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Valentines Shenanigans

[Valentine's Day was not something that Liquid paid attention to. In this place, dates meant little, especially when you had little incentive to pay attention to them. He had never before honored the date of this particular holiday. It meant little enough to him for it to have slipped his mind entirely. He was, however, on the prowl for Ocelot. For such a blatantly noticeable person, he was awkward to track. Good grief. Eventually, he simply lifted his hand to his ear and activated the codec.]

[CALL: PUSH SELECT]

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[Ocelot took to a silent movement, or so he believed. He walked slowly, listening for the rustle of plants, moving in the direction of the initial footprints.]

[A leaf fell in front of him. He thought it might be an animal, but then he caught a glimpse of skin through the foliage.]

[He could have gone for the mk.22 for some easy shots, but Ocelot was overconfident, as usual. With the stealth camo, he wanted to surprise Liquid by grabbing him. So he started climbing.]

[Liquid stilled, hearing the sound, and suddenly bolted off to the left, disappearing into the greenery. He moved fast, using his rare agility to leap from tree to tree before suddenly dropping, rolling and hiding behind a tree. He closed his eyes and listened for Ocelot.]

[The sound of his spurs approached Liquid, casually and slowly, taunting him with his patience.]

[Liquid didn't move straight away. It was a moment before he casually leapt up onto a treebranch, somersaulting away to break any trail before dropping down and hiding crouched beneath some bushes.]

[Ocelot smiled to himself as he watched Liquid jump away into the foliage. He lost sight of him, but saw which direction he went.]

[He moved slowly, looking for signs... footprints, fresh leaves that were out of place...]

[Liquid didn't move, hidden beneath the bushes as he was. He barely even breathed. He could hear Ocelot's movements and knew he was close. He'd have to move soon. Closer. Closer.]

[He didn't have a fix on where Liquid was hiding, but he guessed that the man wasn't far. He started to speak in a low mocking voice.]

I'll find you, Liquid. I've hunted down the best of my enemies. We were taught how to track in Spetsnaz.

[And there was Ocelot's biggest mistake. Liquid didn't rise to it, listening to the voice to get a fix on Ocelot's location. Not far then. Time to move. He crept almost silently from his hiding place, moving away from Ocelot and trusting in the bushes he'd been hiding under to shield him from sight.]

[Liquid's mistake might have been not staying perfectly still. Ocelot heard a rustle of leaves. He didn't know if it were an animal or his lover, but he had enough ammo to spare for guesses. He shot at the source with a dart.]

[OW]

[Liquid caught his breath sharply, tugging the dart out and throwing it aside as he sprung to his feet and bolted. He felt a little dizzy from the dart, but the dosage wasn't nearly enough to bring him down. Not that easily. Being hunted was odd.]

[BRAVELY RUN AWAAAAY.]

[Ocelot shot again, running after the now-visible man.]

I'll take you down, James! You can't escape from me!

[Unfortunately for Liquid, the sheer luck of avoiding that dart was countered by the fact he suddenly found himself caught in a snare trap. Without thinking, he grabbed his own tranquilizer pistol, aiming and firing blind in the direction Ocelot's voice came from.]

[Ocelot yelped as his stealth camo unit was struck by the dart. The cheap thing sizzled and died, causing the cover to ripple away and show him. He ducked aside, using a tree trunk for cover.]

[Drawing his knife again, he reached up to slice the ropes, grateful for his high level of flexibilty. He hit the ground hard, grunted and rolled over to get to his feet.]

Oh, what. You can't stalk me without the use of toys, Ocelot?

All's fair, Liquid. [He leaned around the tree trunk and shot several times in Liquid's direction.]

[Liquid hurled himself aside, taking one of the tranqs as a penalty for getting caught.]

With that said, I won't go easy on you, either!

[He threw himself back into the greenery, his feet skidding in the soil as he landed before running.]

Run all you want, hiding's not helping you. [Ocelot scowled and moved to follow.]

You've not taken me down yet!

[This time, however, he doesn't plan on hiding. He keeps running, relying on Ocelot's spurs and clothing to to alert him if the man catches up. He's trying to think of a way to turn Ocelot's traps against him.]

[Ocelot isn't out of shape, but he can't keep up a sprint like Liquid can. He falls behind, losing sight of Liquid and unable to determine how far ahead he is, though Liquid's footprints are much easier to follow now.]

[The sound of the watch catches him by surprise. Ocelot hesitates long enough to curse to himself. Then he looks around him for a place to hide. He quickly leaves the trail, going through the brush, and finds a depression in the ground behind a large tree where he can crouch down with his arms over his knees, making himself small, while he tries to catch his breath as quietly as he can.]

Ah-?

[He blinks and looks down at the watch, coming to a halt. Now this will be interesting. Ocelot doesn't have his stealth camo after all. Still, Liquid isn't taking any chances. Drawing the MK .22, he backtracks towards the last place he saw Ocelot.]

[Ocelot has to admit to himself, there's a strange feeling attached to hiding from a hunter, even if it's all just for play. The other role is one he's far more accustomed to.]

[He presses himself against the roots of the tree and reaches for his own gun when he hears the faint sound of footsteps.]

[Liquid stills, looking around for any sign of the man. He keeps himself hidden too, pressed close against a tree and listens for a moment.]

[He keeps his breathing tight and controlled, holding still, not knowing if there's Liquid or an animal or nothing at all nearby.]

[But it's not in his nature to keep still and patient. Despite all his work, real patience was never one of his most-employed tools. He uncurls himself slowly, listening for any sound, carefully standing into a crouch and looking around for anything out of place, as he takes slow steps towards a darker part of the woods.]

[Liquid readies the gun, his sharp ears picking up on the faint noise of footsteps. Attacking right now, however, would be a dangerous move. He would need to judge the distance quickly and fire and Ocelot could easily escape if he judged wrong - or fire back if he felt like cheating. Liquid already has the disadvantage of being slightly dizzy from the tranq rounds he's taken. He waits for just a moment before he steps out from behind the tree, aims and fires.]

--Son of a bitch! [Ocelot can't help but swear when he sees Liquid and feels the tranq stick into his shoulder. He turns and sprints away... and a second later, realizes he's in a familiar area, but is too late to stop himself from stepping into a snare trap.]

[He yelps as he's suddenly yanked feet-first off the ground. Surprise quickly turns into frustration, and he flails in an attempt to get loose.]

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