At the mischief.

“It is common in Japan,” Genji says with a shrug, “and it has been for a long time. You can go to many nice public baths there and my family had a private onsen.” He tugs off his helmet too with a grin. “And I’m not an omnic, simply someone who misplaced a few limbs.”

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Well, there are worst partners she’s been paired with. Angela remembered the time Jack had forced her to work with Gabriel. That was a nightmare.

It was still a nightmare when she saw him in a fight. He knew her weak points, and he wasn’t one of them now. And wasn’t that horrifying?

But this was someone new. Someone who was gangly and almost awkward. She was probably old enough to drive when he was brought onto this planet, wasn’t he? Gods, that made her feel old. Did he even know the point of all of this? Did he understand or care the way the older members did? Not everyone that joined them now fully understood the chaos the world had grown out of. How much had he seen, if anything?

Wait. Did he just comment on her height? She wasn’t that short, was she?!

No. Don’t let it get to you, Angela.

“The enemy won’t afford you the same courtesy,” she argued. “You’ll have to get over that mentality quickly, or it can and will get you hurt.”

He was tall, ridiculously so could she hate him for it yet? and she briefly wondered why anyone would think to pair them up when the difference was so great. It couldn’t possibly be a good start for him. Although, if he was hesitant to fight a woman, then perhaps she was the best bet. She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or offended...

Her lips twitched towards an amused grin. “Can you even reach me, or are you too tall? And the air must be quite thin up there.”

Lúcio felt himself being pulled to the earth. The pull brought butterflies into his stomach. It was rare that prayers pulled him down to the earth, but someone managed to pull him down. He landed on the ground or at least a statue of himself. He stood on the stone looking around for the person that called for him. He jumped down glowing so brightly and saw the human that was there.

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It was a lucky coincidence Junku had been out walking and exploring the new area that rainy day, with a colorful rainbow umbrella in hand and a pair of headphones hanging loosely around his neck blaring some sort of classical music to drown out the claps and roars of thunder miles above him. He was honestly all set to face the unforgiving weather. Junku nearly walks past a rickety old shack until something catches his attention. A voice, he swore he had heard a voice over his music!. Upon farther inspection, he notices the door was slightly ajar and from within he could hear the voice once again, it was a faint and quiet murmur as if the person was speaking to themselves.  Against his better judgment, Junku spins on his heel and peers inside. Of all people he expected to find, he was not expecting to see the curled up and shaking form of yet another Rat. How could he tell it was another Rat? Easy. The shock of sparse blond hair and missing limbs replaced with orange scraped together arm and a peg leg was a dead give away to who he was looking at. So peering down at his cowering alternate twin and with the distasteful sounds of rain pelting his umbrella, it didn’t take long for him to put two and two together. 

Without so much as a word or even a proper introduction, Junku shuts the door behind him, plops down beside this other Rat, and carefully wraps his good arm around the shivering Rat. He doesn’t pull away as the other flinches and jolts from his touch, but rather smiles and winks as the other stares up at him with a mix of shock and confusion. The staring contest doesn’t last forever because the other Rat presses into him to which he doesn’t hesitate to comfort his alternate twin. Junku lightly chuckles pulling the other closer to him and into a warm comforting side hug.

Between working on his music, getting to know his way around the people of Overwatch, getting to know the base he was staying at- very different from back home- helping out wherever he could, and keeping his less than legal habit a secret, Lucio was very busy during his first few months with the hero group. He almost couldn’t believe he’d been asked to joint at all. There was a lot to see, a lot to learn, and so many new people to meet! It was exciting. A little more organized and stiff than the DJ would have liked, but still exciting. It was definitely better run than the revolution against Vishkar had been. Orderly.

People like the Aussies helped keep things from being too orderly. Lucio had yet to actually approach, but he had admired from a distance. They were fun to watch and inspired some up beat sounds Lucio had started to play around with. When one of them went on a mission and the other stayed behind, Lucio noticed.

Scott NEEDED this vacation. His stresses were starting to eat at his core, wear him down, and he's not sure how much longer he would have been able to last without a break.

Sunny rays KISSED his skin, breathing life back into him after his uncomfortably long flight and the sluggish process of checking in to the hotel. The air was ocean fresh, strong breezes catching scents of street food and hollers of drunken aussies carrying across the pavement. First thing's first, he thinks; drinks.

He steps in to the nearest bar, patio open and deck packed, greeted by one of the servers as he swipes a seat at the bar next to a rather odd looking fellow, signalling the bartender over after a few tries. He orders some kind of Australian beer, and a shot of whiskey, ANXIOUS to feel the heat of the liquor in his limbs, and immediately knocks back both of them while catching glimpses of the tipsy locals. Specifically the one planted in the seat next to him.

He hasn't seen anyone like him before. The man was covered head to toe in dirt and SOOT, his wild hair looked as if it had been chopped at by a six year old, and he had a mean set of thick, bushy brows. Scott eyes the lanky man, curious to see how friendly aussies were.