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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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? Well, look who it is. [He's just come here to gloat mostly. ...And also check up on you because you're a Big Boss.] Looks like you got in a fight with something and lost.

Hello to you, too.

[Big Boss smiled at the Ocelot's comment, chuckling softly.]

Hm. You don't know how right you are...

[Curious, Big Boss started poking around the cabinets of the apartment he'd just chosen as his own, he hoped to find something alcoholic. After the rough... whatever he'd just had, and getting his ass beat by a tiny little girl, he needed a stiff drink.]

Oh fuck yes...

[John managed to find a rather nice bottle of whiskey in one of the cabinets. Pulling it down, he got some glasses and filled them with ice from the freezer. Filling them both, Naked Snake helped himself to one of the glasses. He knew his Ocelot was more of a Vodka drinker, but he wasn't going to be a bad host.]

Surprising, I only knew you to lose to The Boss. [He saunters inside, casting an appreciative glance around. Bigger than his room. ~~probably not the only thing that's bigger~~] Don't tell me you're losing your touch, John.

[Ocelot doesn't mind whiskey. Vodka's good but he won't complain if it's sharing a drink with John. He picks up the glass with a smirk but doesn't drink yet.]

Heh...

[He took a long so sip of his own glass of whiskey, a soft sigh leaving him as he held the glass in his hand, watching the liquid shift around the ice for a moment.]

Over thinking can kick your ass just as fast as any blow can.

[Not wanting to dwell on that thought, he simply took another swig of whiskey. Usually he wasn't much of a drinker, but right now he felt like he might finish the bottle sitting not too far away from him.]

[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?

[EVA had watched the ordeal unfold. She had kept a close eye on Snake as soon as he had arrived in the Nexus once more. She didn't immediately sought out to converse with him, if only to see where exactly he planned on going to. She knew by now that not everyone in this place was as trustworthy as they appeared on the outside, but the same applies to her of course. For a woman who never revealed her true name, she could only be trusted so much before questions were asked.]

[Silently, the femme fetale followed Jack back to his apartment. She hadn't a gift prepared for him other than perhaps herself.]

[A declaring rattle on the door gave her presence away.]

You've seen better days.

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.]

[Still a bit on edge, Naked Snake quickly looked up, eyes settling on the rather nice rack that was now standing in his door way. He must really be losing his touch if he didn't hear her approach. Big Boss wasn't entirely sure how he felt about seeing this particular blond standing in his door way - there were a host of mixed feeling that he didn't exactly want to sort out right this second.]

True, but I've seen much worse.

[His attention hesitantly returned to the apartment's kitchen, digging around to see if there was anything decent to eat. He wasn't really in the mood to really make anything so the secret agent eventually settled on a can of beef stew. Locating a can opener, he went about opening it. Once it was, he grabbed a fork and proceeded to start eating there at the kitchen counter. His eyes, of course, eventually drifted back up to see a certain Chinese agent he'd originally met during Operation: Snake Eater, actually looking her in the eyes this time.]

Hope you're fairing better, EVA.

[It had been a good while since EVA had spoken to a version of Big Boss this young in appearance. She was very much aware of how delicate their relationship was, depending on what time Jack came from. She had met two others in the Nexus, both from varying times during the Snake Eater project. One was from after her supposed betrayal, but this EVA had yet to even claim the Snake of her world yet. Volgin was still very much alive much to her dismay.]

As have I.

[Taking that gaze as an invitation to enter, the spy strolls into the room at a leisurely pace and wanders into the kitchen. Her fingers curl around a chair, but she opts against seating herself for the time being.]

I can't complain. It's been quiet around here but I do what I can to make my day that much more interesting.

[A smile teases its way onto her glossed lips.]

Seeing you here is a diversion of my usual routine but I always manage to make time for a Snake.

[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.]

[There's spurs jingling outside his door, an Ocelot passing by. He looks just like any other '64-Ocelot, the only difference being a single dogtag around his neck instead of a bullet.]

[Looking up from the cupboard he was neck deep in, he raised an eyebrow, peeking towards the door.]

Adamska...?

[Had he finally managed to come back?]

[Ocelot pauses by the door to glance in. Spotting Big Boss, he leans on the frame and smirks.]

...Hello John.

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.]

[Quickly looking over the other man he, at first glance, thought it might be his Ocelot until he spotted the dog tag - nope. This wasn't the Ocelot he was looking for. The Ocelot he knew would be devastated to be without that bullet around his neck.]

You have some where to be or just passing through?

[He balanced his attention between the blond in his door and his search for something to eat.]

Passing through.

[He invites himself in, striding into the room until he's close enough to see what Big Boss is doing.]

I haven't run into your kind in a long time.

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...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.

[The EVA he'd known had been a firecracker from his dealing with her during Snake Eater to her eventual joining of the Patriots. He raised an eyebrow as he listed, always working to keep an eye on the other individual. John also couldn't help but smile at her comment about making time for him.]

You've never been one to like quiet, EVA. Glad to hear I can help break of the monotony.

[Reaching back in one of the cabinets, he raised both eyebrows, pulling out a bottle of red wine. Not exactly what he was looking for but he set it on the counter anyway as well as a couple of wine glasses. This, to him, was pretty funny.]

Care for some, or do you plan to drug it this time?

[The one-eyed man was only half joking as he spoke, though the invitation was by no means a fake. Either way, Big Boss was still letting the woman know that he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her.]

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.]

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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

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