#shyscraps

He has to think about it for a moment. Zirzir’s afraid. His initial reaction is to scoff, which he does, but he doesn’t laugh or tease like he normaly would. No... Does he? Believe Zirzir? It’s a very unwelcome thought.

He turns around, goes to the door and makes sure it’s locked... and puts a mine on it... and then sets up his bear trap near it for good measure.

Luckily the rest of that side of the room is sealed nicely. No windows or anything. Junkrat now turns back to Zirzir, a confused look on his face. “Wanna... help me put traps down? Then we c’n go hide out in New Junkertown.” He offers a slightly forced grin. “Who wouldda guessed this iteration has... Cool hidey spots?”

[he scream at own ass] –bayushkibayu

Widow was scouting her enemy, trying to find more out as part of her mission. She kept a pistol hidden under her dress. The street fair wasn’t too terribly crowded. Omnics and humans walked around freely enjoying the music and games. Her eyes trained on her target. She didn’t notice the poor Omnic she bumped into. 

The graduate student coddled the tablet against her chest, eyes flicking left and right for potential respondents. The sidewalk cycled through new faces with each passing minute, the vast majority of people appearing too engrossed in their current activity for the researcher to humbly approach. 

In fact, her sample wasn’t representative at all--she’d only managed to obtain responses from humans, to her dismay.

In the midst of wondering if she somehow possessed some unconscious prejudice towards her mechanical brethren, she’d spotted an omnic who did not seem quite as busy as the others who’d passed her in the day. Perhaps they would be kind enough to help a poor grad student out?

“Um, excuse me!” Kiara scuttered towards the omnic after a brief moment to suppress any lingering shyness. “D-Do you have a moment to fill out a quick survey for me?” She motioned to her tablet, powered off due to lack of use.

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@shyscraps

[CLANK]

i love them and their zirzir, they were one of the first ppl willing to rp with me when i first started this blog and it means a lot that they were willing to take that chance on me!! its clear they care a lot abt their character, zirzir feels as fleshed out (... in a sense) to me than a lot of canon chars i see that im already familiar with

pats their face encouragingly. i hope the tough times pass, we’re all rooting for you

Red knew to keep a low profile, especially when doing ground work out in public. London was a different story entirely- he had to wait for the crowds to die down before he could even consider stepping out into the open, and even then it was late into the night before he felt comfortable enough scoping the area.

On the streets of King’s Row, he could tell that this wasn’t the hopeful and cheery atmosphere of Numbani. People gave him strange looks, and it was only after considering the location that he remembered how people felt about omnics.

Amused, but not deterred, he continued on his way and minded his own business. Memorizing and mapping out the area wasn’t too difficult, and nobody was bold enough to start anything with him.

But coming along towards the shopping district a little ways in, he overheard hushed voices of anger coming from the side of an old bar. Curious, he drew closer, stepping quietly before the source of the noise came into view.

Three men, younger than himself but older than teenagers, were standing beside an omnic and looked like they were trapping the unfortunate thing into place.

Zirzir looked up from where they were sitting. Someone was at the door… Oh no… Why was someone at the door? No one was ever at the door so for someone to be here now could only mean…

Did those people that wanted them scrapped find them finally? Oh no… They scrambled to their feet, staring at the door in silence for the longest time. Slowly they walked over, undoing all of the… ridiculous amount of locks they had for the door, opening it just a crack to see who was there.

Who they saw was relieving but… in a weird way. It wasn’t who they were worried about but it was still someone… rather intimidating. Scary.

“O-oh, uh… Why– what’re you d-doing here…?” Zirzir asked through the only mildly cracked open door.

Oh thank god they answered.