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[tortureshow]

[ If you're walking around the West Wing, you might hear some new footsteps; at least, if you're adept at that kind of thing. If not, it might be that ricocheting bullet bouncing off the walls and ceiling; narrowly missing your head.

Oh yes, we've got a skilled marksmen in the Campus now, and he goes by the name Revolver Ocelot. He waltzes into view, a smile upon his lips as he twirls the Colt Single Action Army around in his hand, doing all kinds of fancy tricks with it...

Finally, he replaces it back in its holster and spreads his arms. ]

Well now, I've never seen you before.

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[fluffydeathdealer]

['Special operations'...? The hell, was he talking to a frigging assassin?! Bakura blinks in confusion, but nods, shrugging carelessly. What does it matter? It was a human problem. But this means he can't just let Ryou out to handle this. Tch.]

If you have questions, I'll answer them. But you might not like the answers.

[Leaning against the wall, he draws one foot up behind him to rest against it, bracing himself.]

Most people don't.

[tortureshow]

Try me.

[ His eyes are on Bakura, watching him carefully. He's noting that necklace, that eye upon it... It was hard not to notice something so blatant. But he wasn't about to ask about it; not yet. ]

Now then... I've gathered that this is some kind of school, hmm? But no teachers, no staff, other than that Nurse, maybe others.

[fluffydeathdealer]

You're right. Apart from Lisa, the nurse and Edna, the lunch lady, the only other known member of staff is not upon this island. She speaks over the intercoms on occasion, but it's hard to get any sort of answers out of her.

[Bakura's leisurely explanation is spoken with calm words. Most of what he knows is speculation based off of things he's seen here... but it's good enough.]

What we do know is that the school's been abandoned for a while. No... more accurately, the entire island has. Nobody knows why. There's a campsite where people used to live, but nobody can get near it to investigate. Lisa and Edna aren't talking, so either they're hiding something, or they came later.

The island itself isn't much. It's about five, six miles long at the most; mainly jungle and cliffs. Leaving it is, frankly, impossible at the moment. The barrier surrounding the island prevents anyone exiting or entering through normal means. It's impervious to all known forms of attack, impenetrable, and dome-shaped. Short of tunneling under the ocean, we've tried everything.

But there's no guarantee that whatever's beyond it is worth accessing even if we did get past it. People who are brought here are occasionally from radically different timelines. There's no telling what time we're in... or even if there's anything out there but water.

[tortureshow]

[ Ocelot listens to the entire explanation. It sounds mad, but so was being teleported to god-knows where when just a few minutes ago he was having a showdown with Solid Snake in the second-floor basement of the tank hangar on Shadow Moses.

At this point, even the impossible answer sounded reasonable. The old cat stroked his mustache, leaning against the wall himself now. ]

Hmmm... Interesting. So there are people from all over the place trapped here. That should at least keep things entertaining... As frustrating as it is to be taken out of something so enjoyable.

But I'll live. Not much I can do about it for now.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Interesting... this guy's ability to adapt to absurdity seems high. Then again, he claims to be an assassin who dresses like a cowboy, revolvers and all. He's probably used to absurd things.]

Hmhm... This place has no shortage of oddities. It's the one blessing that comes from being trapped in a place where realities clash.

Heheheh... I'm sure you'll have cause enough to question your sanity before too long has passed!

[tortureshow]

Sanity?

[ He barks out a laugh, standing up straight again and taking a few steps down the corridor. ]

Good of you to show concern, but I'm not too worried about that part. Worrying about something like sanity is a waste of mental energy. [ He spreads his arms again. ] Better to just enjoy the show!

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[fluffydeathdealer]

Concern?

[His shoulders shake as his own laughter swells, slipping out unbidden.]

Hehehehehehe...HAHAHAHAHAHA!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[A cold smile grows as his laughter calms, his voice rising energetically in turn. Oh, he likes you. That doesn't mean he's not going to be honest about his views right now.]

Your life, your sanity... They're nothing to me!

I don't care if you die screaming in terror or are consumed by your own mind until nothing's left! As long as it's interesting, I'll be satisfied.

[tortureshow]

[ Well, to be frank, Ocelot had been joking about the concern, but this man was just waiting to snap, it seemed. Not that Ocelot minded... He happened to hang around a man who was on the brink of insanity anyway. ][ He begins to twirl the revolver around. ] I suppose it's good of you to tell me what kind of man you are willingly.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Griiiiin~]

It would have come out eventually! There's no point in hiding what I am unless it's useful to.

[And I can't use you...

That much had been evident from the start. The man's general manner was enough. He wasn't the type that would be an easy mark. People like Karasu were easily used, but this one... he didn't show the vulnerabilities he'd usually have preyed on. His confidence didn't seem faked at all...]

[tortureshow]

And you don't think I'm useful to you? Well, that's probably a smart choice.

[ You'd just get shot in the head after all. ]

Thank you for the info, Bakura. See you around. [ He's going to wander down the corridor, giving a brief wave in the form of fun fingers. ]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Later, Ocelot.

[Interesting... he'll have to keep an eye on this one. He reminds him of someone. Can't tell who, though.]