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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. ]
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In literal terms, ma'am, it's just a plant. Figuratively speakin', though, it means I'm the man for the job.
[ He shrugs, smiling lopsided. ]
Don't ask me how things got from one place to another, 'cause I can't tell you. Just an expression.
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Thank you for teaching me. A fruit...and a 'peach' is also a fruit, that I know. Bourbon is a kind of alcohol, [ Hellboy told her that ] though I do not know what an 'omnic' is. 'Everything'?
[ From omnes, she thinks. ]
Forgive me, I have not long been on the surface, there is much I do not yet know.
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[ She's cute, which he's noticing now that they're past the initial question phase. ]
It's the word for A.I--robots what got themselves self-awareness. Souls, too, by their reckoning.
[ His tone is neutral on that point. He's certainly met some soulful omnics, but he doesn't think it's his place to speculate either way. Besides, Kida's said something interesting. ]
Sorry--what d'you mean about 'not been long on the surface'?
[ Was she trapped underground until recently?
(Well, she looks pretty good even so) ]
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I am from Atlantis, you see. [ After several months now, she's stopped offering much explanation; most people hear 'Atlantis' and make the 'Ruined City Of' connection immediately, much to her chagrin. ] Until ALASTAIR found me, I was beneath the earth with all my people.
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[ He puffs thoughtfully on his cigarillo, seeming to take this revelation in stride. He's heard of Atlantis, naturally; it's as common a legend on his Earth as any other. He can't say as he ever expected to meet a natural born citizen, but stranger things have happened in his life. Both over the past thirty-some years and the past twenty minutes. Besides, she has nothing to gain from a lie, so far as he can tell. ]
Nice weather down there, I reckon. How's the air topside?
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[ And completely, utterly overwhelming in others, but she doesn't know him enough to expand on that. ]
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I'm sure glad you got on up here to see everything, darlin'. Ain't right to go through life without experiencing a few sunsets.
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I am not your darling. [ She tilts her head, considering him. ] Do you come from a place of vast sunsets, mister McCree?