Revolver Ocelot | Metal Gear Solid (
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jingle jangle jingle
[ If you're walking around the West Wing, you might hear some new footsteps; at least, if you're adept at that kind of thing. If not, it might be that ricocheting bullet bouncing off the walls and ceiling; narrowly missing your head.
Oh yes, we've got a skilled marksmen in the Campus now, and he goes by the name Revolver Ocelot. He waltzes into view, a smile upon his lips as he twirls the Colt Single Action Army around in his hand, doing all kinds of fancy tricks with it...
Finally, he replaces it back in its holster and spreads his arms. ]
Well now, I've never seen you before.
Oh yes, we've got a skilled marksmen in the Campus now, and he goes by the name Revolver Ocelot. He waltzes into view, a smile upon his lips as he twirls the Colt Single Action Army around in his hand, doing all kinds of fancy tricks with it...
Finally, he replaces it back in its holster and spreads his arms. ]
Well now, I've never seen you before.
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Although, he knew one man who could wield a colt with ease like a cowboy. A man who never missed.]
Really? I can say I have met you before, Ocelot. [Liquid's expression softened, as he greeted his old friend.]
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Boss, didn't think I'd meet you in this place. What a coincidence. [ He takes out the revolver again, spinning it about in his hand. ] Sorry about that bullet... These corridors are perfect for ricocheting shots in.
Had I known it was you, I wouldn't have fired, but you're a very skillful man... Just as I thought, you were able to avoid the bullet. That takes quite a lot of skill.
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Nor did I. This place looks like some kind of academy or school of sorts. A place I have to admit, I never thought I'd find myself standing within. One moment I have REX sitting beneath me, as I was in the cockpit, and the next, I am here. Strange isn't it? [Liquid narrowed his eyes at the corridor they were standing in then allowed his eyes to drink in Ocelot's frame.]
Of course I am skillful, otherwisee I would be dead right now. Something my brother should be.
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That's not the last thing I remember... But I don't doubt you. [ Probably something with this place. ]
So what's the plan then? Hard to stage a Nuclear Strike when we're not even where we should be.
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I don't know at the precise moment, which is rather infuriating. How dare someone pull us here at the precise moment where things were going so well. Alas, my brother usually throws a spanner in the works somewhere along the line. [Weren't you getting beaten by Snake last time, Liquid?]
woah that icon
[ swisha swisha ]
Re: mhm. looks like Snake, hm?
So, where around in our timeline are you from?
A manip of MGS4 young Snake camo
I was in the middle of a face-off, with Baker still strung up in the second-floor basement.
Re: I really like it :D
Ah, yes. Our good friend, the leader of ArmsTech, Mr. Kenneth Baker. How is he doing strung up back there? One wrong move and....boom! [He let out a low chuckle.] That should be how was he doing. I am guessing he's dead by now.
would have been interesting to see~
Re: /nods/
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You should probably have a real animal as your code name
How the hell did you do that?!
IT IS A REAL ANIMAL, YA JACKASS
[ He notes the .45 and looks her over. Not bad form, probably had her own share of times of dodging other peoples' bullets. The old cat twirls around the colt. ]
A lot of practice... Richoting bullets comes naturally to me, after all, I've had a gun in my hand since I was young. [ He tilts his head at her. ]
I never miss, unless it on purpose, that is.
you could be Revolver Bobcat!
[The sentiment is forced, but her ever-present curiosity is overriding her need for caution. Just how did he do that? She had to know.
Lowering her gun some, she inches closer to the strange man, absolutely fascinated.]
Nice gun.
I... I DON'T KNOW... THIS IS SO SUDDEN...I--
It truly is a masterpiece of a weapon... A real work of art. [ Well now, a woman willfully walking towards him. This was new. ] And yours is a .45, I see. Looks like a custom job, if that grip is any indication.
you could be Revolver Bobcat!
[She watches the gun with wide eyes, trying to commit ever aspect of it to her mind. Then her stance relaxes as she size up this strange man. He wanted to use his guns, yes, but he didn't have a particular deathwish for any of them. He seemed to merely be interested in terrifying whoever stumbled into his range.]
I'm told I should thank his ancestors for coming up with such a beauty.
Now she's talking about the smaller pistol in her hands, aimed at Ocelot.]</small
FOR GOD'S SAKE MAN STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR GUN IN THE MEETING
Sounds like a nice gift... Old and still deadly. [ he begins to twirl the colt around again before stopping quickly, aiming it at her casually. ]
Revolver Ocelot. What do they call you?
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Sibyll.
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[ He repeats the name, getting a feel for it on his tongue. No code-names here, boys. Though, she could have been lying, but it didn't really matter. ]
Not very exciting, but I suppose if that's your name, then I can't argue otherwise. [ Aaand he's back to spinning the revolver around, even turning away from her. ] And how long have you been in this place, Sibyll?
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WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!
[Accident or not, who the hell plays with their gun like that?! Bakura can't tell if it was intentional or not, considering his relative inexperience with guns, and nor does he care. If it was intentional, he's being messed with. If it was unintentional then that was even more annoying. Glancing over his shoulder at the mark on the wall from the bullet, his eyes narrow suspiciously.]
Tch.
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Now now, there's no reason to shout... These corridors carry sound rather well. You're just going to give someone a headache.
[ He's getting a good look at you, boy. ]
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Heheheheheh. There's no reason to try to shoot people either- but it seems that's not holding you back.
[Bakura isn't scolding so much as... pointing out a flaw in that logic.
He can't imagine his appearance is so interesting. He doesn't carry himself like a soldier, too languid and careless. His coat covers most of his scars, save the cross-shaped scar below his right eye from Rosenkreuz's sword - and Malik's angry attempt at making things worse.
But this guy is suspicious. He looks like something out of a movie...]
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[ Smirk. He starts to take a few steps closer, taking out the revolver once more and twirling it around again. ]
What's your name, boy?
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[Seriously? He's implying he got that close while not aiming to kill or firing at random? That, coupled with the cocky attempt to intimidate him has him intrigued. Folding his arms over his chest, he answers coolly.]
I'm Bakura. And what's yours, cowboy?
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[ He continues twirling the gun around in his hand before holstering it once more. Cowboy... He liked that. The way he dressed was an obvious testament to his obsession with westerns. ]
So then, Bakura... Mind giving me a little insight about this place?
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If you have questions, I'll answer them. But you might not like the answers.
[Leaning against the wall, he draws one foot up behind him to rest against it, bracing himself.]
Most people don't.
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[ His eyes are on Bakura, watching him carefully. He's noting that necklace, that eye upon it... It was hard not to notice something so blatant. But he wasn't about to ask about it; not yet. ]
Now then... I've gathered that this is some kind of school, hmm? But no teachers, no staff, other than that Nurse, maybe others.
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