Junkrat Roleplay Blog

There were several possibilities of what could have been happening. This man could be a murderer which Junkenstein just happened across at the wrong time and place. The scene could even be the other trying to help save someone- which was unlikely given that the body was tossed so suddenly. Blood as red as wine streaked down the other’s chin as he went on to try and salvage whatever he could but only served to make things worse. Or perhaps better as Junkenstein had genuinely stumbled upon him by accident though the initial shock and horror was contorting with morbid curiosity.  “I’m thinking you just killed someone,” which was still very much the main spark behind the horror that lingered within the doctor. His head nodding ever so slowly as if trying to spin it somehow in a positive light or to maybe fight off the urge to try and save the victim but with the amount of blood everywhere and how thick the scent of it was, they were surely past saving. The body stayed on the floor as Junkenstein wasn’t sure what to expect if he were to turn his attention back to the presumed corpse. Would he be attacked if he adverted his attention for even a second? Maybe. He needed to access the situation more to determine his next move. “…I won’t tell anyone about this if that’s a concern of your’s. I can even help dispose of the body but I have a few… Concerns of my own. Namely, if this isn’t a feeding, what did I just walk in on?”