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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[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.