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futurology2016-06-25 03:36 pm
flashbanging) wrote in futurology2016-06-25 03:36 pm
video; un: mccree
[ The video shows a table in some corner of Oska's kitchen. There's a man at this table, long legs propped up on top of it, reclining against his chair. He's wearing boots with spurs, leather chaps, and a red serape that hangs off of his left shoulder. Body armor covers his chest; the panels inlaid on either side glow faintly blue. He's holding a revolver of significant size with one gloved hand, and with the other, he's carefully polishing oil off of that revolver's barrel. That other hand is bionic, and also covered in faintly glowing panels. The prosthetic runs up the visible length of his arm and disappears into the shroud of the serape.
He grins into the feed from beneath the wide brim of his hat. In his late thirties and handsomely rugged, he's swarthy, with thick, brown hair and dark eyes. His voice is a deep, southern drawl--affable, but with a suggestion of something sharper just beneath. A cigarillo, lit and gently smoking, dangles from the corner of his mouth. ]
Well, now. I'm findin' this place right peaceful. I got to say it's nice to walk around without worryin' over a bounty on my head, so I ain't too sore at these ALASTAIR fellas for pluckin' me out my own place like a ripe peach.
[ He jerks one metal thumb at the table. A few gleaming revolver shells are scattered across the wooden surface, nicely framing a half-finished tumbler of bourbon. ]
Bourbon ain't too bad, neither.
[ He sits up and leans forward, setting the gun down next to the glass; as he does so, there's a glimpse of his belt--strung with more revolver bullets and cinched with a gold buckle. The letters 'B A M F' are clearly engraved on this buckle. ]
'Sides, it's a job like any other. I done escorts before. Granted, they usually been human. Sometimes omnic. Never whatever the hell these things are tryin' to be. But if it's got to get done, it's gonna get done, right? Right.
[ He puffs on the cigarillo, exhaling a long plume of white smoke. ]
Oh, yeah. I had a look see at this here device, flicked through the archive a bit. Noticed some talk about learnin' this or that. I ain't handy with a sword, but if you need a man to show you how to shoot, I'm your huckleberry. I know my way around a fist-fight, too, if it comes to that. Ask and ye shall receive.
[ His smile widens, warms. This is still a hell of an unfamiliar situation, but he's damned and determined to make the best of it. ]
Name's McCree, by the way. Pleased t'meet you.
[ He tips his hat, and that's all, folks. ]
He grins into the feed from beneath the wide brim of his hat. In his late thirties and handsomely rugged, he's swarthy, with thick, brown hair and dark eyes. His voice is a deep, southern drawl--affable, but with a suggestion of something sharper just beneath. A cigarillo, lit and gently smoking, dangles from the corner of his mouth. ]
Well, now. I'm findin' this place right peaceful. I got to say it's nice to walk around without worryin' over a bounty on my head, so I ain't too sore at these ALASTAIR fellas for pluckin' me out my own place like a ripe peach.
[ He jerks one metal thumb at the table. A few gleaming revolver shells are scattered across the wooden surface, nicely framing a half-finished tumbler of bourbon. ]
Bourbon ain't too bad, neither.
[ He sits up and leans forward, setting the gun down next to the glass; as he does so, there's a glimpse of his belt--strung with more revolver bullets and cinched with a gold buckle. The letters 'B A M F' are clearly engraved on this buckle. ]
'Sides, it's a job like any other. I done escorts before. Granted, they usually been human. Sometimes omnic. Never whatever the hell these things are tryin' to be. But if it's got to get done, it's gonna get done, right? Right.
[ He puffs on the cigarillo, exhaling a long plume of white smoke. ]
Oh, yeah. I had a look see at this here device, flicked through the archive a bit. Noticed some talk about learnin' this or that. I ain't handy with a sword, but if you need a man to show you how to shoot, I'm your huckleberry. I know my way around a fist-fight, too, if it comes to that. Ask and ye shall receive.
[ His smile widens, warms. This is still a hell of an unfamiliar situation, but he's damned and determined to make the best of it. ]
Name's McCree, by the way. Pleased t'meet you.
[ He tips his hat, and that's all, folks. ]
un: matrona | video
It's a video, but considering the background is the castle wall... only someone observant enough to notice the size of the bricks in relation to her face would sense anything odd.]
You have a bounty on your head?
[Just... use these devices to chat, is what she's been told, but. Is it really that simple?]
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[ Of course, McCree's eye is as sharp as his shooting, and he catches the discrepancy between the bricks and this girl's (?) actual size straight away. Still, she has a youthful face, all round and button-nosed, so he's not going to take her for anything than what she is. Not til she says otherwise. ]
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[Rule number one of the Seven Deadly Sins club... You don't get to ask what other peoples' Sin is. So she won't ask why bounty, but-
Wait a minute.]
What did you call me? You're taking to me, right?
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[ He smiles big. ]
Sure am, little darlin'. You're the only one I'm lookin' at right now, after all.
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[There's probably little obvious as to why Diane is suddenly beaming, but. Beaming she is. (Anyone who would call her "little" must be a nice enough man, how thoughtful!!!!)]
On your "phone"? I saved mine, too, but it's paper- !
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I left mine where it was. Ain't right to disturb art.
[ GRIN. ]
I'm sure I can't figure who'd wanna take in a sweet young lady like yourself, though.
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SHRUG]
It doesn't matter, it wasn't anything I actually did anyway.
[She waves a hand dismissively- bounties, right? Nbd]
I'm Diane, by the way.
[It was odd, having to introduce herself, but- he'd already done it, so.]
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[ That is, people thinking he did things he didn't do.
He fishes in his pockets, grabs something slim and shiny with his metal hand. He was gettin' to it! ]
This here's a phone, by the way. You use it for talkin' and such, like these devices we got right now. 'Cept it ain't magic. Just machinery.
[ He slips it back. The battery's half-dead, and he hasn't found a way to charge it here, either. He has a notion that the thing is mostly useless, now.
He smiles again at the mention of her name. ]
Pretty name for a pretty girl, little darlin'.
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Oh... So that's a "phone"! What metal is it made out of?
[It looked shiny from here- well, his hand did, too...]
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Not used to compliments from most anyone outside the Sins, Diane shyly fiddled with the ends of one of her pigtails, still beaming.]
Thanks- McCree is nice, too.
[Should she say it was manly or something??? No idea just run with it!!]
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[ He laughs at her comment on his name. ]
Why, thank you kindly. Picked it up when I was born, and I find it's stuck.
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[A bit beyond her world, there, for all the magical things they had going for them. But that arm definitely wasn't plastic- but she also probably wasn't supposed to ask about it?
Ugh, this is why talking to people was so hard?]
So, you're a mercenary?
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[ Obviously not something he thinks too deeply about, himself. To her question, he nods, a cocky grin spreading across his face. ]
That's right, lil darlin'. I find bad guys and I take'em in. Or out. Whatever's necessary at the time.
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[She's fought with mercenary bands before... they never seemed to really care if it was bad guys or not.]
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[ He thinks of Reinhardt, smashing through the countryside in his Crusader armor. That's a knight--or someone who thinks like one, anyway. ]
I'm just a man tryin' to do what needs done. Sometimes I happen t'get paid for it.
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