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[shashka]

Who: Revolver Ocelot (shashka) & YOU
What: Catch-all for Wyver (with some backdated threads)
When: Throughout Late October
Where: Around Wyver
Warning(s): Shadiness. Possible adult content. The usual.

I.THE OLD CITY

[ the Old City certainly fit its name, though it was unlike any place that he was used to back home, despite his well-traveled status. there were a few different ways to get to know the area.

Ocelot decides on something a little more creative. he separates the coin that he has on him into two pouches. the first, he tucks safely into one of his boots. the second... he places on his belt. and really, all he has to do is wait until just the right person bumps into him, and...

the bait is taken. of course. he does his best panicked expression, before rushing to the nearest person that he can find. ]

That man took my money!

[ if nothing else, it helps him run into a few locals, meet up with a potential new ally, and gain some more information about the area. not that bad, now was it? ]

II.THE GILDED CAGE

[ while Ocelot wouldn't admit it out loud, he felt more at home in the Gilded Cage than he had in Olympia. he likes the intrigue, the information trading, and the fact that you never know exactly who it is that you're supposed to trust.

and so, of course, he's eyeing you. someone like him, who doesn't quite seem like they're from around here.

maybe you're someone he knows. or maybe you're a fellow refugee that looks distinctly out of place. or maybe he just wants to annoy you. either way, he's speaking to you right now, with the ghost of a smile on his face. ]

Can't say I was expecting to see someone like you here.

[ notably, he doesn't say why he's here. let the other person answer first. then he can come up with a reason to match theirs. ]

III.THE UNDERGROWTH

[ there's something about the jungles that remind him of one of his first postings in his youth. he can't exactly say that he's overly fond of it, but all the same, he finds himself feeling a certain sense of... nostalgia.

still, it comes as a surprise to him when he manages to run into someone else among the undergrowth. ]

You trying to hunt, too?

[ he can't say that he's the best survivalist out there, but he's learned enough from the best that he's pretty sure he won't die. ]

IV. WILDCARD

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Comments

[shashka]

...Sounds like a perfect place to continue an intimate conversation.

[ and considering that he's used to these sorts of "conversations" happening in dirty bathroom stalls and back alleys, this sounds downright luxurious. ]

[vorrutyer]

Hah.

[ By grins, jerks his head in invitation. ]

Follow me. [ He heads out of the building. ]

[shashka]

[ Ocelot, for his part, follows a along at a leisurely pace, spurs lightly jingling. for all that his current company seemed like the laid back and affable type, he was still on his guard.

it was easy enough to let certain secrets slip out. he'd take good care to make sure that anything he wanted kept to himself remained that way. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ Ocelot is smart. Byerly, for his part, walks just enough apart from him that he can see him faintly in his peripheral vision. Enough that he can react if - for example - Ocelot makes any sudden moves.

But they make it to an inn altogether without incident. Neither killing the other. By offers: ]

Shall I get the room? You can fetch us something to drink.

[shashka]

[ thankfully, there seemed like there wouldn't be any killing tonight. not only was Ocelot not that kind of spy (and even if he was, he had no one to spy for just yet), but nothing killed the mood quicker than murdering your would-be partner.

a good spar and a game of cat-and-mouse beforehand... well, that might be something else, but that's neither here nor there. maybe next time. ]

Of course.

[ he will be returning with a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

have to keep the old Russian pride alive, even when "she" is no longer there. ]

[vorrutyer]

A grand choice indeed.

[ By leads the way over to the hall down to the room he's rented out. By the time they're out of view of the check-in desk, he's hooking his fingers into the man's front - and by the time they're near the door, he's pressing his lips to Ocelot's. ]

[shashka]

[ ah, and so it begins. what the last little while had been leading up to. with his hands still full, he returns the kiss, lightly, though not hesitantly.

this was going to be so interesting.

he'll let him take the lead until they're actually in the room. after that? well, it's anyone's guess. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ Byerly keeps that lead for as long as he can, pressing Ocelot into the room and back against the wall. By is lanky and lean, but he's damnably tall, and so he uses that height well. His long limbs, too. He drapes himself luxuriantly over Ocelot, pressing skin to skin, slipping his hand downwards to undress him with the lazy grace of someone who is truly practiced at this art. ]

[shashka]

[ a shame that the vodka would likely be warm by the time they got to it. but such are the sacrifices that must be made.

while he usually prefers his partners to be a little bulkier, Ocelot has always appreciated a man that's at least a little taller than him. while he's probably not as practiced as the other man seems, this is something that he's familiar enough with.

not to be outdone, the next time Byerly goes in for a kiss, Ocelot bites down lightly on his lip, before reaching for his belt. just enough to let him know