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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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[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.]