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Anybody get the Number off that Freight Train?

[Suddenly, having spent the past several days in that same Storage Closet in Groznyj Grad, (it was hard to tell being that he was indoors, inside of a box, with no windows, so it was kinda hard to tell the passing of time) John Doe, better known as Big Boss and a host of other code names, suddenly was back in the Nexus it seemed. Growling, not the most comfortable landing he'd ever done but not at all hurt, John got to his feet, brushing himself off. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, looking around. He saw a rather large blood stain on the floor as well as bullet shells, broken pots and pieces of a door scattered about the hall not 10 feet away from where he was originally - well, obviously, whatever decided he needed to be here at the Nexus has a sick sense of humor. That, obviously, was the spot where that girl had sent him to make his maker again.]

God damn my luck...

[And so, Naked Snake set about to find himself an apartment again, sore and tired. However, this time, he made his way a couple floors lower, away from the crazy psychic girl. He decided that it'd be a good idea to not neighbors with a vendetta. Finally finding a nice place, plenty of room for two, for whenever he managed to find Ocelot again, he made himself at home, leaving the door open as he went about checking the place out, taking off his belt with all his gear and setting it on the couch.]

Finally... Mission Accomplished I guess...

[(ooc:so yes, this Big Boss is back; you're welcome to stop by and say hello as he settles in or bring him a house warming cake or... whatever...)]

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[He's never know John to over think. If you know what he means. :'D]

Or it can get you out of an ass kicking. [Adam smirks, sipping a bit of his drink. Not that it's too strong for him but he doesn't trust this place to treat him kindly while he's drunk.] If you know how to use it to your advantage.

True enough, but I doubt that's the case with a psychic.

[Shrugging Big Boss picked up his glass again, finishing the last of the alcohol before pouring himself another glass. The over-thinking had lead to hesitation and tons of costly mistakes - not smart at all.]

Eh, doesn't matter now.

[A long sigh left John, moving to sit on the nearby couch in the living room. He was still able to see Ocelot in the kitchen thanks to the apartment's open floor plan.]

At least I'm out of that godforsaken storage room.

[Snorts] Right. Psychics.

[He follows because there's no reason for him not to trust John. He sits on the opposite side of the couch, drinking again.] It couldn't have been that bad. Unless you didn't have any food in there. Or are you getting soft on me?

[Big Boss snorted at even the possibility of him getting 'soft'. Really... of all the silly ideas...]

Hell no. It's nothing like that. It's... a bit more complicated than that.

[Crossing his legs, Naked Snake set his glass down on the nearby end table, his right hand moving to scratch his jaw as he thought. Where to start was the question.]

You don't happen to remember the storage room on the first floor of the East Wing Weapons Lab in Groznyj Grad do you?

Complicated. I gotta hear this. [He settles in to hear the story, taking another sip.]

[At the question he raises an eyebrow.]It was more Raikov's territory than mine but I went in there a couple of times. Why?

[Ah, Raikov... that was a name Big Boss sure LOVED hearing (not really)]

This is going to sound crazy, but...

[John sighed, taking another sip of his whiskey, bracing himself for the word that were about to leave his mouth.]

So, I think I told you the first time we bumped into each other that whole weird, reset thing where I'd lived my life, died, and then was put back during the time of Operation: Snake Eater.

[Shifting Naked Snake rested his elbow on the arm of the couch, resting his cheek against his palm as he leaned against the arm of the chair. His brow furrowed, the soldier trying to sort out the details in his mind before he spoke.]

Well, the fight I ended up in, well, I got killed. Where did I end up but in that goddamn storage room, just like the last time. Only, this time, I couldn't leave it. Nobody came in the whole time I was there, too.

[An exasperated sigh left the one-eyed man as he finished telling his odd tale. It was a bit surreal overall.]

Then, after whatever decided I was done being there, poof, here I am again.

...Right. [He doesn't quite believe you but whatever.]

I hear that death here lasts three days. Maybe it was an illusion brought on by your ...death. [He still doesn't want to believe that a man like John could be brought down so easily. Sure he's kind of gay for him but he looks up to Snake in equal measures. He drinks deeper from his glass.] I haven't died here so I wouldn't know, though.

What happened to the other Ocelot?

Hn...

[Gritting his teeth, Naked Snake could tell the other didn't fully believe him. Though this wasn't the Ocelot he'd known, it still hurt for someone who he trusted so much to doubt him in the slightest. He had no reason what so ever to lie to Adamska. However, there was that whole difference universe/time thing... maybe that had something to do with it. He ignored the other's comments - it wasn't an illusion.

...

[Instead, he turned his attention to the other's question, one that had obviously crossed his mind many times]

Honestly, I'm not sure. We got separated; I haven't been able to find him yet. This buildings a lot bigger than I thought.

[Being an expert tracker, it should have been easy for Naked Snake to find the other man, but the trail had long since gone cold. Big Boss hadn't stopped looking, but he certainly was starting to worry that maybe something unthinkable had happened.]

[A self satisfied smirk.] You are getting soft. You're actually upset I don't believe you. I can read you like a book, John. [A very oddly written and "wtf is going on" kind of book. He sets down his drink.]

Yours or not he's still an Ocelot. Like I told you before, they rarely hunt in packs. If he has food, a place to sleep a cat will come back no matter where he's roamed to. [He stares at the other man, examining him.] You should know that by now.

Heh. But you're not him. So maybe you don't. [Ocelot will always come back to you. No matter what. ;A; Because you're Big Boss.]

Maybe... [Bullshit.] But I Guess 14 years of coma can just do just about anything to a person.

[Lifting his glass to his lips as he listened to the other's words; all of it he did already know and remember. He too a long slow drink, but he raised an eyebrow, one bit of it catching his attention. Even with as much as he had been drinking, which for a size of his height and build really wasn't that much at all, he still was sharp.]

I thought you said "Ocelots are proud creatures and prefer to hunt alone", back in 64'?

[A hint of a smirk teased the corners of his mouth, taking another long sip from the glass.]

...But, then again, you thought 12 shots were enough to stop me as well.

[He couldn't help but chuckle at the young man's cockiness.]

...Right. [He's read about it but he's never talked to a Snake about it.]

[That earns an Ocelot patented cocky laugh.] I didn't know you were writing my words down, John. [...Oh.] Snake. Whatever. [He tries to pass it off with a wave of his hand and pretending to be suddenly interested in the walls around them. He rarely calls Snakes around here John. Mostly because they don't FEEL like John.]

[But he counters the oddness by taking out his revolver, spinning it on one finger and turning to the man with a predatory smile.] 6 shots. More than enough to take down any snakes that get in my way. I'm not a kid anymore. 6 is all I'll need.

Hn...

[Raising an eyebrow at the other switching names Ocelot call Big Boss, he simply took another simply took another sip of his whiskey. Ocelot had made quite the impression of him during Snake Eater - was it wrong that he honestly remembered what the young solider had said to him? The other man's nervousness amused him as well, but he wasn't going to mention it. Sometimes you don't have to tell your left hand what your right hand is doing. John listens to the other man's words for a moment.]

Sure ...Or are you just covering for the fact that you gave one of your revolvers to me?

[Well, not literally him but... well, Either way he figured Ocelot knew what he meant - to a Naked Snake. His Ocelot had later told him about losing a gun well, but he wasn't about to nitpick what the spy said.]

If I needed another one I would have gotten one. [Yeah he did lose that third gun but we don't mention how he pretty much just dropped it. >___>;]Or maybe you're trying to slow me down a couple of seconds.

[He opens the gun to look in the chamber.] One shot left. [He snaps it closed again to spin it.] Up for a game? Russian Roulette.

[He has no intention of putting himself out of commission for three days and even he isn't cocky enough to bet on chance when it comes to his own life. ...Yet anyway but it's all about the lead up. The anticipation. The thrill of the hunt even.]

[Big Boss simply shrugged. Later, he knew Ocelot to start using two guns again. He could say what he wanted to, he liked playing with his revolvers far too much to only use one.]

Tempting... Thanks, but no thanks Ocelot. I think I'm fresh out of blank bullets, and I'm not exactly excited to try it with a regular one.

[He'd just had 3 day side trip himself, and he wasn't exactly in the mood to find out if he'd end up back in that storage room again. Better safe than sorry after all.]

There's only a one in six chance you'll die. Well. One in three since there's two of us. [He returns the gun to its holster.] But I don't blame you. Last time I played that game you got your eye shot out.

[He leans back, one arm on the back of the couch and stares at the ceiling.] How did you find this place anyway? Luck?

[He shouldn't be so relaxed but there's little point in trying to start a fight with this man. For now anyway. He doesn't want to count a CQC session out some time in the future of course.]

Yeah... still not liking those odds very much. Nothing personal, Ocelot.

[Big Boss would very much like to keep the one eye he still had, not to mention he'd had enough of getting shot for this week.]

Well, I guess we'll call it luck. After all that's happen, I figured it's more of just odds. With all the shit luck I was having earlier, I was bound to find something decent eventually.

Your loss. Do you not know my name? Or were you one of the ones I told not to call me by it? [He told a lot of people that so he can't so forgive him if he doesn't remember.]

I'm not an Ocelot. And you're not a Snake. [He reminds him, leaning over for his his drink again. He takes a swig then smirks.] We're men. With names.

[But he goes back to looking at the decor.] If you knew where to look you wouldn't have to rely on luck.

[He smiled a bit as he finished his second glass of whiskey, setting it aside on the coffee table.]

Of course I know your name, Adamska.

Keep drinking and you'll end up drunk. [Probably not a good idea around Ocelot. But hell, he'll finish off his own.] You said your life got reset. Why? Piss someone off?

[John ached all over; he wanted to be a bit tipsy so he didn't have to feel it, but by no means would he get drunk. Big Boss didn't want to be puking up everything later or have to deal with a hang over]

With the life I lead, probably. Who knows, really?

The life you lead. [But you're the best. ;A; I mean...you're alright he guesses. But he gets to his feet.] Good luck with finding your cat.

[He turns as he gets to the door to shoot a hand gesture.]

Heh. Thanks.

[Smiling, Big Boss waved other, thinking it might be better to find some actual food.]

[Yeah Ocelot'll just go to his room and I don't know...baww that nobody loves him or something. XD; He closes the door to John's room behind him-if the idiot is getting killed obviously he needs to practice a closed door policy. :|]

[Smiling as he saw the other close his door, Big Boss thought it was rather thoughtful of him. Getting up, John decided actual food to go with his whiskey was probably a good idea, locking the door while he was up.]

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Anybody get the Number off that Freight Train?

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This doesn't look very much like sleeping ; D ...Me either. OTL

What are you talking about? I've slept some... I'm actually having breakfast atm

Re:Mmm fooood. :'D

Totally going back to sleep after this though.

Re: I don't blame you. XD

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how do I not have a hand gesture icon oh god

Re:That's a good question

Re: That's a good question

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