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Snowball fight, anyone? 8D

[James has been getting antsy and so, even though he's been warned that going into random rooms is dangerous, he's eager to take on any challenge today. Energetically, he flings open a random, seemingly normal door, and enters a room, temporarily blinded by a cold gust that suddenly kicks up snow.]

[Once the initial wind dies down, James finds himself in a pure white snowy field. It's nearly immaculate, fresh and untouched. There's an old log cabin off to the side and on its porch stands some kind of weaponry that James has never seen before. Very curious now, he rushes towards it, and starts to hear an interesting whirring sound...]

[... before he gets hit right in the stomach with a snowball, nearly losing his breath at the hard impact. He doesn't notice the TARGETS HIT: 0/3 counter above his head, either...]

((Welcome to the SNOWBALL FIGHT room! You must hit three people with snowballs in order to leave. :3 There are special snowball-shooting weapons stored in the log cabin if you can reach it... as for what kinds of weapons they are, I leave that up to you. :3))

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[Well yes, but he doesn't know that Dr Huey Emmerich's son had anything to do with that at all, yet.]

[Ahhh so cooold. Yes, the Shrimpyquid doesn't handle the cold at all well, unlike many of his alternates. He looks at the hot cocoa...Naah, he'll wait a little more.]

[Just in case.]

Ah, Emmerich? If I may ask a question...Why do so many of your alternates, ahh, see to have problems with me?

[Somebody who had looked a lot like the man before him - even age-wise - had actually tripped over him in his eagerness to get away. From him. Shrimpy still quite wasn't sure just how that had happened.]

[Hal grows quiet, staring into his cocoa cup as he arranges his thoughts.]

Has anyone spoken to you about Shadow Moses?

...I don't think so.

[A alternate of his brother did explain the ''staging a coup and trying to hold the world hostage with nuclear weapons' and 'trying to plunge the world into eternal warfare' thing, but the name 'Shadow Moses' never came up.}

[Hal sighs and begins explaining the basics of what had happened, pausing at the point where his world diverges from the more "normal" ones.]

In my world, you won. Snake was c-crushed under REX...[His knuckles turn white with his grip on the cocoa mug] I was caught and locked back in my lab. H-Hardly saw anyone for a month, just the guards changing. Eventually, I agreed to help Liquid, convinced myself I loved him, even.

[So much dotting goes here.]

[Why were so many of his alternates so damn stupid, anyhow?]

[Well alright, it wasn't like he couldn't make a couple of guesstimates - Just go die in a fire, Father Dearest. Seriously.]

[And now he is trying hard not to imagine David - well, his David - crushed beneath a big bipedal tank. Even more nightmare fodder a la Stupidbrother - Thank you, Emmerich.]

[Maybe he'll take a chance on the drinks in this room after all, since Emmerich seems to be all right. Hot toddy get.]

[And he's chugging it down, too.]

[And that's when the last thing Emmerich says hit him.]

...Um. Say what?

[It's the 'convinced himself I loved him' bit.]

Looking back at it, sometimes I think I might have been trying to kill him. You see, everyone I love dies...

A-Anyway...I was kept in isolation until I was so desperate to talk to someone that I'd call Snake's codec. H-He'd never answer, of course. I talked to him anyway.

Then Commander, the Liquid from my world, started coming by. Talking to me. Paying attention to me. I'm sure you know about Stockholm Syndrome...He encouraged the delusion so that I'd work for him. I h-helped him kill people. REX was my creation...

[He's shaking slightly, the recollections taking a toll on his psyche.]

[...Dot dot dot.]

[Well OK, so Emmerich isn't unattractive, but - ]

[Seriously. He likes girls better.]

...Do all of my other versions turn into some kind of demented Father Dearest Lite, or something?

[Awkward patting on Otacon's shoulder.]

I'm sure not everyone you love dies, Emmerich. I mean, you do love yourself, right?

[Yes, it's a bad joke but it's the best he can think of for the moment.]

[Strained smile. He's trying, really.]

No, there are some here who aren't like how C-Commander was.

[Hal smiles weakly, trying to regain his composure as best he can. And ignore that last question, because he really didn't.]

I live with two, actually. They're both much different from him.

...Really? Could you tell me about them?

[More less crazy alternates? Do tell, please.]

[He's bringing you some of the hot toddy he was drinking, by the way.]

[He sort of noticed you ignoring that last question, and winces inside.]

[Hal nods and tells him about

whyamisobritish, the younger Liquid from his time in Iraq. A strong man who's spent years in the nexus, a kind man who would help someone like Hal, a loving man who'd rescued Hal from his Commander on more than one occasion.]

[More hesitantly, he describes

3650daysofhell, the Liquid who never made it out of Iraq. Thin and mad with hunger and thirst. Abuse evident along every line of his body. Still strong and proud, despite no longer remembering his native language or his own face. He still doesn't realize "Absalom" is another Liquid Snake.]

[James nods, and thinks he'd like to meet the first one, but what Hal tells him of the second one makes his blood run cold.]

[In his world, it was David who went MIA in Iraq, and James was yoinked here just in the middle of Operation Get Stupidbrother Back.]

Uh...

[The Shrimpyquid may be looking a bit sick and glum, now.]

[He bites his lip regretfully, wishing he hadn't stupidly told him so much.]

S-Sorry...I shouldn't have brought that up, I guess...

...No, no, it's not your fault.

[Think think think. Well, it's not like telling him this would harm David in any way - Not while they were stuck in the Nexus, anyway.]

In my world, it was David who went MIA in Iraq.

Oh no...H-How long ago..?

[Hal could hardly stand the thought of either Snake getting into that sort of situation.]

...A year and...8 months.

[Inner raaaage. He still would never had known that his brother was alive if it wasn't for a...certain person overhearing things, and then telling him about them, despite the rather real risks involved.]

[He swallows with difficulty, mouth gone dry.]

Can anything be done?

...I was trying to, when I got pulled here. [Siiigh.]

[Arranging an end run around Father Dearest had been the most difficult part, actually - He couldn't trust him worth a damn, at that point.]

[Thank goodness Father had been distracted by many things at the time.]

They said that it was really him, and then - bang.

[Oh, well, his Team was good, they could get out of their even without his help, but really, Nexus!]

I...Thank you. F-For trying. [No one had tried for Liquid, as far as Hal knew.]

I think time sort of pauses when we come here. That's the general consensus, anyway. You'll still be able to rescue him when you get back.

[Yes, that was what he had gathered, but.]

I hope so, too.

[Siiigh.]

So, uh - You like it here?

[Awkward small talk go!]

[Yay, awkward small talk; something he was familiar with!]

I do. I wouldn't leave f-for anything. [Not too unexpected, considering his world.]

What about you? I mean, if you didn't have to worry about Snake...

Well, there are - things I want to do back home.

[Like go to school, or get married and have children and stuff.]

[The school was one thing, but having biological children in his case probably would involve a fair amount of high tech which didn't exist yet, so he needed money for that. And to get that -]

[Sigh. Oh, well, who said that life was easy.]

I guess you have a point. Most everyone here have lives they want to return to.

[Not like Hal and his Liquids, who have little to return to.]

J-Just don't try to take over the world or something, okay?

[....Sneeeerk.]

I wouldn't.

[Well, not by military force, anyway. Trying to get enough money to buy the world or something like that didn't count, right?]

[He liked setting his sights high and all that.]

[James sighs]

Your world is in bad shape, huh?

[Hal nods and takes another sip of cocoa.]

Outer Heaven is beginning.

[And there's no one to stop it.]

...Outer Heaven?

[Wasn't that Father Dearest's little - project?]

What do you mean?

Snowball fight, anyone? 8D

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