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[withloadedguns]

[Video Post]
[It takes a moment or two for the usual scatterings of detritus and snow to clear from the video--no real snow this time, fortunately. But it's difficult to see, still--or perhaps that's just as usual. The device is on the saddle again, hanging, and watching.

Oddly, though, there's a view of the City from within the City this time, complete with tall buildings and pedestrians and things happening and City stuff, all recorded from the shoulder of a horse.

Familiar recording situation. Must mean that this device belongs to Our Man.

However, the horse's owner, Our Man, doesn't seem to be in view. Not yet at least. He's...elsewhere...

...and after a moment, he reappears, in view of the camera and, putting his usual cigarillo back in his mouth, one can see...]



[...and--wait, was that just a girlish giggle? Some quite feminine chatter? It seems it was. And so it seems not everyone is exactly bothered by this curse. (At least, not for the moment.)

There's a moment's pause as his eyes follow something or someone out of sight of the camera as she (we can be fairly sure it was a "she") walks off down the street again.

It's only then that he casts a glance back to the horse and the saddle and the Network device and--wait, the device is on? Yup. As ever.

He gives it a Look (for whatever that'll do for it) and snaps it shut again, cutting off the recording and replacing that wintertime snow with the more electronic kind as the video dies off into the darkness with a--]
[//video post ends]

[ooc: Kind of large but safe-for-work animated gif under the cut. So the cowboy came into the City proper because, apparently, he has amazing timing and needed to come into the City proper today. So if you want to encounter him and his horse today, you may certainly do so~ Just...try not to kiss the horse. What was his victory? Maybe there wasn't a victory at all and he just wanted a kiss. Or maybe it was the girl who was victorious and, well, I envy her celebration.]

Comments

[withloadedguns]

[Naturally.]

Yeah?

[dignity_misery]

Does that wink usually work?

[withloadedguns]

Enough.

[dignity_misery]

[She grins.]

What's today's count?

[withloadedguns]

You think I've been keeping count?

[dignity_misery]

I think you can give me an educated guess.

[withloadedguns]

It's worked well enough for me.

[dignity_misery]

Or is it the curse, letting them think they can get away with indulging today?

[withloadedguns]

Could be either.

[dignity_misery]

I don't think you're cursed, anyway.

[Mostly because she isn't either.]

[withloadedguns]

No?

[dignity_misery]

No, not really.

[withloadedguns]

[... ... ...

Cowboy kisses incoming, just the same.]

[dignity_misery]

[Well. That is what she was over here nettling at him for. She somehow musters the will to be somewhat less violent than the last time they encountered one another, arms lifting to wrap loosely around his neck.]

[withloadedguns]

[Figures. Well, anyway, this is infinitely preferable to their last encounter.

BRB, using the curse to his advantage a bit.]

[dignity_misery]

[She's been doing the same. Let others think she's cursed if they like, whatever makes their mouths pliant.

She's remarkably placid for her usual crazy bitch self though. Might be because he's familiar company at this point and she keeps losing her friends.]

Can I ask you a favor?

[withloadedguns]

All right. What is it?

[dignity_misery]

Someone had promised me shooting lessons, but he was gone before he followed through.

[withloadedguns]

[Oooh.]

All right.

[ooc: Though they might have to be handwaved since, lol, mun knows Hollywood and not reality. See also: fight logs.]

[dignity_misery]

[[ooc; That's fine by me! The only thing I would note is that the reason she's looking for lessons rather than just practicing on her own is because she has some nerve damage that makes her hands unsteady, so what she really wants to learn is how to compensate for that. Because she likes to take Chase's advice and then make him regret giving it to her.]]

That would be really helpful.

[She smiles wryly. It's a joke she doesn't exactly expect him to get, although she's said it plenty times before: Everyone in this city is so fucking helpful.]

[withloadedguns]

[No, he doesn't get it. But he does know that teaching this to her is like teaching a dog to bite. He'll have to be careful. He knows that.

But he just smiles a little.]

[dignity_misery]

[This might actually count for a victory, so she reaches up to draw him back down.]

Let me know when you're free.

[withloadedguns]

[Double victory!]

All right.

[dignity_misery]

[She's not going to say so, but it was nice to see him.]

[withloadedguns]

[The feeling, actually, is mutual.]