video; un: mccree

[flashbanging]

[ McCree's just lounging somewhere outside in catland, maybe in a quiet corner of one of the plazas. Far from the meowing crowd. He's got his cigarillo dangling from the corner of his mouth, and he puffs on it intermittently, looking thoughtful. ]

Gotta say, this is a real nice little respite after all the mess we just got through. These cats have been mighty hospitable, too, and it was good of'em to take us in.

[ A pause. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ]

But, y'know ... just between you and me, I'm really more of a dog person.

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[flashbanging]

It sure does. You got the right idea.

[ He shrugs, puffs on his cigarillo. ]

I mean, what's not to like about a dog? Loyal as all get out, straightforward, always ready to play ... that's my kind of animal.

[ofobedience]

I won't argue with that.

[Even if his idea of 'playing' generally involves guns and other people's viscera, but hey ho]

As for cats, it's hard to admire an animal so lacking in any sense of loyalty. And if you ask me, they make miserable hosts.

[flashbanging]

[ McCree leans forward, tipping up the brim of his hat slightly. ]

Sounds like you ain't had the warmest reception, partner.

[ The cats have been perfectly nice to him, but ... as a relatively normal man from a somewhat normal world, the whole thing is just weird. ]

[ofobedience]

They're not fond of dogs, evidently. Not even the non-traditional variety.

[And he laughs, short and sharp.]

[flashbanging]

[ Well, ain't that a curious response. ]

I'm not quite followin'. You saying they have some kinda extra sense about you?

[ofobedience]

Something like that. Hahah.

[he's not an especially forthcoming guy. If anything, it's more than a little frustrating that the cats were able to sense it in him-- the thing that resides in his Spine.]

[flashbanging]

[ NOPE ... Not a lick of sense. McCree's not gonna push it too hard, though; if the guy don't wanna talk, he don't wanna talk. ]

I hear you, partner. Hopefully we ain't stuck here for too long. Cats and whatnot aside, I get restless pretty fast.

[ofobedience]

I suppose I can identify with that. After the last mission a rest doesn't seem like such a bad thing, and yet - for myself - I'm unaccustomed to inactivity.

[Plus the cats make it a whole lot less restful for him than it seems to be for the others.]

[flashbanging]

Same. Hate it. I got to keep movin', going on to the next thing, finding the next horizon. Especially now, considering that the horizon's got a lot more to it than I ever imagined.

[ofobedience]

Hahah, well. I suppose that last part doesn't quite pertain to my own situation. New horizons, and all that.

[He'd never even left the city in which he was created, prior to falling through that rift. Had never thought he would. Wants, even now, to get back to it.]

[flashbanging]

Not the wandering kind, partner?

[ofobedience]

No. Wandering is for strays, I'm more of a loyal hound. Hahah.

[A quick beat, and then--]

And yet, here I am all the same.

[flashbanging]

Huh.

[ He takes a long drag of his cigarillo, then slowly breathes out the smoke as he drawls: ]

Always been more of a stray, myself.

[ He slips the cigarillo into the corner of his mouth, speaking around it as he goes on. ]

But, hey. Least you got a pack, right?

[ofobedience]

I wouldn't really call what we have here a pack. It seems more like a bunch of lone wolves thrown together and forced to work alongside each other, to me.

[Is there a hard note to his voice there? Something almost bitter? Perhaps you're imagining things.]