second shot

[revyourengines]

[An uncharacteristically cheerful Revy can be found happily driving back from Jonathon's Tools, having just purchased several gallons of gasoline and two coils of rope "for her husband". The dirty looks she received from the local drones were met with a chipper smile, as though the gunslinger didn't have a care in the world

Comments

[rapier_ex]

A bonfire, huh? Sure! Why not, right?

[revyourengines]

Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Hope I'll see you there, Annie Oakley.

[rapier_ex]

Annie... Whatley?

[revyourengines]

What, never heard of her? Famous little gunslinger chick from the Old West or something. Seemed appropriate.

[rapier_ex]

If she's a Drifter, I've never heard of her.

[revyourengines]

Drifter? What, like a bum? Nah, I don't think so.

[rapier_ex]

Drifters aren't bums!

[revyourengines]

Drifters are totally bums! It's right there in the name. Drift. Like homeless people.

[rapier_ex]

Bums are just people who beg on the streets of towns! Drifters go out and find their own fortune!

[revyourengines]

Oh, so they're criminals, then! I get it!

[rapier_ex]

Not that either.

A Drifter is someone who sets out into the wasteland seeking a life of freedom without the boundaries that town life gives you. We take jobs, explore ruins, and seek out the answers to the questions of our world.

[revyourengines]

What? That doesn't- oh, this must be more of this cross-worlds bullshit. So where you from, kid? Mars?

[rapier_ex]

With all due respect, ma'am, I'm not a kid.

I come from Boot Hill, a settlement on the southern continent of Filgaia.

[revyourengines]

I knew it, I knew it, I fucking knew it! Yer not even from Earth!

[rapier_ex]

Well if you had asked that from the beginning...

[revyourengines]

Gimmee a break, I'm still gettin' used to this!