Nice work you did. You're gonna go far, kid.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[In a hallway, Liquid sat up suddenly. A dream? Had he pulled a Mantis and just... walked out here in his sleep? That was a disturbing dream if that was the case. Hal holding the smoking gun right at him, Talib calling him an ally of his- He was under a bit too much stress with that man around. Liquid stood, reaching for a nearby doorknob.]

[And watched his hand plunge right into the door]

[... no. No, no, no. He couldn't be dead, not at Hal's hands. It was a trick door, one the Nexus-]

[He wasn't actually touching the ground.]

... damn!


((Context? You say you want context to this ghost? ... fine.))

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[littlesoviet.livejournal.com]

[Ivan walks by as Liquid sticks his hand through the door, and he instantly freezes in terror.

He's never seen a ghost before, after all.]

G-g-g--

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[Liquid looked up and who was this kid? He'd never seen him before]

You. Who are you?

[littlesoviet.livejournal.com]

G--[Squeeeeak]

[He stares wide-eyed at Liquid, like a deer in headlights.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

... can you hear me, little one?

[littlesoviet.livejournal.com]

[Nod nod]

... [He's still tense, but slowly easing up.]

[starofchaos]

[Odd. Liquid can feel a chill here, although he's not sure where it comes from. It's rare for him to notice cold; usually it's ignored by his senses to the point where he half-believes he can't feel it. Oh well. He'll just keep walking. And draw his coat tighter around himself.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[That was unpleasant. Having someone walk right through him like that- Liquid was going to try and avoid that in the future.]

Are you just going to ignore your dear dead brother?

[starofchaos]

[There's no response from Liquid. As proven in the past, he can't see or hear ghosts unless they're possessing someone. He fastens the coat up deftly, pausing to glance back at that odd cold patch with a puzzled expression on his face before turning away again.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Damn you, Brother! You will listen to me when I talk to you. [And he followed, annoyed that his alternate wasn't responding]

[starofchaos]

[Liquid couldn't listen to what he couldn't hear. There was an odd feeling to the area, certainly. But other than that, he noticed nothing. Disregarding the strange coldness, he simply headed back towards his home.]

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

[Snake's wandering the halls, looking for his brother.]

[It's a holiday, right? Oughta be spent with the people you care about.]

[It's more than a little concerning to get nothing but static on the radio, though.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

...

[Oh hell. Not this Brother... he would never hear the end of letting himself die if he managed to see him.]

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

[Snake checks the radio again, calling Liquid's number and receiving nothing but static. A worried look crosses his face.]

Hn...

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

...

Keep walking, Brother. There's nothing on this floor for you.

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

[He pauses and looks back at the radio. It hadn't been working a second ago; was he imagining things? He dials again, just to be sure.]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

[It was a little hard for him to see ghosts even after dying here, but a minute of getting adjusted and he realized--oh god no.]

Liquid...? What...what happened?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Hal Emmerich.

[He... sounded concerned. Normal.]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Wh... [He took a breath, trying to stop himself from breaking down at te sight.]

...what happened? W...was it Talib again?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

... he has a new friend. One of you.

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

What?!

[He sounded angry--strange thing, for an Otacon. His hand went to his right arm where there were still the barest traces of scars shaped like Arabic lettering.]

...that's not possible. I would never--he'd have to kill me, I wouldn't hurt anyone--!

[worlds-serpent.livejournal.com]

...

[When Liquid spoke, his voice was steady but with a clear undercurrent of restrained anger.]

...Who was it?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Brother.

... a broken Hal Emmerich.

[worlds-serpent.livejournal.com]

[That was not the answer Liquid expected, and the look on his face proved it.]

...what? One of them actually...?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I'm quite aware of how ludicrous it sounds, Brother. And it's true. Talib seems to have a new ally.

[worlds-serpent.livejournal.com]

[The look of surprise immediately turned to a vicious snarl, as if saying that name was like flipping a switch.]

I'll kill him--!