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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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[tortureshow]

Oh, I've been to Vegas before... Once upon a time. Played Russian Roulette with a man back then... He lost. A pity, too, he was a lot of fun.

[ Aaaand spinning the revolver around once more. ]

Unfortunately, it's not really my kind of place. Gambling is much more fun when your life is on the line. I don't care about money.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Then I don't know if you could even call Vegas honestly 'dishonest'. Too much of a mix to make assumptions. But maybe you figured that out when you played your game with your 'friend'. You don't seem like the sort to play Russian Roulette and take the chance that he might lose.

[She's still smiling, but there's an edge to it when the gun starts spinning again. She is clearly not a fan of his tricks.]

Nice tricks, but I think I'm suitably impressed for now. Why don't you put that away for later? Leave me wanting more and all.

[tortureshow]

[ He smirks at her, intrigued by her confusion. ]

Dishonest? No, you misunderstand me... If I recall, I said that Las Vegas lives honestly... It is possible to be both a coward and honest...

They do not disguise their greed, their lust, their need for power, for wealth. They are the kind of people that lead to unpredictable situations... The entire world would be far more interested if it were populated by such individuals, don't you think?

[ Still twirling the revolver, mhm. ]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[There is absolutely no mirth in her smile now, though it never leaves her face. She's still very wary of the gun. She'd try to bat it out of his hands. The way he's so casually handling the firearm might look like he's an amateur. But he's not, and she's not about to risk a gun being pointed at her face or worse.]

Wouldn't know, since my world is already populated by such individuals.

[Okay, gun or not, she still can't resist mimicking his words and punctuating them with a hint of mockery.]

You don't sound like you're from the my part of the States. Why the outfit? I can't imagine there's anything a brahm- a cow can do that would warrant a gun that nice.

[tortureshow]

[ Her world was filled with those people, hm? That was just exciting. ]

Not really one for the classics, are you? You ought to brush up on your movie history...

[ Aaand he puts the gun away once more. It's just a habit for him to spin things around, can't really help it. ]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She visibly relaxes as the gun vanishes.]

Working holovids are rather hard to come by nowadays, even in Vegas, let alone a working TV.

[Then it dawns on her, with a little smile and a laugh of surprised amusment. You just needed to pick a medium she's more familiar with, Ocelot.]

Wait, you're dressed like that because you want to be like all those ancient cow wranglers I read about in books?

[tortureshow]

The gunslingers of those old movies were the finest role models the media has had to offer!

[ He looks a bit nostalgic for a moment. ] Someone who doesn't care about the law, he makes his own... Yes, I feel quite inspired by that type of individual. A refreshing way of thinking.