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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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Don't you worry, darlin'. I ain't gonna hold it against you.
[ He picks up the revolver, turning it around in his hand. ]
Not too hard. Just needs focus and practice, like anything else.
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W-Well — if you don't have too many people to teach, would it be alright if I learned from you...? I promise I'll be a good student!
[ she doesns't have one of those guns, but she figures it can't hurt to learn how to equip herself. there's no telling what she'll have to use, or do, later. ]
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[ He sets the gun back down, picks up his bourbon. Takes a sip. ]
And I'm sure you'll do just fine.
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That's very kind of you to say, Mr. McCree.
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[ He grins, tipping his hat. ]
Why, you're blushin' red as a rose. I hope I ain't overstepped.
[ He doesn't really think he has. ]
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A-Ah — no, you didn't do anything wrong at all..! [ why yes, she does feel guilty for this. ]
Sorry, I'm just... I'm always like this — don't even worry about it.
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Cute, ya mean?
[ He leans back in his chair. ]
Yeah, I can believe that.
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it was only a kiss it was only a kiss]N-No? [ don't make her hang up on you out of nerves, that's rude!! ] I mean — thank you, that's very nice of you to say [ dON'T LOOK AT ME ] b-but [ let's try to get this back on track ] don't you want to ask about my skills or something?!
[ wait ]
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Sure. Tell me all about your skills.
[ He rubs his chin with his metal fingers, looking mighty interested. Still grinning a mile wide. ]
Y'got my full attention.
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except ah now she has to talk about her skills. dang. ]
U-Um. Well — I don't have many, actually. [ sorry!! ] I can dance, and sing, and some great healers have been teaching me about my magic and medicine... I have a sword....?
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Each one of those sounds better'n the last. D'you perform often?
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But there isn't really any use for those things here.
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[ He takes off his hat, showing the rest of his face; the sharp, dark eyes, the thick mane of chocolate brown hair. ]
Maybe if I play my cards right, I can convince you t'perform just for me.
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Oh... Anytime you'd like — I'd love to!
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[ He pauses, and adds -- ]
By the way, I don't think I ever got your name. Is it just Olivia?
[ The username seems pretty straightforward, but he's not going to just assume. ]
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[ and maybe even dance to it, but that's a request a bit too bold for her to ask right away. ]
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[ He tips his hat to her. ]
In any case, Miss Olivia, I'll be keepin' you in mind. We're set to ship out real soon, but I'm sure we can get in some practice when we're all back here.
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