Peace and Blessings Be Upon You [Junkrat (also Open!)]

He'd been spending more time here as of late.

It was partly because he needed to stock up on ammunition and explosives, but it was also the only place he felt any sort of safety and comfort. He was already an anxious mess on a good day, the nuclear blast that had wiped out LA had just exacerbated the problem ten fold, and now he felt too shaken and nervous to leave his workshop aside from meetings and missions. He didn't know if anyone really noticed anyway, aside from Ansell and Lucio, who had been the only two he ever let inside.

He was in the process of finishing up a few schematic sketches when he heard a sound from the door, "wot...Uh..." That voice, there was no way...He slid from his seat as he approached the door, tripping the switch that slid it open, "Who...Zenyatta?!" He could only stand flabbergasted a moment before looking around, "yer lookin' fer me? Wot...How did yew find me?!" Distress? How did Zenyatta know he was in distress, "Who yew been talkin' to, mate?" He was more than a little confused, but also more than a little glad to see the Omnic he'd actually gotten close to during his stay in Nepal, "Uh...Come in?" He stepped back to let him in, ignoring the confused and slightly concerned expression that crossed Winston's face.

Zenyatta seemed to have a very easy answer to everything, life's little problems, the universes mysteries, and sometimes how he knew where to find people in distress. "I was informed you had an implant given to you by your arresting officers; it was meant to keep track of you in Nepal, but it activated once more, apparently due to stress," he said in his usual calm tone. He floated on in and looked around the workshop curiously. "I see you have been quite productive." He glanced to the corner where Ansell had built himself a makeshift wall to hide.

"I have not told anyone of your location, be at ease; I simply wished to know if there was anyway I might help. The news of LA has not gone unnoticed by those of us of the Shambali," he said a frown creaping into his tone. "It is a tragedy, and I recalled you were among those caught in the blast of the Outback, I believed it only right to seek you out." He gave a nod.

He tilted his head. "How are you, Jamison?" he inquired in earnest. This machine had come half-way around the world just to ask him how he was doing.

This was too weird. His eyes widened a bit when he mentioned an implant, patting himself over and looking concerned, "implant?! They're trackin' me?" It was more than a little concerning, where was it implanted? Why hadn't he been told? Did they know where he was now? He paused his paranoid fumbling when Zenyatta mentioned stress, letting out a bitter laugh, "yeh thas' one word for it." Though it was also an understatement, he'd been losing sleep and too worried to eat. He looked around and chuckled, "Yeh, I'm one'a th'good guys now! There's so much shit goin' on...I gotta be ready to go..." Liar. You've only been working to take your mind off of everything else.

It was like Zenyatta read his mind when he brough LA up, he sighed and looked fidgety, more twitchy than usual as of late, "yeh it's...It's really fucked me up mate...Th'day it happened...One'a those horrible sirens blared for so long...an' I just fuckin' lost it." He remembered that, it hadn't been the first time he'd ever freaked out, but it was the first time he'd ever completely shut down and panicked like that.

He scratched a hand through his patchy hair when the omnic asked if he was okay, shaking his head, "no...I ain't okay. Everyone's shaken up but they know how t'deal with this shit. I don't...An' they expect me t'be at me best an' I jus' ain't..." It was easy for them, they hadn't lived through that, they didn't spend every day living with the lingering effects of growing up exposed to radiation and a deteriorating mind. He cleared his throat and tried to smile, "hey uh...yew want me t'show yew around th'base?" He needed to walk, it was easier to talk that way.

"No one is tracking you, I disabled it as soon as I saw it's location, worry not, no one knows your location," he said with a tilt of his head. Well seemed Zenyatta was looking out for him, any number of law agencies could have seen that but it pinged the right person first. "I was told you were informed and consented to the procedure, I am saddened to hear you were not." His voice managed to frown where he himself could not. "I see that, the people you are with I recall as heroes from the Overwatch organization; I am proud to see you in such a place." he offered his fist to Junkrat, awaiting a bump in return. He'd learned this from a student of his.

Hearing how he'd fallen apart the omnic made a noise. "Perhaps I might teach you some ways to still a racing mind, if you are to assist in the aftermath you must be prepared." He nodded in a sagely manner. "These are grave times, ones which require soundness of mind and body. Discord must be balanced with Harmony."

"Have you spoken of this to those in command? It would be wise to inform them of your emotional state, if they expect so much of you then they should be prepared for some stumbling along the way," he offered as helpful advice. He reached a hand over and set it on Junkrat's shoulder. "Peace comes from within. You must channel the strengths you possess into that peace." At the offer to show him the base Zenyatta nodded. "I would be delighted."

Junkrat felt an immediate relief when Zenyatta said he'd disabled it, "thanks, mate." The last thing he wanted was for the authorities to find him, his snuffed and snuffled his foot, "I'm still a wanted man, until they figure out how t'clear me records." There had been talks of hacking, wiping his files, but he didn't know the extent of what they'd done, "yeh they weren't very kind t'me when they brought me there." He'd been rather roughed up and heckled by the time he arrived. His expression brightened a bit with amusement when Zenyatta held a fist out, and he didn't hesitate to bump his own metal fist into it, "yeh, didn't do too bad, eh?"

He let out a soft breath and nodded, rubbing the side of his head anxiously, "that'd be nice. Seems like that's all me mind does these days. Always racing, it's never quiet up there." Between the voices that whispered just out of his perception, and the thoughts, it was a wonder he managed the little sleep he did get, "I could use some harmony, mate, I really could..."

He shuffled in an uncomfortable way at the mention of telling anyone about it, shaking his head, "no, I don't want them t'regret bringin' me on board." He waved a hand for him to follow as he began to walk, "everyone already knows I'm crazy...I don't want 'em t'see how unstable I really am and send me off." How mortifying would that be? He didn't want anyone to know about the thing he heard, or saw, or the way he broke down. He was falling apart but that didn't mean they had to know, "I'm...Okay...I guess. Jus' gotta keep pretending I s'pose. They'd lock me in a loony bin if they knew some of the shit that went on upstairs." Maybe that's where he belonged.

"You've done most excellently," Zenyatta said with a calm nod. He put his hands back together in his usual manner, always at ease and peace but never with his guard down. It was strange how he could simultaneously be calm and ready for combat. He offered Junkrat a little glowing, yellow, metal orb, placing it in his hand. "Then perhaps you require a totem; it provides nothing but what you attach to it. Create a center, attach it to the physical and when you feel things drifting out of your control return to your center." He tilted his head. "Peace comes from within, but reminders to breath allow us to reconnect with that inner self."

Zenyatta let out the calmest of hums, the omnic shook his head. "You must trust that they stand by their judgement. You are as worthy to be here as anyone else. They believe that, you expressing weakness is not it's self a weakness." He put a finger up. "In fact in embracing it, you may find strength in it. Certainly those here have all fallen to their weaknesses in the past, but it is not the failure that matters but what is learned and improved" He followed Junkrat out into the facility once more. "As well not all battles must be fought alone. It seems this one is not one you might win through sheer ignorance of the fact. Surely there are people here who consider you worth help; who would give that if asked without hesitation."

Hush sat in the hanger at the helm of one of the transports, feet up on the console. He'd taken to spending a lot of time here since the bombing, he figured if Morrisson decided to be too much of a pain, he could just take Athena and anyone else that wanted to get out of there and go. As he polished off his rifle there was a ping on the console. "What is it Athena?" He asked, he'd had the AI make a few upgrades to the ship's system, including a rudimentary tie to the bases cameras and security.

"Someone or something just arrived at the base. They don't appear to be a threat, but they are Omnic." The AI said from a small screen on the wall. "Not sure if Whiskey or Morisson have picked up on them yet, but you might want to check it out." The sniper sighed and nodded, standing up and linking his wrist nav to the console and allowing Athena to jump back into his systems. Making his way off the ship, he grabbed a hand gun he kept tucked away by the door, smaller and easier to maneuver with than his rifle. He made his way through the halls of the base until he found the Omnic with Junkrat.

"Step, er, float away from the Australian and state your business here." He said, holding the pistol level with the floating robot. "Don't try anything funny and no one gets hurt. Understand?"

Junkrat's expression became interested, and puzzled, when Zenyatta held the orb out to him, looking it over with a curious gaze as he listened to the wise truths from the bot that was five years younger, but seemed to be one hundred years wiser, "a totem, eh? Maybe that will help...I ain't never been th'best at this stuff..." He chuckled and looked down, "never did get any better at meditatin'..." He always found himself fidgeting and twitching far too much, his mind never seemed still enough for it, "wouldn't mind givin' this a try though." Anything to help this awful feeling that seemed to be hanging over him.

He did find himself comforte by the omnic's words, he was right wasn't he? They wouldn't cast him out just because he had a moment of weakness, "I dunno wot improvement can come from what's been eatin' me...I jus'...I think about the people prob'ly sufferin' because of wot 'appened in La...And I knew how horrific surviving that is..." He looked to the side, "I don't want anyone else t'suffer that way...But wot kin I do t'help?" He made messes, he didn't clean them up, and how do you clean up a mess like this? No army in the world could clean up the Outback, and it was relatively small.

When Hush approached, Junkrat immediately went on the defensive, he'd never gotten along with Hush, and that disdain only deepened when the man pulled a gun on Zenyatta. His defensive gaze turned into a hostile glare as he stoo full height and stepped in front of the omnic, growling, "don't yew dare point a gun at this omnic." He stepped closer, so that he was within an inch of the weapon, "Zenyatta is my friend. 'Es here because I called him." That was a lie, or it was sort of, Zenyatta had come because he'd been alerted to his distress, so really, he had called to him.

"Meditation takes practice, as with all things in life; remember to start with breath, and focus on emptiness. It is not so easy, and takes many a year to fully master," he replied to Junkrat with that pleasant smiling tone. Even without facial expressions, Zenyatta seemed to be able to emote quite easily. "This will help, meditating is easier when one starts at their center. I will show you how to use the totem, perhaps later." He tilted his head, hands resting on his knees. "There is no shame in admitting you need help."

The omnic motioned around the base. "This is what you are doing; you do not have to do this alone, you are now part of a team. Just by being here, doing what they asked you are helping those who suffer. I am sure they will have many tasks for you, all of which lead to efforts to combat this new crisis," he offered with his usual wise understanding. "You have lived in such a nightmare, use that dark experience to provide aid to your team. I am sure you will find that even in these small actions your impact is felt." He gave Jamison a gentle pat on the shoulder. Zenyatta was actually shorter than the man but because he was floating he was at perfect height to comfortably converse.

"Greetings, I am Tekhartha Zenyatta, I am a traveling guru of the Shambali; Jamison is correct, I am here because of his call," he said with a calm air to him. He offered his hands out. "I am unarmed, and have no intentions of as you say "funny business" I am simply here to offer my spiritual guidance to my former pupil. You will find I an Overwatch have had other indirect connections, Genji Shimada was also a student of mine."

Hush sighed as Junkrat got in between the two of them. "I'm not here to hurt anyone." He said, lowering the pistol and tucking it into a holster behind his back. "I picked up a signal someone had just walked onto the base and wanted to check it out. We've all been a bit...on edge since Hollywood." He looked between Junkrat and the Omnic. "I'm not gonna hurt anybody Jameson, you can back down. I know about the Shimbali and I know he's not a threat, I just had to be sure. The scanners only picked up Omnic, not Tekhartha Zenyatta." He stepped around Junkrat and bowed his head to the Omnic. "I apologize, I did not mean to threaten you, I saw your name in a few files, but the pictures were with held for security reasons. You might want to yet Morrisson or one of his little inner circle know you're here though. I'm sorry again for my intrusion." He said, before turning and heading back to the hanger.

Junkrat chuckled and looked thoughtful, "I never had trouble with th'breathin' part...It was the emptying that I couldn't do..." It was hard to empty a mind that was so overstuffed that it was overwhelming sometimes, he chuckled and looked over the orb, "thanks, mate." He let out a breath and looked to the side, "I do need a lot of help...I'm crackin' under all this..." Maybe Zenyatta could help though, he'd helped him in Nepal, surely he could help again?

It didn't take long for him to relax when Hush lowered his weapon, "sorry...I jus'...He's me mate..." He ducked down when the immediate thread was gone, coming to stand back beside the omnic instead. It was weird seeing this man act with respect, but he supposed someone like Zenyatta deserved it, "no hard feelins, mate! We'll go let Jack know!" He poked his tongue out, "thanks fer keepin' us safe Hushie-poo!" He turned back to Zenyatta and chuckled, "That was Hush, he's...uh...Well we go back a bit." He laughed, shaking his head, "he's right though, we ought to let someone in charge know yer 'ere." He looked around with a thoughtful face, "I bet a lot of people could use someone like yew t'talk to...Yew should meet Lucio!" He grinned wide, clearly eager to let Zenyatta meet the man who'd all but taken his heart.

Zenyatta nodded. "I forgive you, and understand, I should have mentioned my coming;" he offered as he looked from Rat to Hush. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Hush." He then looked to Junkrat and hummed in thought. "Then we will have to get some plaster to men them." He said it without missing a beat, moving swiftly on. "What is cracked is not broken, at very least."

"Jack Morrison, ah yes, the Strike Commander, however I was under the impression he was no longer alive?" The robot had to inquire as it was common knowledge Jack was dead. He tilted his head and opened his arms. "I am willing to aid in any needs of the soul, or the mind. Lucio, I recognize this name, he wouldn't happen to create electronic music?" Who hadn't heard of Lucio? "I find his means and his goals very admirable, peace through music is a wonderful idea." People uniting for any reason did please Zenyatta. The omnic set his hands on his knees. "It would be an honor to meet him."