FIGHTFIGHTFIGHT

[endlesswarfare.livejournal.com]

[CRASH]

[Why yes, have a random fistfight scene in the middle of the hallway between A CERTAIN BIG BOSS AND A CERTAIN SELDOM SEEN ONE-EYED SOLID SNAKE. Who just crashed into a wall. Unf.]


Tch. Why am I not surprised that you got your ass handed to you.


[Feel free to witness/interrupt/whatever.]

The post in which Ivan finally gets a bath. Maybe.

[shotakov.livejournal.com]

[Wherever you are, you are likely to hear the echoes of an immense scream emitted from a traumatized, dirty little boy, about to be tossed (literally) into the tub and thinking he's going to die because of it.]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[D':]

[They just might be bouncing around your ears right now and giving you a headache.]

[[ Continued from here. For actuallyhornets but open to all! ]]

Fun with electroshocks and autofire

[endlesswarfare.livejournal.com]

[Torture chamber in the Den of Evil (tm) on the 4th floor.]

[While he's waiting for Ocelot to wake up (who's currently half-naked and strapped to an all-too-familiar bed), Big Boss is busy trying to treat that wound on his neck. Needless to say, it hurts like a bitch, and it manages to get quite some breathless curses out of him. Cue towel, disinfectant, compress and a patch. And a bloody shirt.]


Hrn.


[The tables have turned, to say the least.]



((for old_gunslinger))

It's time.

[nakedbox.livejournal.com]

[Finally healed from his last little venture. Well... as healed as he's willing to let himself get.]

[Private transmission to his team]

It's time to go on the offensive. Anyone who boasts their control of this place, we undermined them. Any way possible.

[/Private Transmission]

[Because he is a man of subtly. He has set up a number of charges through out the building. They are all set up in or on the Soviet base or on the Evil!Universes stuff. When in doubt, blow their shit up.]

[Public Transmission]

No more control. [click]

KAAA-BOOOOOOM!

[All those fun charges go off. All planted in important but low traffic areas.]

(no subject)

[leapinlilypads.livejournal.com]

[So far Mia has had plenty of luck opening up to all sorts of people.   Dispite some very embarrassing blunders,  such as that one time with Vamp at the masquerade ball,  the frog found things going smoothly for her.]

[On her quest to perfect her skills as an artist she again finds herself back in the Art Studio, which she has decided to move into.
She is now painting away on a new canvas diligently.  On the front of her door, she has posted two signs, one which reads:

WANTED:
male model

and on the other

Free art lessons

Seems like she is looking for work]

[[ inquire? y/n?]]

 

LOL TASTE OF OWN MEDICINE, ELECTROCUTION FLAVOR.

[old-gunslinger.livejournal.com]

[Old Emocelot Ocelot is not in terribly good shape. Might have something to do with what a certain malevolent Big Boss just put him through.

But true to the bastard's word, Ocelot was set free. So now he's back in the hallways, trying to remember where his Big Boss keeps that apartment of his.

He isn't walking too quickly, or too well. And his new, organic arm is tingling. But at least it's his, so it can't possess him.]

...shit.

[This is going to be a long walk back.]







((ooc: poke Emocelot and make him cry moar y/y?))

(no subject)

[a-false-queen.livejournal.com]

[Naomi has decided to come out of hiding for a bit]

Hm... it still looks the same as it was the last time I was here.

Food Not Included...

[solidsanta.livejournal.com]

It's been quite some time since Santa has checked his bag, simply because he's been exploring the perimeter and taking note of the area. He began to examine the contents of the bag on a random hallway, feeling that there is no imminent danger from this place. Upon examining, he noticed a rather strange and large box with a name tag attached to it. There were holes poked in all around it too... 

It began to move around a bit...

He went to reach other to grab it, until it made a startling noise. Something, that Snake wouldn't have thought any present would ever make.

"Quack!" it said.

The box shook quite a bit, sounding as if it was irritated. It made the noise yet again, this time it sounded pissed.

"Hrrn.." he groaned as he grabbed the present.

He looked at the name tag that was attached to it and immediately wanted to face palm as he read it.

"To Dr. Quack, From Your Friends from the Lab!" he read and gritted his teeth. He knew exactly who this Dr. Quack was and he just stared at the present, not sure if he really should deliver it or not to the one that's here. "Hrnn.. I somehow doubt she'll love this. Maybe it's tasty..."

Never mind the fact that animal that's currently in there shouldn't be alive now without food...

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[watashifury.livejournal.com]

[Fury feels quite silly, mayhaps because SOMEONE spiked his tea. He doesn't know who the hell did it, but whatever they spiked it with must be damn strong because he is reeling and not feeling too sober. Needless to say, whoever spiked his tea is dead when he finds them, because that is a waste of perfectly good tea. No it doesn't matter if he drank it all anyway. For now he seems to be stumbling down the halls in search of a room.]



((Botherbotherbother Y/N))

Cats claws need sharpening

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[This young Ocelot has been restless. Granted, he had rested an awful lot being in this Nexus, and his mind had been on several different topics all at once. It had exhausted him, being alone and thinking for as long as he had. But now it was time to start training again. He had to continue to live up to Big Boss and his standards. He couldn't let him down, especially with the amount of individuals here that distressed his timeline, like his 'sons'.]

[He had somehow ended up in the gym, punching a weighted bag to maintain some upper strength. He was lacking there, somehow. Probably down to the fact he hadn't sparred in so long--]

[Oh yeah, and the moustache is gone. He was too impatient to let it grow. Then again, he was still pretty young. There is some stubble again, however. He was in two minds about his self-image.]