fissionmailed | Remember Remember the 5th of November

[Deep inside one of the various rooms of the Nexus is an Ocelot. This room might be somewhat familiar to certain members of the building, but to those without realization of the location would be greeted by a pleasant Eastern European environment. Beautiful cityscape, quaint stores and coffee shops, and a dark sky with a bright moon overhead. The night life of this particular city was indeed a breathtaking sight to witness. Lamps illuminated the scope of the location above as though softening the features of the luxirious surroundings. Usually, it was fairly quiet at this time, but there happened to be a lot of bustling of faceless bodies surrounding the streets and out by the water.]

[There was a chill in the air that night and the smell of gunpowder lingered in faint wisps. The aftermath of Halloween encouraged a more subtle evening ahead for the 5th of November celebrations. It wouldn't be long before the fireworks set off.]

[Ocelot was sat outside a café of a street corner. He leaned his arm on the small round table before him, a thick cigar held securely between gloved fingers. He could feel winter creeping up and decided to adorn his coat. The memories of this place, it was where he had been pulled from in his world. So much had happened by being in this world, this Nexus, it almost seemed an inevitability that he would never return home.]

[But no matter how many times he fought with that debate in his mind, he found himself not caring about the slim chances of returning to 2014. His life was perfect here. This was his home.]

[As that thought passed him, a bright pink flash of light sparked in the night sky. Ocelot smirked and raised his cup of hot chocolate to his lips, sipping the substance calmly.]

_{((ooc: Bonfire Night! Come and enjoy the sights, sounds and smells. There's plenty of stores open due to the event and open stalls with hot food ready to serve. You can go anywhere you like. Just don't fall in the water if you want to get a really good view of the fireworks.))}

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[Managing to find his lighter, Fox lights up and lets out a grunt at the older man's accusation. While the scent of his adoptive father's personal hygiene items are tangible, Ocelot's own musk is still able to be detected by the perfect soldier's nose.]

Everyone has their own smell. Mask it though they try, the perfect soldier can detect it.

[Ocelot watched the other man with a minor wince. He could care less about Fox as he was now, but it was his alternate form that he opposed so greatly.]

I've managed to avoid confrontation with you, so tell me why you are behaving as a sourpuss.

You could say I'm merely passing the time. [It's no secret that Fox has never thought highly of Ocelot but he was adept at swallowing his venom, only baring his fangs when Jack was not around.]

Is that all? I would have pegged you as scheming something rotten.

[He bit down on his cigar, making indents with his teeth in the brown substance.]

But who am I to judge?

Foxes do not waste their time playing the cat's game. I have better things to do than "scheme", Ocelot.

Ah, well then. Good. I wasn't in the mood to fight this evening.

[He gestures to the table where he is currently sat, offering a space for Fox to take a seat. As much as he loathed the younger super soldier, Big Boss may show up. Ocelot was certain he would like to see at least some effort by his family to gel.]

[Despite his bitter remarks earlier, Fox offers the old man a brief nod before stepping forward and opting to join him at the table. His motives are the same as Ocelot's - tolerating the other's presence for the sake of the man they both admired.]

If I'd wanted a true fight, I wouldn't have wasted time with idle chatter. Had I chosen to fight you, you would have neglected to even notice me before I was on top of you.

You underestimate me, boy. You still have a long way to go before you have a chance to truly rival me in battle.

[He had the false hand to prove that, but was uncertain just how much Fox knew of his future.]

[Though Fox was blind to the events of the future, an Ocelot was still an Ocelot, no matter how you sliced him. Figuratively and literally.]

Merely because you insist on bringing a gun to a knife fight. In a test of pure strength, of flesh versus bone, you still have quite a distance to go until you truly rival me.

If it were not for your father, I would put that running mouth of yours to the test and challenge you myself.

[Ocelot massages his thumb along the brown paper of the cigar. He watches Fox with careful eyes, gauging his mindset. It was an incredibly difficult thing to do with a man so complex. There were very few people he had met who had been unreadable. The soldier was most definitely one of the hardest people he had attempted to figure out.]

[Despite his biting words and the way he constantly challenged the older man, Fox kept a certain air of calm about him. Though he'd bare his teeth at the cat, the fox never struck. To disguise any physical altercation between one and other would be a simple enough task - sparring was in itself a violent act, any battle wounds from a skirmish between the two men could be glanced at and passed over by Big Boss' eye, if the right lie were to be told.]

[But lying to his commander is one thing Fox cannot do. As much as he yearns to show his strength to Ocelot, he remains reserved and composed; a thin smile across his lips but no true emotion is capable of being read. The cunning fox prides himself on remaining an enigma.]

Continue to tell yourself that, Ocelot. Perhaps you will begin to believe it should you say it often enough.

[There was no need to lie to Big Boss. The old codger was a bit on the slow side at times but Ocelot knew he was aware of the bitter relationships brewing in his family. There were few people Ocelot could relate to and genuinely liked. Everyone else seemed to enjoy giving him a hard time, which was of course understandable. Ocelot was not a nice person on the outer surface. He dared not to think what the toll on his head was. Fights were inevitable, and sparring even more so. It had been a very long time since Ocelot had been given the opportunity to fight a worthy foe.]

[He lowers his cigar, catching Fox's eye.]

Perhaps a match would settle the fire that has been growing for all these years.

[Fox's lips curl into a thin smirk, a flicker of something sparking in his pale eyes. As always he's an animal on the offensive and unlike most who challenge Ocelot, the old man knows that Gray Fox isn't all bark - like an unpredictable dog, he could bite at any instant.]

Perhaps so... But I have no intention of explaining myself to Jack as to why your bloodied corpse is streaked across the floor once I'm finished.

Hmh~ You won't kill me. I have lived this long with people whose hate is far greater than yours. They haven't managed to take me down yet. I can't see how you could be any different.

[Ocelot rumbled deep in his chest.] Regardless, I have no intention of taking things too far. A simple bout of flesh and bone.

Remember Remember the 5th of November

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