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*Mantis's breathing was becoming slower and shallower as he talked to Snake, but he was not ready to leave just yet. He still had a few tasks left at hand.*

If you want to find your future... go through that door.

*The bookcase in the back of the room slid to the side revealing an opening.*

This is the first time I've ever used my powers to help someone...

*He could feel himself slipping away.*

It's strange... it feels...

*he was struggling even more, his breathing making the last word difficult to say.*

Nice...

*Once he managed it though he felt his body go limp, and for a moment he could feel nothing. He must be dead now, or at least that was what he thought. But something strange seemed to occur. He realized that he could feel a floor beneath himself again, and he heard voices nearby. They didn't belong to the girl Meryl, or the soldier Solid Snake. He opened his eyes and slowly got back on his feet.*

This must be purgatory.

*He started to float down the hallways looking for the sources of the voices he had heard.*

((OOC: Have a [living] Psycho Mantis shortly after when his death should have occurred in MGS1 :) ))

[I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[There is a Solid Snake looking for a room that has ice cream sundaes as part of an experiment as suggested by a rather pudgy Otacon. Snake is pretty sure he will happen upon it much sooner than later as this trick always seems to work. It's not before long when he stumbles into a room that is identical to a Cold Stone ice cream parlor.]

This...is better than I imagined.

[[ooc: It is exactly what it is. For fatacon but all can enjoy.]]
[[Come and have some ice cream. For the love of all that's Holy, don't let Snake eat it all!]]

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[noactionhero.livejournal.com]

If there was one thing that Solid Snake learned in this mission, it was to expect the unexpected at all times. However, upon opening his eyes and finding himself in a building with a completely different structure than Shadow Moses, shocked didn't even begin to cover the emotion that Snake felt as he picked himself off the ground.

The last thing he remembered was that he had barely managed to survive against Revolver Ocelot's electric torture for him. It hurt like hell, feeling all those tiny little bolts of electricity go through him, but he'd be damned if he was going to give into the torture. Not only because he wasn't the type of guy to give in so easily, but also because he had Meryl to look after. Naomi could give him as hard of a time as she wanted about the girl, but if there was anyone who didn't deserve to be roped into all of this, it was her. And after hearing a couple people refer to Ocelot as a torture specialist, he certainly didn't want to even try to imagine what he'd do to a rookie soldier, such as Meryl.

But now, he was topless, weaponless, and felt sore in nearly all parts of his body. That part he was expecting, as the last thing he remembered, before passing out, was being dragged out by two guards. So why didn't he seem to be imprisoned right now? Had someone broken him out? Didn't seem very likely, but there was a minute possibility that the ninja running around, or rather, Grey Fox might have had something to do with it. However, even if that was the case, the halls seemed too clean and not nearly blood-stained enough to indicate that he had been around.

Even if he was home free though, this didn't mean that his mission was over! He had to save Meryl! He had to stop Liquid and the others from launching a nuke! He couldn't just stand around and lament on this odd situation!

So he quickly took cover behind a wall, quickly scanning his eyes around the area for hints of any familiar landmarks he had memorized of Shadow Moses. Seeing nothing, he bent to the ground, and rose a hand to activate his Codec.

"Colonel, this is Snake! Can you read me?!"

Hearing nothing in response, Snake growled lowly in frustration. Great. He didn't know where the hell he was at, and his commander for the mission seemed to be offline. He also tried contacting Master Miller, Mei Ling, and Otacon, but all attempts came to no avail. Thinking for a moment, he then tried tuning the frequency to 140.15, but as expected, no response came of that either.

"Hnngh..."

Now he really was all alone, huh? Well, he supposed that the only thing that he could do was find a way out. Clinging himself to the walls, he set out to do just that, peeking his head from the corner every once in a while, to make sure no guards were on his ass. After all, one could never be too safe.



((Have a MGS1 Snake. This one comes from directly after the torture scene, so he still doesn't know about most of the deal behind Shadow Moses. Because this mun thought that FM needed moar MGS1.))

So I fell through this big glowy thing and...

[fault-is-mine.livejournal.com]

[Y'know. He's not really sure where he's been all this time either. But he got back through this strange glowy blue portal that appeared in a wall. He pratically fell out of it and landed on his back.]

[He blinked a few times then slowly looked around] Am... I, back?

[Hal adjusts his glasses and gets to his feet. This was the strangest experience to date, but it does look like the building he remembered. Not exactly, but close enough.]

Um... Snake? Anybody?

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[no-continues.livejournal.com]

[An Ocelot arrives. He's hard to miss, unlike the snakes, with his long duster and noisy spurs. The old man likes attention. But he is not so interested in his surroundings yet. He's occupied with a strange twitching in his right arm. Groaning with annoyance, he clamps his left hand down on the wrist and holds it tight to his stomach, and pushes the sleeve back so his gloved fingertips scratch against the throbbing veins.]

Damn this arm... he must be nearby...

Grammar Communist

[ku-wa-bara.livejournal.com]

[Volgin calls a meeting.]

ATTENTION!

[Meaning, he shouts and expects everyone to listen.]

We have a few new faces around here! Isn't that nice.

Some of you have something a little different about you. That's all right. There are few rules, as this place suffers from the lack of a firm hand to keep it in line.

BUT THERE IS ONE LAW THAT WILL NOT BE BROKEN!

[He hauls out a chalkboard. Because when Volgin wants a chalkboard, he gets a fucking chalkboard.]

[squeak squeak]

"You've been bad," said the woman in leather. - CORRECT

"You've been bad." Said the woman in leather. - WRONG AND I WILL IMMEDIATELY ELECTROCUTE YOUR GONADS!

[Volgin clasps his hands in front of himself, looking pleased.]

I'm glad that's settled.

[Volgin smiles.]

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[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[After the standard three days, Natalia came back to life again. However, seeing as her suit wasn't destroyed along with her, she was brought back into the nexus, wearing only the boxers that damned Fear left her in, when the two had switched bodies. Damn him! Hadn't she already gone through enough humiliation by his hands?! Well, she supposed that she should be thankful that the weight that he stacked on her, due to the truffles, was now gone. Thank god for small favors.]

[However, that thought didn't comfort her much, as she stood up, lifting an arm to at least cover her breasts. Looking to the side, she was surprised to see that her gun was also at her side. Then again, Fear had "killed" that as well, so perhaps that was explanation enough.]

[After being killed once by the evil Fear and again by his wife, as well as the other issues she had with the rest of the evil Cobras in the past, there was no way in hell that she'd forgive him. The disheartening thing about it all though, was that aside from perhaps the other Fear, she seemed to be the only one that saw them for what they really were. And when it came down to it, there was nothing she could do about it. Her most recent death was proof of that. She was glad her father wasn't around here, to witness how much of a failure she had become.]

[But she could angst about that all later. For now, she had to find something to cover herself with.]



((Feel free to gawk at, help, or make fun of the half-naked lady. :|))