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.))

Comments

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

... you are a disgrace to the Liquid Snake name! How dare you not be able to hear yourself speak. Solid Snake would be able to hear me. You are not worthy of holding the Snake name!

[He had to have heard that. Insults were one thing that was heard no matter what]

[starofchaos]

[But no. Liquid heard nothing of the other man's voice. Sad. So sad. He opens the door to his apartment, finding it empty.]

Hm... Ocelot's not home yet?

[A slight frown and he sets off in search of the man, locking the door first.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

... you must be joking.

[Wait, wasn't Ocelot the Sorrow's son? The man must at least be able to hear him.]

[starofchaos]

[Now where would Ocelot be? He's pretty much wandering blind here.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[Good question. Liquid was going to leave his counterpart now, looking for the young major.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[He's... around. He's hanging out in one of the bar rooms, though he doesn't have a drink at his table yet.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Ocelot.

[Have a ghost!Liquid, Ocelot. A one-armed, annoyed, and worried ghost!Liquid]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Good thing Ocelot didn't have a drink to spit.]

[Not that ghosts are usually surprising, but there seemed to be a lot less of them in the nexus.]

Liquid?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Good. You're far more observant than your lover.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot's mouth twitched. He frowned angrily.]

How could you let yourself die, you son of a bitch...

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You say that as if I was trying to die this time, Ocelot.

[He had been relatively calm until now. Being in the presence of one who knew what it all meant started to weaken his calm shell, coming out in a slightly snappish tone.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

You're too strong to die... I've only heard of FOXDIE killing your kind, and that's not here. What the hell could hill you?

[Ocelot swallowed, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by something close to frustration.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

A bullet to the back that ripped through my chest.

Damn it, Ocelot. I hadn't expected this from Talib. Not his recent ally.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[His hands twitch like he wants to grab Liquid... but he doesn't, knowing his hands would just go through him.]

Who?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Hal. An Otacon. I cannot fathom how it happened.

[A feeling overwhelmed him. He couldn't feel anything around him. He went through it all. He couldn't touch anything, anyone-]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[He sneered visibly at the thought... such an underwhelming person, killing Liquid...]

I'll kill him and Talib.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

It's perhaps too late for Talib. He was bleeding out when I was shot.

[Liquid reached out, trying to touch Ocelot. He just- needed a connection to life.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot flinches at the contact, feeling a cold jolt.]

Nghh...

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I can't touch you. [He pulled his hand back, balling it up in frustration] I can't touch anything.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

Well I felt it.

[He rubs the spot Liquid touched, as if he were cold.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I still can't- I can effect you. But I can't feel it. This doesn't feel real.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

Not comfortable, huh?

That's probably why spirits like you keep using me.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

... if a ghost stops being a ghost here, I wonder what happens. If the spirit's at rest, does it come back?

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

True disappearances seem to be totally random.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

It seems as if it's worth... testing.