[ there had been a time in Ocelot's life when he'd been exceedingly unlucky. where it had felt like he was constantly outplayed, and moved around as a pawn in someone else's game. thankfully, somewhere along the line, his luck had managed to change. back home. he'd taken down most of the people who would use him as a pawn and forged ahead with his own path. here, somehow, he'd managed to avoid a similar fate that had befell his fellow Western enthusiast.

but then again, Ocelot had always been particularly gifted at avoiding detection and collecting information. and somehow, he'd ended up here. a smirk plays on the edge of his lips, wondering if perhaps he's coming face-to-face with a man after his own heart.

time to see. ]

I've been hearing a lot about you lately.

[ from one or two people he managed to question, at least. nothing concrete, but a rumour or two. ]

Olympia and Wyver haven't been the best of terms for years. [ something he'd been sure to look into for his fabricated backstory. ] So tell me something. Was this whole engineered disease meant to bring them together?

[ a pause ]

Or, did someone try to get them exactly where they wanted them so that they could make a play for more power?

[ it was a song-and-dance he'd seen a few times back home. and he knew he had to play his cards carefully. ]