002 Shots Fired - action; FOURTH WALL

[shest]

A, May 29
[You know you're having a very bad day when the person you'd used to murder a former coworkers suddenly reappears and slices off your hand while you're in the middle of a shoot out. That's an all around awful day.

What could make it worse? Probably glitching to be forty years older without warning and becoming that man missing an arm.

Which is how a 61 year old man comes to burst through the door of Ocelot's room in Rocket Headquarters. He's managed to get his trench coat off and wrapped around him but there's still blood everywhere.

Help? Maybe?]


B
[Once he gets that whole... arm thing settled, Ocelot makes himself at home by rapidly traveling to every single city he can to get a good grasp on the region. From his perspective, he'd spent the entire time in Goldenrod so he might as well make the most of it.

When he's sure no one is looking, he'll be trying to do his famous gun trick with his left hand. It doesn't go so well.

At least he isn't using the gun yet.]

Comments

B. Violet City?

[zero_charisma]

[He's spent the last four to five years surrounded by bullets and explosions, shooting at and being shot at by others. It's build in an awareness of guns, especially after he started using the Razorback. Without the added advantage of backstabs, the RED Spy had taken to perfecting his aim with his own revolver, and Sniper's learned one too many painful lessons on why he needs to be a little more alert to pistols.

So the glint of the gun doesn't go unnoticed by Sniper, who has kept his own rifle holstered for the time being. He doesn't comment on it just yet, but he's watching, observing, at the very least.]

[shest]

[In most cases, Ocelot is fairly quick to notice when he's being watched, but today is a bit different. He's lost his right arm and he really shouldn't be moving about so soon after such an injury, but he would have been continuing his work had he not been brought back to this place to start with.

Why the place brought his fun with him, he doesn't know, but he also isn't about to complain. Not when he still has spare bullets strapped to his chest. He experiments carefully, going back to attempting to twirl the revolver in is hand only to drop it on the ground a moment later.]

Damn it all.

[zero_charisma]

[So he's clumsy with the revolver. Judging by the missing arm, Sniper would warrant that the older man lost his dominant arm. Now that's a shame. Still, for a guy his age who's more likely found at the bingo centre than twirling firearms, Sniper's got to respect him for trying.]

Hope that gun's not loaded, mate. S'gonna take you awhile t'get used to handlin' it with yer left hand.

[shest]

[oh, the gun is always loaded, but he doesn't have to tell this stranger that. He's good enough at weapons that fooling around with a loaded weapon is actually not something Ocelot has to worry about.]

I can shoot fine with my left hand.

[It's true insomuch as he's done it before successfully, but he also has much more experiencing firing with his right. Unfortunately, that's not really an option anymore.]

[zero_charisma]

What happened? Never thought someone could get his arm ripped off here.

[shest]

[He laughs at that. It's an incredibly unpleasant sound.]

It happened right before I arrived here. For some reason, I didn't heal upon arriving here.

[zero_charisma]

Bad luck then, to come here right when it got nipped off.

[shest]

Indeed.

This place has a sense of humor, it seems. My Pokemon don't recognize me, either. It's annoying.

[zero_charisma]

Didn't know that could happen either, them not bein' able t'recognize their owner. Y'think you've been gone too long?

[shest]

Forty years from my perspective.

[That, and his personality has radically changed in his time so really, his Pokemon being upset is probably not a surprise. Genya might be the one less affected (maybe because he's a ghost-type?), but Fedar refuses to come out of his Pokeball at all now.]

It's been a very long time.

[zero_charisma]

Strewth.

[...that's...that's a very long time, yeap.]

Didn't know this place could do that to ya.

[shest]

Neither did I. Yet it's proof that it can happen.

It's an inconvenience, but nothing I can't handle.

[zero_charisma]

Hmm.

[Just...eyeing that gun for a sec there.]

Up fer a lil' test of skill? I'm a bit of a marksmen myself.

[shest]

[Fortunately, despite the blood loss and the loss of his dominant hand, he can still shoot. Using his left hand lacks all of the finesse, but it can be done.]

Certainly.

[He gestures at a sign some distance away.]

We'll aim for that.