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[leatherrr]

|| VOICE
(english, japanese)

[his voice is quieter and more stiff than usual, but steady; he's obviously out of breath, but there are no other changes]

Heh. It's been a fuck of a while, hasn't it?

[low laughter blends with the shrieking cackles of approaching Heaven Smiles, drowned in a deafening stutter of gunfire]

Head. [BANG] Legs. [BANG,

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[leatherrr]

[His hands were starting to cramp and he couldn't feel most of his right leg--but he'd restocked on chocolate earlier in the day and that meant Mello could probably keep going for a while nonstop if he needed to.

Still, there was no end to the damn things; they didn't seem to be making much progress in clearing out the area, and he was frustrated enough and starting to see double again from squinting so hard in the darkness didn't help.

On that note, he made for the Police Station--he wanted to check on the status there in person as well as give his eyes maybe a bit of a break, and he'd already sent Matt off to end up wherever (but hopefully Gohl, if that lazy ass played his cards right). The damage to the station looked worse from a distance.

It hadn't been a bad night, though. Whether or not this was the way things were going to stay, he was almost enjoying the respite from sitting on his ass staring at communicator screens half the day. Limping his way quietly into the station, he scanned the hallways and kept his ears open--no telling whether there were still Smiles inside or whether he'd get mistaken for one by some raw-nerved fighter.]

OOC || tl;dr OOPS. Um, just as a heads-up, Mello sent Matt to help out with the station on the first night after Ky's death over the comms. o/ Maybe Ocelot didn't see him. XD

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[russianrevolver]

Just barely registering the sound of something approaching, Ocelot got to his feet again. They had managed to keep the Smiles out of the Station most of the time, but perhaps the defense suffered a break in the line? Cursing under his breath he searched the hallway for any movement, revolver at the ready - this was not the right time to be caught off guard.

A movement further down - too dark to see what or who it was, but it didn't seem like a monster. Cocking the revolver, Ocelot casually stepped out into the hallway.

"Hold it."

((ooc: I think you got it right... we could just assume Ocelot didn't notice him, if that makes things easier. augh confusion~ ALSO I assume the hallways are pretty dark, since iirc there's no power there.))

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[leatherrr]

[He got the murmur of something in the next hallway--the Station was deathly quiet after the cacophony by the town hall--brought up both his guns at the same time that the silhouette stepped out.

Relaxed slightly at the sound of a human voice; he hadn't heard the fuckers speak yet.]

--Whoa. I'm human, and so are you. We're good.

[That being said, he didn't lower his guns. The guy's voice had at least sounded familiar, but there was more than one psycho in the city at present.]

OOC || \o/ and yeah hallways are a stumbling hazard. ): BITS OF SMILES AND STUFF.

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[russianrevolver]

Still alert he slowly edged closer, revolver raised. Not a Smile and the voice was familiar enough, but until he had confirmed why he recognized it there was no way he'd ease up on his guard. After all, he had been talking with his fair share of shady individuals the past week.

"You sure about that..? Who are you?"

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[leatherrr]

Well, I'm human. Come to think of it, don't know about you.

[He took the time to try and get a better look at the other guy--the face wasn't familiar, but that wasn't saying much. Somebody he'd spoken to over the communicators, then, recently and while said person had been in the Police Station.

That narrowed it down.]

Name's Mello. Not that it'll ring any bells, I guess. But--I'm pretty sure I've talked to you over the comms sometime tonight.

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[russianrevolver]

"Humanity is no guarantee for safety."

The name didn't ring any bells but the voice did. They had talked earlier that night, a conversation littered with gunfire. If Ocelot's memory served him right Mello was one of the more reasonable voices on the network, far from the hysterical cries that had streamed from the communicator the past few days.

He lowered the revolver. Not a threat. Not yet.

"Didn't think you'd drop by so soon."

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[leatherrr]

No, but it's a start when you've got a gun to the face.

[He reciprocated the gesture when the man put his gun down, though. Yeah, this was the guy, and he'd seemed all right from what Mello had seen of him on the network over the past few weeks.]

Heh. Not much progress going on out there, though it's hard to tell right now. [He cocked an eyebrow and switched tacks.] So who're you?

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[russianrevolver]

"Ocelot. Back home I'm a Major with the GRU."

Rank didn't hold much weight here, but it gave him an identity, a label. Something for others to focus on so he could keep on doing his work without all too many questions asked.

Giving Mello another quick glance, he gave the revolver a spin before returning it to the holster.

"Been in town long?"

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[leatherrr]

Pleasure.

[Glavnoje Razvedyvatel'noje Upravlenije. He hasn't been back to Russia in living memory, but intelligence being the game both at Wammy's and in L.A.... you kept track of these things.

Might be useful, in fact, even here--especially with the satellite now on their hands.

The only emotion he betrays in the end is a raised eyebrow at the gun flourishing.]

Feels like a year, but it's been more of a month. Yourself?

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[russianrevolver]

"Close to a month. This isn't my first visit though."

Nothing but casual conversation, but under that cover he kept an eye on Mello. Information was vital and from what he could remember from Mellos previous posts the man had his fair share of it. Question remained if he would be willing to share somewhere down the line.