Amnesia Plot

[riptire]

Junkrat and Roadhog have gotten overconfident, of late. When you've nicked the crown jewels of Great Britain and blown up an office complex in the middle of downtown Sydney, what can't you do? Why even believe in limits?

But luck does run out eventually. And there are corporations with secrets far more valuable than ceremonial relics, and far more dangerous than anything Hyde was hiding. Junkrat realizes far too late that they've met their match with these Vishkar nasties, as he watches Roadhog being dragged effortlessly away by the sleekest, highest-tech cop bots he's ever seen. He's powerless to stop them, but that doesn't mean he won't damn near die trying, giving chase and firing grenades indiscriminately left and right.

He hears a distinct hissing noise nearby as shrapnel punctures a tank, pays it no mind at all as he screams for his partner and hears no reply. He's still shooting as his vision begins to dim, pulling the trigger again and again on his empty grenade launcher as he slumps to the floor, and only when everything goes black does he finally fall silent.

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[synaesthesia_auditiva]

Lucio was downstairs in the small kitchen, standing in front of the stove and stirring something in a small pot, when he heard a thud and a yelp from upstairs. "Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!" he called out in alarm, not wanting his 'guest' to hurt himself further. Quickly, he turned the heat off the range before rushing to make his way up the stairs.

Once he saw the frightened man on the floor, Lucio knelt down to help him. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe here, I'm not gonna hurt you," he spoke to him gently, making sure his hands were in clear view to make it obvious that he wasn't a threat before he carefully moved closer to him. "I'm gonna help you back up onto the bed now. Just take it easy," he continued, then slipped his arm around the other's body to support him while they both rose to their feet.

[riptire]

Junkrat flails briefly at Lucio with the arm he still has, staring at him with slightly unfocused eyes. The gas has worn off, but he's at a complete loss for how to relate to this person trying to touch him, when he doesn't know--anything. He can't contribute the expected half of this conversation when there's nothing in his mind to offer.

He can't immediately process Lucio's words, but gradually, they filter through to his mind, and he relaxes minutely. He understands them. They're in a recognizable language.

"Yeah," he says numbly, his voice unconsciously adapting, echoing Lucio's accent, supplanting the Australian one he doesn't remember. "Okay."

He should have another arm, too. He feels unbalanced, in a way he hasn't felt in years.

"Where's--where's my leg?" That feels like the more important question.

[synaesthesia_auditiva]

Once he helped Junkrat to sit on the edge of the bed, Lucio sat beside him and watched as he seemed to be taking the situation in slowly. His confusion was understandable, but it seemed he'd forgotten things prior to whatever had happened at the factory. Lucio's gaze briefly fell to where his leg wasn't -- obviously not for a long time.

He had apparently forgotten things that had happened way prior to last night...

"Sorry," he began to answer, looking up to make eye contact with him now. "I don't know anything about that. I found you last night at a factory just outside of the city. I was actually hoping you could fill me in on some things, but it looks like you've got a lot of questions yourself." He didn't know how much he could answer, but he'd try his best to help him feel at least a little less lost.