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

[shest]

[Unfortunately, the gun trick isn't very impressive because the man has obviously lost his dominant hand. He twirls the revolver around his index finger once, a bit less than gracefully before it drops to the ground and he swears loudly in Russian.

He stoops to grab the gun from the ground, hoping no one has noticed how badly off he is at the moment. This is absolutely humiliating.

It'd probably be better for him to bring out his Pokemon, but he's not entirely certain he wants to again considering both of them had reacted rather poorly to him.]

[fourwayconnection]

[The sight of a missing limb doesn't really bother Kirikou- when you're from the DWMA and basically a child soldier, it's a sight you learn to get used to. Serial killers and witches don't hold back.]

[He takes a step closer, wondering if he should help out, but stops himself. He figures there might be some pride there, and he won't step on any toes. He does speak up, however.]

You doin' alright, gramps?

[shest]

[He stares at the word with a dangerous look, not responding right away as he grabs and holsters the gun on his right side. Normally he isn't so careless, but he is a bit out of his element.]

Quite well.

[His tone is severe, but just a smidge too casual. Like he isn't missing an arm and he doesn't have bullets strapped to his chest.]

[fourwayconnection]

Aight.

[Kirikou takes it without much argument. But there is something he's still wondering-]

What were you trying to do with your gun? Can you teach me? I haven't gotten to hold one the entire time I've been here.

[shest]

[It takes him a moment to remember that he still has his Pokemon with him. It feels like it's been forty years, and he certainly looks the part for it to have been that long, but there's also something that doesn't feel quite right about all of this.

...Maybe it's just his imagination.]

Not easily, I'm afraid. It's a skill I can only do with my right hand.

[But he's going to go on to describe the gun-twirling anyway in such a way to make it sound like he was doing something besides attempting to show off.]

[fourwayconnection]

[Kirikou listens attentively, arms crossed and a look of concentration on his face. When Ocelot is done explaining, he perks up.]

Could I give it a try? [Oh right-] I'm Kirikou Rung.

[shest]

[He really could very easily say no, but this whole situation interests him.]

Certainly.

[Ocelot is still rather hesitant to let go of his gun, but he passes it to Kirikou after a moment.]