//hello darkness my old friend

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

[Otacon had managed to hit a stroke of good luck around here; things were nice, really nice. Even if he was in a bit of a weird place as far as relationships went, he was happy for the moment.]

[And then the lights went out as he was walking to the kitchen. Now Otacon wasn't exactly afraid of the dark, strictly speaking.]

I...Ivan? Liquid? A...anyone?

[He was afraid of what might have been in it.]

[For breakuliquid and eventually viscous_serpent]

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[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

[Walking quietly in the dark, Talib hears a familiar voice; that Hal Emmerich who claimed to be friends with his pet? He runs his hand gently along the wall, finding the doorway to the kitchen and entering. He waits, listening for sounds of movement]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, y'know what? Forget the sandwich, Otacon was just going to go back to his room and find a flashlight. He stumbled slightly, moving a little closer to the door.]

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

[There we are~! He body tackles the moving shadow the noise had come from, intending to restrain and confirm identity]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Ah--?! L-Let go! [Otacon struggled the best that he could, trying to push whoever this was off of him.]

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

[Contact! Talib is no longer blinded, his sense of touch and his training are enough to twist the man below him onto his belly and straddle him. Arms are pinned and a knife is suddenly very close to Hal's throat]

Hal Emmerich, I presume?

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

... [He froze up at the touch of cold metal, whimpering in fear.]

Y'yes...who're...?

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

[Smirks]

I believe we met before in a room. My name is Talib...

[The knife presses against the skin]

And I have a few questions for you~

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

...oh, god. You're...you're the one he told me about...

Wh-what do you want?

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

He told you about me? I'm curious now...what did my dear pet say about me?

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Don't talk about Liquid like that--! He t-told me exactly who you are.

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

*Snap*

[Sorry Otacon. You probably needed that finger. Talib smiles]

I can talk about my little whore any way I please...Or did he not tell you how he begged for my cock not a week ago?

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

[Otacon cried out in pain, trying to get away]

P-please...let go...

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

Tell me what I want to know and I'll think about it~

[He places a kiss to the back of Hal's neck as if in apology]

What did he tell you about me~?

[CALL]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

...Ivan? A-are you getting this?

[CALL]

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

Hal? Is something the matter? You sound shaken.

[Ivan himself is rather shaken, but for a different reason. Namely, the lights. In his chair, he's vulnerable at the best of times. Wandering around in the dark is far from pleasant. Luckily, however, he does have a torch. He shines the pale circle of light around, glad that nobody is there.]

[CALL]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

I th-think shaken's putting it lightly...l-listen, where are you? I don't want to be any trouble, but I-I need somewhere else to stay for a little while. Please. I don't want to be alone.

[CALL]

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

[He looked surprised, but nodded, fogetting the man couldn't see him.]

Where are you? I'll come find y-

[Wait. That wouldn't work. He swore in Russian beneath his breath, realising.]

...the elevators are down too, without the power. I can't get off my floor. Can you get down here? Is there someone who can bring you?

[CALL]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

I can handle f-finding you on my own. [Talib was dead, after all--scared as he was, Otacon could deal with whatever else there was.]

What floor are you on?

[CALL]

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

Third - I live there. I am in the halls - you will see the torchlight before you see me.

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

O-okay. Wait for me, I'll be right there. I'll s-see you soon.

[He hung up, pulling his shirt and labcoat back on before picking up a nearby messenger bag. After somestumbling around his room he filled it with a few emergency candles, some matches, his laptop, and extra batteries for the flashlight he picked up a moment later.]

[Otacon took off his broken glasses and slipped them into a coat pocket before fumbling with his extra pair and putting them on. Hesitantly--and gripping the lit flashlight like it was his only lifeline--he walked out and made his way to the third floor.]

I-Ivan...? Are you there?

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

[The light of his own torch picked up the man and he clicked it off upon seeing his torch was lit. He gave him a slight smile that faded the moment he saw the injuries.]

What happened?!

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

I...I'll explain as soon as we get out of the open. Where's your room?

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

[He frowned, but nodded.] This way.

[The room wasn't far; Ivan hadn't dared to go too far from it just yet. He unlocked the door, entering and holding it for Otacon. The room was a little untidy, books scattered over most surfaces, the occasional discarded weapon. A pie sat on the windowsill, next to a glass of water and a small bottle of pills. It was thankfully asleep. Other than that, the room was mostly empty, save for furniture.]

My apologies for the mess.

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

[He walked in, taking the bag off his shoulder and setting it on a chair.]

D-don't worry about it. I don't mind.

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

So will you tell me what happened?

[He lightly shut the door behind them, transfering himself from the wheelchair to the bed almost automatically. It was less painful.]