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ARCHIVED AND JUNKRAT MOVED

//This blog is officially archived. I moved junkrat to my multimuse. Please if you still want to interact with him or me, like this post or the pinned post. I will follow you or send you a message. See ya!

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Normal about him :]

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Jamison gives a wide smile seeing that the other was enjoying being there too. Before answering he savored another piece of hot dog again. Drinking some tea boba.

"Usually these festivals are places organized by a community and such. They don't have much support from the city hall and such. That's why they are quite small. But that's good I think. It's made to have fun, not to sell products or a brand."

He attacks a little of each food this time. Then he drink his tea. Usually he ate like a man in a hurry. But since he was in company he didn't want the other to see him as a glutton. So Jamie held back a little. "Which attraction do ya want to go to first? I definitely want to go on the ferris wheel. I love seeing everything from up there!"

“Absolutely! I wish they had more space for everything, though. That way it wouldn’t be so cramped.” Niran remarked as he grabbed one of the large cups of boba and started drinking.

“And the food is amazing! Just looking at everything you got makes my mouth water.”

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Jamison looked at her with surprise but relief at the same time. She seemed to be taking the situation lightly. Which was good. The two didn't need to turn this new information into something too dramatic or too serious. Getting to know each other was the best idea.

"Uh... sure! But my quirk is quite dangerous... so yes let's go to a safer place. I know a vacant lot that is perfect for this. It's at the back of my friend's arcade shop. Come with me, it's not far. A few minutes on foot. In the meantime we can talk better." He gets up pay the check and left the tea boba shop. Signaling with his hand for the redhead to follow him.

"So are you a hero or just a regular job?"

Dei nodded in agreement. It was true that tattoos could hold much more meaning than a scribble on paper. If she was honest with herself, she had been thinking about then since the markings had shown up on her skin.

"You designed it? How sweet! I always thought it was rather charming. Remind me to thank your friend later. Maybe I can ask him to do one on me. I have one in mind that might mean something in time. Granted, you would have to have it too, if that's alright. We can decorate my -pretty body- together, hm?" She teased, a small smirk appearing on her face. Too cute.

The short Irish woman leaned forward on the table, tilting her head with interest.

"Let's get to know each other then. Can I see your quirk? I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," she giggled. "Though, perhaps we should do 'Show and Tell' -not- in a Boba shop, Hero."

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Junkrat drawing himself

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"Alright. Give me a tick. I'll be right back." It didn't take Jamison long to go to the boba tea stall. He brought two large cups of strawberry-fruit flavored tea boba back to the table. "Here, choose whichever ya prefer. There's fruit juice and strawberry flavor." He finally sits down to finally enjoy eating that feast.

"So what do you think of the festival? Cool huh? After eating we can look at other attractions if ya want."

“Oh there’s boba? Get me some of that then, please.” Niran said as he still sat at the table with the food that Jamison brought with him. “And as for anything else, I think I’m fine for now, thank you.”

He gave him a smile as he finally started eating the piece of funnel cake in his hands.

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He was silent listening to Lúcio tell a little about his life. The junker was amazed that the DJ also chose to be a criminal like him. Well, not exactly like him. After all, his motives were not as noble as the musician's. But still he began to see Lucio differently. In a more equal way.

Once they reached the basement Jamison looked at the place with admiring eyes. "Oh it's so huge! It really looks appropriate for a party or event! This would be a great place for an arena too! That's how we have fun in JunkerTown. We create great robotic armor and fight for who will be the champion! I was a mechanic once and it was so much fun to create robots, armor for the fights! If ya shows up in Australia I'll try to show you how it's works! But we'll have to sneak in since I was kicked out from there." He gave an embarrassed smile. Unlike Lucio he was hated in his hometown.

"Thanks I'm really thirsty. I'll get a soda then." He took the offered drink. Then he just smile when he saw his little statue in a special place in the other's atelier.

"Ya are really something ya know? When I first heard your music... a feeling of pure energy flowed over me." He leaned against one of the walls and opened the soda can and drank some. "It cheered me up when no one else could. It gave me hope. Sorry the silly talk... but it's like finding that your little hero isn't perfect either and even like ya a little bit... It's comforting somehow. I even thought that ya were those snooty musicians. So I was prepared to be rejected right way. Yet here we are... ya just accepted me. Heh... ya are amazing."

He gave Lucius a sincere smile. So different from the maniacal smile he show on the battlefield. But for the DJ he gave a more honest one.

“Born and raised here, never once left— well besides be called to help at the Overwatch unit for a little backup.” Lucio as explained about it. “But not always this classy cool guy from my days.” As the DJ told more about it, both walked pass a wall with a poster suppose to belong to Vishkar, sprayed painted. “This place would of been under much trouble by him. A promised turn into a lie, everyone here would of suffered. So— May had broken into Vishkar company, stole back my dad’s equipment, and now here I am!!”

Skates around Jamison a bit, “Can sort of think in a way, a criminal but a choice to help the people.” As Lucio sees it, there wasn’t any other options could of done, and chosen that particular one. Making more down to pull out his remote to open up his underground door. Lights turning on, “Welcome to the underground where everyone gathers! Usually pull for events, or festivals!”

Going up the stairs, “As well a little training ground!” Continues onwards where his studio is at, going up to one of the empty spaces he has to put the gift Jamison made on it. A great view can see, “a perfect spot!”

“Have a seat, will set up the speakers!” Before he done so, look over. “Anything to drink too! Have some energy drinks, juice, water, soda- you name it!”

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Jamison's gaze went from that hand that touched his shoulder so gently to Aizawa's eyes. The other does not need to say that to him. Honestly, many didn't even bother and the blonde understood and just obeyed. But Aizawa did and that made him see his supervisor a little differently. Then he gave a small smile and walked away.

"Heh, I don't think I'm the best guy for ya to put your faith in. Yet I'm here boss, and I'll help and protect ya from anything alright? I'm ready. But I need to wear something before no? Going in a suit I don't think is a good idea..."

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Aizawa noticed the change in expression, he'd seen the exact same reaction, the radiating self doubt, the second guessing in both his students and his own reflection, in most cases he would have been as firm as he was notorious for, telling the other to suck it up and get back on the horse, but now wasn't the time for tough love. He sighed and clasped a hand onto the others shoulder, giving it a reassuring and affirming squeeze. "Hey...you can do it...I have faith in you."

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"Hmm I don't think they do from what I've seen here… but I think they have tea boba? Do ya like it? It's one of my favorites and I was thinking of getting some. But if ya don't like it I'll bring water anyway." He got up to go get them drinks.

"Besides the drink, do ya want anything else?"

Niran observed that Jamison was indeed right. No drinks were provided in the lineup. As he picked up a piece of funnel cake, he looked back at the other man before him.

“Hmm...I wonder if there’s a vendor that has different kinds of teas.” He said. “If not, watter will go wonderfully. Thank you.”

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"Because I'm a negotiator. It's my job, don't mind too much about it." He smirked at the other. Carefully watching every action the other made. But still looking pretty sloppy in his way. As if he wasn't taking this very seriously.

"And yes I was alerted to your slight refusal to join us. But understand that in difficult times like these... we need the best on our side. We've only heard very interesting things about you." Jamison didn't dare say more than that. He didn't want to piss off Hanzo any more than he should.

"Tell me what you want most? I'm not talking about money. I know you've had that and literally abandoned it to follow your own interests. So I know very well that's what you don't want. Just try to say, maybe Talon can. Honestly it's almost impossible for us not to do it."

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Jamison tilts his head to the side a little curious at that simple answer. Usually people had longer answers or even ignored him. That reaction wasn't typical so it was natural for Junker to be a bit confused.

"Oh yeah! Silly of me… sorry. I'm Jamison Fawkes but people call me Junkrat. Call me what ya want I don't particularly care." He handed over a letter that had his name on the back.

"Angie asked me to deliver this to you. Ya know… the pretty blonde angel? She said ya guys know each other. So if I meet ya I should deliver this. I didn't think being an overwatch agent make me a homing pigeon… but well… work is work, right?"

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Dr. Jamison stared in some disbelief at the woman in front of him. But he looked up and saw some storm clouds approaching. Though he didn't care much for manners, he ultimately thought it would be a bit rude to leave her there. He sighed, rubbing his temples in defeat.

"Urgh... I don't care what happens to your dress or to you... but I'm going to let you in eventually, aren't I? Alright, just until the rain stops. Then I'd like you to leave. Do you have the nerve to approach my castle and I admire that about you... but in the end I don't like company. So please don't make me change my mind."

He opened the door for her still a little uncertain. But in the end he gave in.

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"Do you need anything my lady? Sorry to ask… because it's a bit late at night for me to receive visitors at my castle door…" //from my Junkenstein verse for Canticum Tenebris.

"It's quite early for me, my dear. But if you don't mind, it looks like it might rain soon and I would much rather not get this dress soaked."

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When he felt Kiwa's head rest against his shoulder. Jamison's eyes widened and he looked confused at his friend. Despite their friendship, he really wasn't used to sudden touches. His face burned with embarrassment and their fingers twitched on their knees. However, he made no move to walk away. He wanted to comfort Kiwa in the end.

"Ah, there are people who are just like that! Ya know, the queen of JunkerTown is the most stubborn person I've ever seen! To this day, she hunts me down because I stole something from her and hasn't given up until today! Well, it's not the best example... but anyway .." The blonde coughed a little trying to compose himself.

"Isn't there a way for ya to help indirectly? Like what kind of jobs do they do? Pretend to be a client and hire them maybe? That way in the end ya would be helping, without them knowing of course."

❥ Kiwa was quick to take the seat next to Jamison, but let out a small sigh as she thought on his initial suggestions. They were good suggestions— and things she’d actually already thought of and tried. Her parents were just as stubborn as she was… which was probably where she picked up that personality trait. Shion ended up with quite the stubborn nature too. Everyone in that house certainly did have strong personalities…

“I did try to offer… they flat out refused any money to help,” another sigh— this one mildly annoyed at their antics. Being stubborn was fine and all, but there was a time and a place! (Hypocritical? A little, but Kiwa just loved her parents too much to let their pride get in the way of their happiness.) One final sigh was a little more dramatic as she flopped her head over onto her friends shoulder.

“I love them, but god damn. Stubborn as bulls, the both of them..”

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Jamison covered his ears when Trunks' scream rang out, drawing the zombies' attention. He then widened his eyes in astonishment as he saw the young one approach him. "Holy shit! Ya really know how to scream huh? I figured ya'd do other things... but that'll do."

The creatures just slowly saw where they were. Jamison didn't look scared. On the contrary, a wide smile showed on his face. Somehow he even seemed to be enjoying himself. "At my signal ya fly as high as you can. Don't worry about me I'll fly away too. By the way..." Jamison winks at him before a small detonator appears in his hand. "I hope ya like fireworks."

The undead creatures were a few feet away Jamison yelled. "Now!" He threw several mine under his feet and climbed as high as he could. Firing the red detonator button in his hand. The click activated several explosives. That were trapped inside the ruined building that was directly above the horde.

It could only hear the explosions like a domino effect. And the heavy structures falling little by little, crushing everything below. "Ha! Take this bunch of butchers! Well done kiddo! Now let's get out of here, and I'll come with ya as promised, hehe!"

“Huh..a trap?” He spoke out with curiosity, the people around them were being hunted and feasted on like cattle and this individual was devising a trap?! He was..probably smarter beyond all things he’s seen right now, to have been so calm amidst the chaos. So Trunks saw no reason to doubt him. “Alright, we’ll do it your way, but then we’ll go and rendezvous with the others.

The spiky blond then sheathes his sword and stands at the center of town, the other advises that he should simply gather them up in one area..whilst Trunks did not know what the man plans to do but the other seemed rather confident in himself. “If all I have to do is gather them in one spot..” He spoke out loud as he wondered how he would do that.

Taking in everything he’s seen thus far, these things seem to respond to sounds, they don’t seem intelligent…just acting on basic instinct now that he’s gotten the few seconds to observe them. “Sound that’s it! HAAAAAH!!!!” A mighty yell echoes through the area, Trunks’ energy rising and all of the undead within the immediate area heed his call, ignoring the scraps, leaving those unfinished to die a gruesome death all in the oppurtunity to hunt something new..something loud. Ugh, these things just made him sick to his stomach. 

“This plan of yours better work..” Spoke Trunks as he hops back landing right next to the rather unexpected ally. “Here they come.”