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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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[liquid_serpent]

[Liquid narrowly misses the shot, as he growls to himself. What kind of fool would take him on so easily? He was fairly new to the Campus himself and was not pleased about being here. Not one bit. He didn't even know he got here. Now, someone was playing around with a gun. Liquid narrowed his eyes, as he turned the corner carefully. He swaggered forward, as he often did in his greatcoat with nothing covering his top half, hoping to meet this stranger.

Although, he knew one man who could wield a colt with ease like a cowboy. A man who never missed.]

Really? I can say I have met you before, Ocelot. [Liquid's expression softened, as he greeted his old friend.]

You should probably have a real animal as your code name

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Sibyll could hear the newcomer, but that didn't save her from the near-miss whizzing by her head. Nor did she miss the fact that the shooter wasn't even pointing his gun towards her. Startled, the Courier pulls out her own gun.]

How the hell did you do that?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The minute that bullet passes way too close is the minute that the spirit throws himself into control, repressing his (frankly horrified) host in favour of snapping angrily.]

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!

[Accident or not, who the hell plays with their gun like that?! Bakura can't tell if it was intentional or not, considering his relative inexperience with guns, and nor does he care. If it was intentional, he's being messed with. If it was unintentional then that was even more annoying. Glancing over his shoulder at the mark on the wall from the bullet, his eyes narrow suspiciously.]

Tch.