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fissionmailed2010-09-01 06:03 pm
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// Aa, sekai ga nijin de, soredemo suki de irareru ka nante?
[Otacon doesn't normally leave the sanctity of his lab, or the presence of his family, without due cause. When necessary, he detracts the MK4 from its near-constant surveillance of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
worlds_serpent to get what he needs, trusting in James to keep himself safe. But lately, he's starting to realise that while James has settled into this strange world, he hasn't. He hardly knows anyone, and thanks to his promise to Liquid, he doesn't even dare go into the rooms, even as he wants to see what they do with a childlike curiosity that's almost painful to ignore. The younger Liquid told him to learn to deal with the situation, that his confusion over recent events would pass the most he got used to the absurdity - and he has to admit that James keeps him out of the loop a lot. So he picks up his palmtop, syncing it to the laptop (in turn synced with the computers he had set up to control the lab and the MK4 with), the better to spy on keep a protective eye on James with, and slips out after securing the lab against intruders.
Nerves twist and churn in his stomach. The few people he has met here range from "strange" to "psychotic" and he still has bullet scars from previous encounters hidden beneath his jumper. Sometimes they still ache with phantom pains, as if Liquid hadn't painstakingly dug the bullets out and patched him up with painful and determined love in his every movement. But he can't let fear rule him. He won't. He's nowhere near the cowardly state he was in the past, the frightened little otaku that hid away in the locker at the first sign of danger. And he won't hide any more.
Otacon is out of the lab. Out of the house. And out into the Nexus.
Alone.]
worlds_serpent to get what he needs, trusting in James to keep himself safe. But lately, he's starting to realise that while James has settled into this strange world, he hasn't. He hardly knows anyone, and thanks to his promise to Liquid, he doesn't even dare go into the rooms, even as he wants to see what they do with a childlike curiosity that's almost painful to ignore. The younger Liquid told him to learn to deal with the situation, that his confusion over recent events would pass the most he got used to the absurdity - and he has to admit that James keeps him out of the loop a lot. So he picks up his palmtop, syncing it to the laptop (in turn synced with the computers he had set up to control the lab and the MK4 with), the better to Nerves twist and churn in his stomach. The few people he has met here range from "strange" to "psychotic" and he still has bullet scars from previous encounters hidden beneath his jumper. Sometimes they still ache with phantom pains, as if Liquid hadn't painstakingly dug the bullets out and patched him up with painful and determined love in his every movement. But he can't let fear rule him. He won't. He's nowhere near the cowardly state he was in the past, the frightened little otaku that hid away in the locker at the first sign of danger. And he won't hide any more.
Otacon is out of the lab. Out of the house. And out into the Nexus.
Alone.]
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[Just... what?]
Stork? [A slightly confused laugh.] We adopted her after her parents died. Her name is Sunny. She's very adorable, but easily recognisable from the kitchen utensils she carries with her. Don't smoke around her or she'll bash your knees in. She's seven. And yes. She cooks for us sometimes.
[Read: all the time.]
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[A slight laugh.]
I guess she is even in the other worlds too, since she was raised by Snake there.
[That's still a jarring thought.]
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[Burnt. Died. Screaming in rage as Liquid's bullets tore through him, broken and bleeding and determined to kill them no matter what. Nothing seemed to stop him. Except Liquid.]
-failed. So we adopted her instead.
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[He really doesn't understand this kid.]
He... died.
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