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fissionmailed2011-01-15 06:39 pm
colonelcrotchgrab) wrote in fissionmailed2011-01-15 06:39 pm
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BIG SWEATY GYM TIMES/TORTURE
[The Nexus gym is particularly loud and noisy today, as someone is in there barking orders like a standard drill sergeant, except the said orders are in Russian. The treadmill is rattling and rolling at a high speed, and there is the sound of feet clopping along on it in their frantic rhythm.
At the back corner upon entry, there is the large, imposing figure of Volgin, still quite large and still very imposing even in casual dress. He is currently overseeing the forced fitness regimen of one of the Raikovs he had come to grow some attachment to (as he is aware of clones in this place, but still grasping the concept). Fed up with this pattern of fattening Raikovs, the Soviet giant is determined to rectify the problem. Once a GRU colonel in charge of his own unit (in this Volgin's particular case), the proper care and maintenance of his men was a high priority and body shape was among those concerns.
No man looked like Volgin at his age without proper self-discipline! Like a good commanding officer, he feels it is his proper duty to keep his men in shape if they are so foolish as to let their discipline slip. There would be consequences.
Starting with this one.
Whenever Raikov's pace slackens, Volgin coolly holds a hand out, and a good electric probe to his asscheek helps him right back along. His face is locked for the time being into a stony indifference. No matter what sounds Raikov makes or how much he complains: There is a price to pay for letting such a beautiful body grow soft, and there will be correction.]
((OOC: Open post, anyone is free to walk in and interact in any way you see fit! Sometimes they're both there, sometimes Ivan is left there and Volgin is off doing something in another room. Pretty briefly, if he's out.))
At the back corner upon entry, there is the large, imposing figure of Volgin, still quite large and still very imposing even in casual dress. He is currently overseeing the forced fitness regimen of one of the Raikovs he had come to grow some attachment to (as he is aware of clones in this place, but still grasping the concept). Fed up with this pattern of fattening Raikovs, the Soviet giant is determined to rectify the problem. Once a GRU colonel in charge of his own unit (in this Volgin's particular case), the proper care and maintenance of his men was a high priority and body shape was among those concerns.
No man looked like Volgin at his age without proper self-discipline! Like a good commanding officer, he feels it is his proper duty to keep his men in shape if they are so foolish as to let their discipline slip. There would be consequences.
Starting with this one.
Whenever Raikov's pace slackens, Volgin coolly holds a hand out, and a good electric probe to his asscheek helps him right back along. His face is locked for the time being into a stony indifference. No matter what sounds Raikov makes or how much he complains: There is a price to pay for letting such a beautiful body grow soft, and there will be correction.]
((OOC: Open post, anyone is free to walk in and interact in any way you see fit! Sometimes they're both there, sometimes Ivan is left there and Volgin is off doing something in another room. Pretty briefly, if he's out.))
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He died soon afterwards. Not by my hand, although if I encounter that particular variant again... [Yes, Liquid. Admit you're homicidal towards that alternate of Volgin. That's smart.]
But then the dead never rest long here. Far from it.
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[Not that it meant that this Volgin, adjusting to the Nexus, was... kinder and gentler by any means. Not really.
Not at all.]
I believe he had his reasons.
[Or he did not. He never needed a reason for anything. As a matter of fact, this Volgin seemed quite amused.]
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[Liquid, on the other hand, sounded a little annoyed. It was a testament to his nature that he only sounded annoyed. A less controlled person might have simply fired the tornado-inducing musket that Big Boss had given him - what was it called? Tanegeshima? - at Volgin's scarred face the minute he saw him.]
I take it you would have done the same?
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[Volgin's tone was a pleased drift. With the way this man was talking and showing around his pretty face (he still was not sure if he had seen him somewhere), a torture demonstration was not sounding like a bad idea at all.
But, in his case, it would have been for his own
mid-life crisispurposes. Ocelot was a traitorous bastard, a waste of good warrior blood fit for death in his eyes.]no subject
[Liquid frowned, shifting his weight to one leg surreptisciously and bracing himself in case the man attacks him. Paranoia was often a life-saver in his case.]
You're a dangerous man, after all.
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[The giant seems pleased, although he is very much noticing his tension. It drew out another cruel smirk but not his fists, for now. There is a slow headtilt as he studies the blond Brit further for anything interesting on his person that might have caught his eye. Anything significant.]
I don't recall your face in particular, my friend.
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Hardly surprising, considering I was born eight years after your untimely death. Unless you were stalking your murderer as a spirit, you would not have encountered me.
[A pause. He's not sure if he should really be saying this.]
My codename is Liquid Snake. That should suffice.
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(It would have told him a lot of things.)
Now, the Brit's build was another matter: Volgin could very well see the appeal of a proper torture demonstration on the likes of that frame. He was not close enough to catch the blond's scarring, but the thought of it! Writhing and bleeding in the throes of electrical agony!
His other self had taste.]
Liquid Snake. A codename.
[His gaze darkened. Any relation to...?]
I knew a soldier with something quite... similar.
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Oh, I know. You may not have went down in the history books, but you are known, somewhat. If you look through the right classified files, at least.
[Evasion isn't usually his thing, but hell - he's a spy and a black ops soldier. He knows it's time to keep his mouth shut.]
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He curled his lip.]
Then you are well connected. Very good.
[Over Raikov's pounding on the treadmill, there was the softly audible strain of rubber as his fists clenched, a gesture and a warning for not cooperating.]
Humor me about what you know.
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[Liquid did not step back. He refused to show fear, even slightly. That didn't mean much of anything.]
You were killed forty-one years ago at Tselinoyarsk, Russia. You were planning to take over the world using a prototype combat vehicle known as the Shagohad. Fa- A man named Naked Snake intervened, however.
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You've done your homework. I'm quite impressed.
[A rolling headjerk, the man resembling a tiger as he made motions to stride, to prowl around the Brit if he would so let him. His scarring suggested some sort of completion to the illusion.]
It seems this "Naked Snake" means something else to you.
[The dog tag seemed to glint at him, catch his attention.]
What are the significance of these "snakes"?
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Something caught your interest?
[There's a warning note to his voice. Liquid does not like feeling as if he's prey. He scowls a little at the question.]
Traditionally, the animal part of the codename refers to rank, and the first part refers to a notable trait or skill. In my case, however, the designated codename is more of a statement of heritage. I don't know the significance of the actual animal.
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Snakes are sly, simple creatures that crawl in the dirt on their bellies. A common pest.
I would believe you are related to this "Naked Snake"?
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They must have gotten the names mixed u-]no subject
[He watched Volgin carefully, waiting for any sudden movements.]
He happens to be my Father.
[And you damn well bet that capital F was there.]
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[No doubt Liquid could feel a dangerous tension from the giant.]
Why shouldn't I kill the spawn of a man who took place in my downfall?
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[Liquid folded his arms over his chest, bracing himself.]
Why would you even bother? He hated us. The younger ones wouldn't care, the ones that know we exist wouldn't know what to think and the older one was killed by one of us anyway so why the hell would he care?
[At least part of it's a bluff, but it's a logical reason.]
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[A smirk, but Volgin's eyes narrowed.]
Then, we, your father and I, had more things in common: Fighting among ourselves to ensure the strongest of the brood.
He must have come to his senses in time, it seemed.
[A chuckle.]
Rearing soldiers.
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As to us... Let's just say the government was interested in preserving good soldier genes. With or without his agreement.
[He looks wary.]
Then what is that requirement? Or dare I even ask?
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He should have just defected with his mentor and saved himself a lot of trouble.
[A chuckle, a distant thought. Too late now.
The theme seemed to be returning to soldiers of staggering potential and the wastes all of them became.]
For you, screaming and pissing like a stuck pig.
[Although, he was enjoying this information this ... Spawn of Snake was giving him anyway.]
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[Liquid glared, his blood running cold. He wanted to punch that smug look off Volgin's face.]
Lay one finger on me and you will regret it.
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[The smirk gave way to a low laugh as he shook his head.]
A shame I am quite occupied with the proper care and maintenance of one of my own men.
[The giant was withdrawing, but Liquid was given one more side glance from the yellow-rimmed pupils as he returned to Raikov, his stride as confident as if he were not out of power and his own fortress still standing.]
A date for another day, I am afraid.
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Yes, good luck with that.
[Liquid whirls on his heel and heads for the door. He's going to go train in a different gym, kthx. And possibly never come by this one ever again.]