[h2][color=9e0039]Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka[/color][/h2]
"I'll have you know, my name has nothing to do with that character," Vlad tried to say, only to cut himself off halfway through as Bonny's weapon turned to face him. He promptly remained silent as she gave her name and explained her weapon's functionality, frowning when referred to as "bosun", then smirking at her chainshot-based mishaps. "Sounds like a lot of work to maintain," he offered, moving around her to get out of her line of fire should her weapon go off accidentally. "But, first of all, I'll have you know that I'm at [i]least[/i] captain material, if not greater than that. Admiral material, maybe, whatever naval rank is highest. And secondly, [i]trigger discipline.[/i] You don't point your weapons at anything you don't want dead. I mean, I didn't expect much from your sort, but a brain regarding this sort of thing would at least be appreciated!" The annoyance in his voice was evident, and he almost seemed to have not noticed the subtly offensive use of "your sort" in his language, like it was an afterthought to the greater issue in his mind.

"Still, a weapon like Revenge has a lot of bulk to it," he continued irregardless. "It's heavy, so it's probably rather difficult to aim effectively, given momentum and all, and the only obvious melee option is to swing it at whatever gets near you; same problem, shorter range. Personally, I much prefer Maw and Breath." At this, he drew his weapons, making sure to keep his finger off of the pistol's trigger and facing away from himself and Bonny as if to make a point. "One's a claymore, one's a pistol. They're both big enough to pack a punch, but neither's so large that it obstructs movement the way that thing you wield does. And, they do this," he stated bluntly, demonstrating their shared capacity to fold out simultaneously, revealing the multi-dimensional beartrap present on each, then closing both after a second or two of display and returning them to their sheaths. "To trap foes and keep them close. Breath's can also be fired like a grapple to pull opponents in; I'm sure you saw that in action, though.

"So, any questions?" At some point, he realised with a blink, his tone had lapsed into smug superiority, as though his weapons were his pride and joy. To be fair, they held some value to him, but if worst came to worst, he could always buy new ones to similar or better specifications. Even so, he was curious to see how his new partner would react to his multi-topic spiel.

[@Turboshitter]