👑 Junkrat's on top! 🔥

[[greeter for @sombra-hackcomplete]]

[greeter for @23railguns]

Reggie was an odd one. Junkrat had read her file when she’d joined Overwatch - well, he’d skimmed it. He’d picked out the important details, at least. She’d been raised to destroy Omnics, it said. But she didn’t do it any more. She’d turned her back on that life, apparently.

That was the part he didn’t like. Omnics had no place in society, in Jamison’s eyes. He didn’t like her all that much, because of that.

[[greeter for @betterhealing]]

Jamison Fawkes did not trust doctors. There had been no doctors where he grew up, and few people trustworthy enough to help out with self-care.

The man before him wore the kind of coat that doctors wore. Those long white ones, with that symbol with the snake on the pole. He didn’t know why that was a symbol for doctors - most of the snakes he’d come across back home in Australia were potentially deadly.

Then again, so were doctors.

[[greeter for @sector-z-knd]]

Junkrat wasn’t quite sure what to make of these kids. Five of them, with homemade armour - but made from the kinda of materials that city people had access to, not the rough scrap and dead foliage he’d had at their age. From the looks of them, though, they had some fighting spirit in them. Not the desperate, wild fighting spirit that Junker children had, but definitely something substantial. Actually... There was something desperate there...

[[greeter for @spoonfullcfmurder]]

Jamison’s eyes darted over the woman who crossed his path, noting the burn marks that covered such a large portion of her body. He knew what burn scars looked like better than he knew what the back of his hand looked like - and he’d designed and crafted that hand himself.

“Guess we know who’s REALLY on top, don’t we?”