http://youcanthideo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] youcanthideo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2011-10-10 04:32 pm
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As good an excuse as any.

[This place lacked the metal walls, grating, the arsenal of Shadow Moses. What appearance told him, thoughts in the vicinity would be quick to confirm. He tensed a hand in front of his mask, fingers splayed as he did a psychic sweep.

Nexus. Rooms. Room effects. Trapped. Kitchens. Alternates. Outside. Roof. Snake. Liquid. Big Boss. Raiden. Ocelot. Volgin. Meryl. EVA. Raikov. Otacon.-- He's heard enough. Unfamiliar names, but he would recognize them when he found them. ]

[So he was in the Nexus. According to these people, there wasn't an escape. He didn't detect an overarching psychic presence to imply mass manipulation, and he highly doubted it possible anyway. Being the most powerful practitioner of Psychokinesis and Telepathy in his time, it gave a good idea of what was--and wasn't--possible. Of course there were quite a few more fields associated with psychics that he wasn't apt in, but that was not the point:

Questions would be answered, but most would never be asked. If he could keep to as little socialization with these feral apes as he could, that would be perfect. A shame really, as he had enjoyed Shadow Moses. He enjoyed any excuse to kill as many people as he could. But surely there would be an excuse worth finding here as well.]

[Mantis took in a breath, distorted by the filter on his mask, and started forward. His feet remained inches from the ground, the coat and the belts along his arms billowing behind.]

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