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[ 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. ]

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Still fixated on poor liquor choices.
And your gun is laughable.

[says the man with a bow]

[ ...that's a mighty fine hat. She is, of course, immediately intrigued by a number of things, but that's not exactly a prerequisite. She's just as cheerful-looking as ever on the feed. ]

Hello! My name's Aradia, it is nice to meet you too! [ That out of the way... ] I doubt you will find that there's a lack of willing learners here, myself included!

[ Ok that's nice, but the most important thing here is: ]

What is a 'huckle-berry'?

what's your bounty

Who needs a sword if you got a cooler weapon!! If you're good at fist-fighting though, we should spar sometime! I'm pretty good at it myself, though!

Sorry, your bullets won't do anything to me.

Shishishi.

[ ...... cool... ]

It's not very orthodox to announce your bounty just like that, is it?

i have a lot of questions

Huh, you have a bounty?

[He sounds equal parts Curious and Concerned.

He already sees Luffy up there pls don't have a high bounty he really doesn't want to be dragged into a giant battle so soon after getting here.]

( leave it to all the pirates and then some to ask about the bounty. he's interested too, but figures that'd get answered eventually. )

So - what's an omnic?

Edited 2016-06-26 09:11 (UTC)

[ A bounty, huh...? Well, if Luffy ever gets into a fight with this guy and eventually wins, maybe she can turn him in and get that money! Good thing to keep in mind. ]

A bounty? What did you do, to earn one? [ Might as well gather as much information as she can...... just in case. ]

What, I wonder, is shooting?

[Laedo, draconic in form--though most of the grandeur of that is cropped out. The feed is only showing his very inhuman face. He's expecting a bow or perhaps magic, but he can never be sure with other recruits. Regardless, he's curious for once, rather than grouchy.

Inclining his head forward a little to hide his muzzle and show his politely forward ears and golden skull-cap, he has the affability to add,] you may also call me Laedo, well met.

I'm not in need of any lessons but I might be able to help if you need ammunition, depending on the gun.

[ oh what's this? another willing teacher? ]

Shoot? Like an archer? [ she never considered herself an archer, but it can't hurt to learn it, she thinks. ]

[She's trying to get a hang of this device thing, so she listens to this one... only to be slightly interested, actually.

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?]

[ What the fuck, bro, you look so slick and cool. Most everyone has something somewhat decent and/or intelligent to say, but all he can think of to do is raise his robotic arm a little bit and say, ] We should start a club!

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