May 19th and beyond, Habitation Area, OTA

The days that follow are quieter than he expects, as Junkrat's busy schedule pulls him to and fro. Usually it's him telling Rat to stay put at the safehouse when errands need running. To be the one left like this is a foreign concept, just like how the people who come 'round asking for the bossman aren't waving around money or guns. Or how some of them haven't even heard of Rat at all, and are simply tourists, wandering all these little bits and pieces of worlds that aren't theirs without aim.

If you've got words for Rat at any point after the eighteenth, you might instead come across a plush hulk of a man with an uncannily similar taste in fashion. Either lazing about, stretched out in a sagging beach chair like he owns the place, or toiling away inside a large, dilapidated building that wasn't there when you visited before. While he's obviously noticed you coming from quite a long ways off, his foreboding silence suggests he won't be saying g'day unless you give him a very good reason.

Roadhog can tell the sightseers from Rat's actual acquaintances by how little caution they demonstrate as they walk the red earth, laden with buried mines. For them, he at the very least growls a half-hearted "Stop." Or if it's too late and his ears pick up a faint click: "Don't move."

Late May
, Sim Room, OTA

Come time and many discussions with Junkrat, Roadhog's own schedule becomes a back and forth. Never could he have predicted a gig of theirs would involve classes. You been taking yours? If your mind isn't too burnt out on the new and unusual, you might notice a fresh face, or technically mask. Even without any visible expression or audibly spoken word, the big brute does not even once seem interested in anything the instructor has to say. At least, that is, until class moves into the sim room, where his leather snout points up in silent but overt wonder, as billions of data points begin to construct the realest fake world technology can offer.

It might be a typical city street, chock with pedestrians. It might be a lush alien jungle full of natural threats, or it might be a featureless desert that could've passed for Oz were it not for the looming gas giant taking up half the horizon. The possibilities are endless.

The only thing that isn't up for debate is that it's time to practice trading blows with another metahuman and your assigned partner is this humongous newcomer.


(Final prompt can be a cooperative training exercise rather than a 1 v 1 if you'd prefer!)
muroieda: (. innocent)

[personal profile] muroieda 2017-05-27 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
During the pronounced silence, Junkrat doesn't seem to steep in it at all. His eyes keep darting between Fareeha and Mako rapidly, a steadfast grin plastered onto his face as he waits for one of them to make the first move.

He nearly makes a startled jump when Roadhog finally thrusts out his hand. Junkrat stares at it for a moment with a quirked eyebrow, but then they fold in and make a small wave as he performs an animated eye roll, clearly dissatisfied with what Mako is willing to offer.

"Oh, come off it."

His spirit isn't dampened for long, because that grin comes back and his prosthetic arm leaves its perch around Fareeha's shoulders. In a quick movement in which she wouldn't have time to see, much less prepare for, Junkrat pushes a forceful shove into the small of her back to send her directly into Roadhog's expansive stomach.

"Give 'er one of yer world-famous hugs, Hoggo!"

If Roadhog was ever famous for hugs, it'd be for having crushed ribcages crushed with his strength alone. This, however, is not a rib-crushing context, and more of a 'hugs the way Junkrat knows them' context.
Edited 2017-05-27 08:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2017-05-27 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It's awkward, but endurable, and when he puts his hand out Fareeha is reaching her hand out as well. She's not here to cause trouble (although idly wondering what Roadhog would think about her if he learns about her involvement in the Army and Helix, if Junkrat hasn't told him already). She even offers him a genuine smile.

But then Junkrat seems unhappy with the proceedings and before she has a chance to figure out why, the weight on her shoulders shifts to her back and she's propelled forcefully into Roadhog's ample belly. It's too quick to compensate and even though she does get both hands before her, there's still a wet slap against his skin as she gets a face full of it.

The idea of receiving a hug from someone who's been as lukewarm about her arrival as anything else wasn't a pleasant though in and of itself, and that coupled with his reputation and sheer size definitely makes her balk.
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[personal profile] muroieda 2017-05-28 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
There are stars in his eyes as the whole thing goes down. His fists are balled up in excitement as he watches Fareeha hit the solid wall of flesh that Roadhog is, then sinks further into him, enveloped in arms thicker than any tree in Junkrat's simulated Outback.

The air is filled with his delighted giggling when her feet get lifted off of the ground in Roadhog's animated, over-the-top embrace, going far beyond the call of duty as far as Junkrat is concerned. He has the feeling that he is just playing it up for Junkrat's sake, but there's something to be said for trying to get some kind of bond started through forcing them to contact. After all, he knows that Roadhog comes off as generally unapproachable with, well, almost everyone, so it's important to show Fareeha that there's nothing really to fear with him. Junkrat may be the more approachable one, what with his social nature and all, but Roadhog can be a good friend too!

With gleeful weightlessness in his step, he gleefully hops over to meet the difference in that quarter turn so that he can stand directly in front of Roadhog and behind Fareeha. He leans in and wraps his own arms around Roadhog's to trap Fareeha in a veritable Junker sandwich, and even though his arms don't have enough length to wrap around both Fareeha and Roadhog's bulk, that doesn't mean he doesn't try his best. With a snaggletoothed smile, he nuzzles the soft black hair on the back of Fareeha's head, a throaty little chuckle finding its way out from him, seeming quite content to stay like this for a moment.

Both his wife and his best friend are getting along!
Edited 2017-05-28 22:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2017-05-29 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
A mix of surprise and embarrassment and an utter shattering of pride, but she's doing her best to maintain her composure. It's not easy - especially the way Roadhog brings her into said hug before she's got a chance to fully extricate herself from his gut. Her arms are pinned to her sides, elbows digging in against ribs, and suddenly she's airborne and mere inches from his face. She tries to give him a decent smile, but it's very slightly pained.

Then he spins her and starts to set her down and she thinks maybe she'll be free from this hot, sweaty prison soon, but then there's Junkrat sidling up behind her and, as sweet as that would be on its own, in this particular situation just marked her with mild irritation.

Neither of them were actively trying to kill her, though, so she'd keep her complaints to herself and just endure it. It couldn't possibly last much longer ... could it?
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[personal profile] muroieda 2017-05-29 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah! Of course, of course."

Junkrat backs off, not one drop dampened by being broken off from the group hug. As far as he's concerned, what just transpired was a good development, even though all of the involved parties might not be on the same page. Ignorant of the energy in the air, Junkrat bounces over to his barbie and slams his hands against the top of the iron lid. "All roight! Now that we've got introductions out of the way, who's hungry fer some barbecue?!"

Junkrat starts shrugging out of his jacket, and once he gets it off there's a beat of hesitation while he looks over to the two beat-up lawn chairs perched in front of his camper.

"Holy dooley," he comments. "I'm actually gonna have ta furnish this place fer three people now! Huh--that's a first. Ah, no worries, I'll stand fer now!" he decides quickly, hanging up his jacket on the shattered rear view mirror on the Type-2. "We can work on the modifications when we're done eatin'. So!" He claps his hands together. "Wot's everyone in the mood for?!"
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2017-05-29 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
She's still trying her best to keep a decent expression, but it hurts to breathe and she feels sticky and itchy and drenched with sweat that isn't hers; it's a whole new kind of nightmare for her.

Eventually, though - and surprisingly by Roadhog's actions - it ends, and she's back on solid ground with the ability to pull forth a full breath of air. She takes advantage of that, and rakes her fingers through her hair to try and coerce it back into place.

Quietly preening herself, so to speak, she watches Junkrat and thinks about how right now she's really just in the mood for a shower. But, that would be impolite and she can manage a few hours, right?

"I'm game for whatever you cook up."
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[personal profile] muroieda 2017-05-31 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Kabobs!" Junkrat exclaims in agreement. A sudden thought interrupts his glee, and then it comes back with an untold force as he holds a finger up in the air, an invisible lightbulb going off over his head. "Kabobs!!!" he repeats, as if it were any change from the previous one.

He practically throws himself into the camper, and there's some mild rustling around that goes on for a minute or so before Junkrat comes out "empty-handed". He hops back in front of the grill once again, leaning down to lift one of the stainless steel wings up for counterspace, locking it into place, then opening the imposing hand-made barbie to get it fired up and let it warm up while he does the prep work, and both Roadhog and Fareeha get the best seats in the house to watch.

All of said prep inventory slowly starts getting unpacked from the bag at his hip. A bowl made out of what used to be some kind of vehicular components welded together, a knife that stands out from the rest of his equipment as being exceptionally well-maintained, and...a staining brush, all neatly laid out. Then comes out the blocks of fake chicken, a whole pineapple, a three-quarter full handle of spiced rum, a single habañero, a bag of brown sugar, a bundle of scallions, two thick stocks of raw sugarcane--Junkrat looks at Fareeha and waggles his brow at her as he puts it down on the counter.

He's an exceptionally fast worker--while he ceaselessly chatters about whatever comes to mind--starting first with the jerk paste, pulling unlabelled spices from the rack hanging off the grill and not even bothering to measure just how much he's putting in, but it's anything but haphazardly thrown together. Not for one moment does it seem like Junkrat is anything but completely in control of what he's doing, even if it's at a blisteringly fast pace. You might not even notice that he dips his finger directly in the sauce to taste-test it in the process.

It makes for an entertaining show. If there was one thing that rivalled Junkrat's passion for explosions, it was cooking.

A few minutes later, exactly one dozen kebabs, skewered with sugarcane spears, are on the grill, filling immediate area with a smoky, sweet-spicy smell. Junkrat tidies up his workspace by gathering the trimmings of the pineapple into the spent bag of brown sugar, ties it off, and then spins a 180 as he pitches it into the distance with a high-pitched grunt, quickly covering his ears with his hands.

Aaaaaaaand...

BOOM!

Garbage successfully incinerated! Junkrat cackles as the area where the land mine used to be is momentarily obscured by red earthen dust.
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2017-05-31 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Fareeha settles herself in the remaining chair, perched on the end with her fingers lightly interlocked, elbows on knees. While there's still a part of her - and will be, for a while, that's acutely aware of the new presence, she chooses to focus on Junkrat. He certainly offers his own little brand of entertainment; it's intriguing watching him move at such speeds and with something of a haphazard precision.

And for a moment she looses herself in it and smiles. He was infectious in his enthusiasm. The she remembers it's three of them now and she shouldn't be so standoffish. She settles back in the chair and looks over to Roadhog as Junkrat works his magic.

"What do you think of the Legion, so far?" Hopefully a fairly innocuous question. The boom i the distance grabs her attention, snapping her head in that direction and tensing, rising an inch out of her chair before realizing what's happened. Okay, not intruders, or some poor Legion staffer that got lost. She tries to settle back like nothing happened.
Edited 2017-05-31 08:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] muroieda 2017-06-01 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Junkrat spins around on the ball of his foot and, upon seeing Roadhog's thumbs up, takes an animated bow, arm up in the air behind him and everything.

"Just got here," Junkrat elects to elaborate on Roadhog's behalf. "Couldn't stand bein' without his beloved boss fer long enough ta stick around fer the seminar."

He leans in Roadhog's direction and gives him a wink, sticking out a little bit of a cheeky tongue.
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2017-06-10 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He's the first person Fareeha has met, so far, that was dragged in and opted not to join. She regards him curiously until Junkrat adds his note on the matter, and while she doubts that't the entirety of it, she doesn't push further.

"Well, in any case, welcome."
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[personal profile] muroieda 2017-06-13 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
In response to the thumbs down, Junkrat's smile never fades--he just cheekily sticks out his tongue at him, even though he's already turned away to get into the camper.

"He's still gotta get used to this place," he elaborates, pulling in his tongue and looking at Fareeha without any damper on his mood. "Just got here two days ago. I took the job as soon as they offered it 'cause I almost always do, but Roadie's gotta make sure he can trust them. Although I reckon it'll come down to boredom rather than trust--not like he can do a whole lot of his typical hobbies on this ship."

In the time he's been talking, Roadhog comes out with two sets of tinnies and places one on his workspace.

"Ah, cheers mate."

He picks it up with his prosthetic hand, simultaneously holding it and pulling back the tab to crack it open. He takes a swig of it--despite being beer, it's chilled to perfection to be satisfyingly refreshing in this heat.
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2017-06-14 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is a lot to get used to."

Fareeha, certainly, is out of her element as she watches Roadhog up and disappear into the camper. Not a talkative type, and hard to read. Definitely going to be a challenge, but one she's going to have to take carefully given his friendship with Junkrat; she can't afford to piss him off.

Also she probably wouldn't survive pissing him off.

She looks at the beer in her face, then up at Roadhog as she accepts it and pops it open.

"Thanks."
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[personal profile] muroieda 2017-06-16 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
Junkrat freezes up at the demand, lowing his can and glancing over at both of them. He looks at Fareeha first, then Roadhog, then back at Fareeha. Huh, what an awfully affectionate way to 'haze' the new girl...

She really must be making a good impression on him so far, even if she hasn't figured out how to talk to him. Or at him, as is the case sometimes. Junkrat barks out laughter and practically hops out from behind the grill, hobbling up to Fareeha and switching the can to his full arm so he can hold it out toward her, elbow out, in invitation to skull it with arms intertwined.
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2017-06-16 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes her a moment to figure out what he means; she hasn't ever heard that particular phrasing of it. Once the realization hits, though, she doesn't seem too worried by it, and pops her beer in anticipation.

Then Junkrat's laughing and coming over and offering to do it together. Sure, why not? It's not like this will be hard.

She stands, links her arm with his, and gives him a od before expertly throwing her beer back.
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[personal profile] muroieda 2017-06-17 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
With perfect synchrony Junkrat too throws his own back, pounding it down like only a man who grew up in a desert would know how. It's gone in less than a handful of seconds, but when he finishes he doesn't pull down his own arm--

Because Fareeha is still working on hers.

Junkrat glances at his own can but keeps his arm in place as to avoid yanking her drink from her mouth, and he has a bit of a consolatory, sheepish smile on his face--that has trails of beer running down the sides of his mouth.

"Well...s'pose I had a head start alre--"

He gets interrupted by his own belch--quickly laughing it off. "Beg pardon!"