Cry Wolf: Day Two

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[That familiar large TV flicks on to reveal a long table filled to the brim with fancy dishes, silverware, decorations, but not a single person in sight. Well, except for Ivan. He's currently gorging himself on some kind of meat and rice dish. After a few seconds of him eating, the Soviet swallows and wipes his face with an embroidered napkin, smiling up at the camera.]

Welcome back to day two~ I was just enjoying some lamb. Oh! Speaking of lambs...

[His tone turns dark, but amused as he leans his elbows on the table.] One of you has been picked off by the wolves, I think he goes by...Big Boss?

[Chuckles, placing his cheek in his palm.] And as for the young boy, Chico, well...he's been voted off. How cruel...

[Taking a gulp of wine.] You have 27 hours. Why the extra three? Who cares. I'll come back around halfway through the day to give you your clue.

[Ivan, out!]
[Poll #1784285]

((ooc: Due to LJ's 3-hour maintenance on the 5th, the post will have 27 hours. It'll end at 9:00 PM EST.
Or not, because I suck at time conversions and maintenance starts at 6:30 pm EST. But you guys can have the extra 30-minutes anyway~))

((CLUE IS UP! And it's been SOLVED!))

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[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin was running low on cigars now (two left! Two!). Frustration with being kept in a box and waiting to be slaughtered like patient cattle with his lover seduced by the funding of another, well... had him smoking almost constantly, and he literally had burned through his supply.

A day!

His indulged vice aside, he would describe this Liquid Snake as one of his better company, so far.

Nevermind that the last actual challenge he had cost him his life.]

Good boy.

[A puff of smoke.]

I had someone tell me once: If he's begging to live, you're not breaking him enough.

He was a good man. Knew his trade well.

[leashedliquid.livejournal.com]

[Though Liquid inwardly bristles at being spoken to like an obedient dog, he hides his irritation.]

Soon he is distracted. His eyes are far away. He's seeing blood.] He'll beg to die soon enough. Torture is more Ocelot's forte, but for Father I'll make an exception.

That man must have been a knowledgeable teacher.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

I took what he gave me and improved on it.

[A beat.]

Then I killed him. Suspicions of treason.

[Or he simply told them too much, and Volgin needed an untrained hand keeping tabs on him instead, but who had to know that?

But, Volgin paused.]

Ocelot, you say?

[leashedliquid.livejournal.com]

[Liquid don't judge.] War is no place for sentiment. Some men need killing.

Yes, Ocelot. I had the misfortune of having him for an underling once. A slippery and treacherous man - which, ironically enough, makes him the surest ally in this game.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Little love lost.

[Yet, Volgin paused again, narrowing his eye, a casualty from an Ocelot. Ocelot, every thread of that damn brat, was going to be the bane of the giant's existence, he knew enough.]

I'm not surprised.

[Volgin glanced about.]

... He's only an ally as long as it serves him. A clever wolf if I ever saw one, herding his sheep single file.

I've been watching him.