shest | 002 Shots Fired - action; FOURTH WALL

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.]

Threaded | Flat

[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.]

[Gun trick, you say? Guns, actually? No need for tricks, just the gun is fine. Because that sure is Kirikou stopping where he's walking and stopping to watch.]

[He apparently didn't check well enough because a certain blonde just happens to be at the right place at the right time to see Ocelot fumble. The man claps his gloved hands slowly and steps forward, his eyebrows arched and a smirk spread across his lips. He's not a stranger to weird dimension jumping and the creatures in this particular world so he's far more relaxed than usual.]

Getting a bit rusty, are we, Ocelot?

B. Violet City?

B - Mahogany

B - Goldenrod City!