Ninth bullet [voice]

[russianrevolver]

[Communicator clicks on, there's a moment of silence before Ocelot speaks. His breathing is quick and shallow, but his voice remains unnaturally calm.]

So it was a success. Despite...

Maybe we can finally get five minutes of peace and quiet now.

Hey Reno. Still in one piece?

((ooc: Ocelot had a little run-in with Azula, resulting in third degree burns

Comments

[nomakothx]

Amazingly enough.

... What's up? You don't sound too good.

[russianrevolver]

It's...nothing. Just a scratch.

[nomakothx]

You're a bad liar.

Mhm. Where are you?

[russianrevolver]

...few blocks from the warehouse.

Damn-!

[nomakothx]

I'm on my way.

[russianrevolver]

You don't-

...fine. It's not like I'm going anywhere.

[Private]

[nomakothx]

... How bad is it?

[Private]

[russianrevolver]

...pretty bad.

[Private]

[nomakothx]

Shit, alright. I should be nearby, wave an arm or something if you see me. If you can.

[commentlog woo~]

[russianrevolver]

He hadn't taken a closer look at the burns yet, but judging by the pain it wasn't just your average singe. His right arm had taken the majority of the blow, but it was the lighter burns on his side that really hurt. In fact...he couldn't feel much of the arm at all.
Grunting slightly Ocelot pushed himself up into a better sitting position to keep an eye out for Reno or snifferdogs, whichever came first.

[commentlog]

[nomakothx]

It didn't take Reno long to find Ocelot, not being trash or rubble or some kind of monster made him stand out a good bit, which was a relief, to say the least. He slowed down from a run until he was walking up to Ocelot, reeling slightly in surprise before moving a bit closer and crouching down next to him to get a closer look.

"... Just a scratch?"

[commentlog]

[russianrevolver]

"...so maybe it's a bit more than a scratch."

Right now Ocelot just wanted to get up and brush himself off, but he wasn't sure he'd even be able to move from his current position very much without passing out. His pride would take a massive blow but there was no use denying it. He needed help.

"How does it look..? I haven't..."

[commentlog]

[nomakothx]

"It's... bad. It's really... Shit, what happened?"

He leaned in a bit, smoothing bits of charred fabric out of the way to get an idea of just how big an injury he was looking at and how bad it was, trying not to grimace as he did so. If he had his chip out, he could've dealt with it then and there, just a cure or two and Ocelot would've been sore for a little bit and that would be it. As things stood now, however...

"... Need to get you to the clinic. Are you alright to walk?"

[commentlog]

[russianrevolver]

"Azula."

He'd heard about that little bitch on the network enough to recognize her. She had come down with the intention of crashing their party and unfortunately for Ocelot he had been the one in her way. Bullets don't deflect fire as well as they do lightning.
A hiss escaped through his gritted teeth as Reno brushed against the fabric.

"Right now? Not likely. Just...give me a minute."

[commentlog]

[nomakothx]

Azula. Reno nodded and frowned at that, she'd been nothing but trouble from all angles. The fact that Edgeworth put up with her was only confirmation to Reno that, nice as he may try to be, the man was just not the brightest bulb.

He pulled a pained expression of his own when Ocelot hissed, giving a last look over and finally sitting back on his haunches and feigning a relaxed expression.

"Right... Take your time."

[commentlog]

[russianrevolver]

Deep breaths. God he was feeling sick, every ounce of adrenalin that had kept him up had long since disappeared. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, tried to ignore that creeping numbness that he felt in his limbs. Just... pull it together. Get out of here. Focus.

Faking a somewhat relaxed expression of his own and letting out a shuddering breath, Ocelot tried to keep his mind off the issue.

"...so how did it go for you? Any broken bones?"