[He inclines his head in a nod and then turns to the surprised audience around, before barking, in an extremely British way:] Pull.
[It takes a moment for someone to realize what's being asked, but sensing something even more genuinely exciting taking place, the throwing of breakable objects to hit continues. Percy pulls out Animus and opens fire. The first is elegant and precise, despite the clunkiness of the pepperbox in comparison to what most people are accustomed to. The second equally so. And so it goes for the next three shots. The sixth and final shot is a little less precise, but still ultimately hits the mark.
So basically he just fucking wild west-ed a bunch of bottles, and he is very smug about it.] Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III of Whitestone. [He gives Cabal's Ruin a little sweep as he turns back to Tony, the arcane lightning on the underside of the cloak giving off tiny sparks for effect.] Inventor of the firearm.
[Jump-cut to Percy twelve hours from now screaming into a pillow.]
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[It takes a moment for someone to realize what's being asked, but sensing something even more genuinely exciting taking place, the throwing of breakable objects to hit continues. Percy pulls out Animus and opens fire. The first is elegant and precise, despite the clunkiness of the pepperbox in comparison to what most people are accustomed to. The second equally so. And so it goes for the next three shots. The sixth and final shot is a little less precise, but still ultimately hits the mark.
So basically he just fucking wild west-ed a bunch of bottles, and he is very smug about it.] Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III of Whitestone. [He gives Cabal's Ruin a little sweep as he turns back to Tony, the arcane lightning on the underside of the cloak giving off tiny sparks for effect.] Inventor of the firearm.
[Jump-cut to Percy twelve hours from now screaming into a pillow.]