...Am I Dreaming Again?

[lucidsnake.livejournal.com]

[Look, it's another Snake! However, there's something different about this one... (His bio is in his profile)]

"What's going on here?"

He quickly examined his surroundings. A series of long white hallways with equally unfamiliar doors surrounded him. He narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the spatula.

"James! George! I swear, if you made Jack and Otacon to go along with your pranks again, I'm gonna set my huskies on you two!"



*First time roleplayer. Please be nice.*

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[pickthechicken.livejournal.com]

Heh... Sounds like I haven't changed much. [Except he had less time for anime with the whole stopping the world from making Metal Gears thing. Eating was still a problem.]

Yes. I'm being serious. You and Liquid - er, James were cloned from his D.N.A. And it wasn't... with his permission. [Otacon adjusted his glasses.] So be careful around him, okay? I doubt most versions of him will be happy to see you. [And he lit the guy on fire but that was another story altogether.]

[lucidsnake.livejournal.com]

...I'm not...exactly sure what the proper response to this is. [...Does the father he met met knows that?]

[Then in a usual Snake fashion, he put the thought away so he can freak out about it later. There is still one question though...]

...Why is James a blond then?

[Casually sets the food on the table. Then goes to wash the pots and pans he used.]

[pickthechicken.livejournal.com]

Sorry about dropping such a big bombshell but I felt it was important you know this. Not all universes are like yours... or mine. Just be extra cautious around here. Here. [He dug into his pockets and pulled out a tranquilizer gun.] You should carry this around with you just in case. Do you know how to use it?

It has to do with genetics I think. Or was it that he dyed it? ... I don't know off the top of my head... but it must have to do with the cloning process. My specialty isn't genetics so I don't really know. Sorry.

[Otacon looked at the food, trying not to drool. It looked, and smelt, delicious.] Need help washing that stuff?

[lucidsnake.livejournal.com]

[Looks like a pro holding it. But looks at Hal strangely.]

...In your time, things have gotten dangerous enough that you learned how to use a gun?

[Super wash! He's good at what he does so he finishes pretty quickly and just dries the dishes.]
I got it. Just focus on eating.

[pickthechicken.livejournal.com]

... Yeah. Yeah, it has. In your world, is there something called Metal Gear? [Probably not but he figured he might as well ask. Hal knew Snake's world was in his past.]

Alright. [With a smirk, he sat down, poured the right amount of soy sauce, then began to eat his portion.] Wow. Dave, this is pretty good!

Nyoro~n Icon! : D

[lucidsnake.livejournal.com]

...Well, there's something like Metal Gear but it's called the Shagohod. But that was before my time.

[His back is facing you but you might notice his ears tint red.]
Thanks...

But of course!

[pickthechicken.livejournal.com]

Shagohod, huh? What's that like? [He had never heard of it.]

Man, I wish my Snake knew how to cook like this. We mostly get takeout. [He wiped his face.] Are you going to eat?