//on the lonely rail

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, it's a not-so-often seen Otacon. And today, he's walking down a hall and back towards his room with a small cardboard box in his arms. In typical Otacon fashion, the box is absolutely full of spare parts, wires, and scrap metal. By all appearances he's back to his old tricks and obviously has something in mind to put those bits and pieces to use.

[It was a shame he couldn't have carried a larger box; there was only so much extra stuff he could fit into his labcoat pockets when he already carried a tranquilizer pistol. Oh, well. Hopefully he could find that room full of parts again if he needed anything else.]

Comments

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

Luck, huh? [Snake doesn't like relying on luck. Sooner or later it always runs out.]

I can handle him. Just let me know if he decides to start anything.

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

...I'll be fine.

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

...

[Right back where they started. Before Otacon can argue he takes the box of scrap from him and hefts it up onto a shoulder.]

So what are you planning?

[He's assuming it's not a giant robot.]