Back from the dead (not really XD)

[shagahot.livejournal.com]

[Ultimately, Raikov was right.

There was no way out of that place. She tried to find it for the past two, three months? She lost count, really. Although, time really didn't seem to matter in that place. She wondered if things were still on their tracks in the real world. If they were, her absence was, more or less, good. After all, no Sokolov meant no Shagohod. She was only worried about her family, but they would be able to go on without her for a while. At least, she hoped they would.

She was trying not to think about that too hard though. She was just trying to live her life in that place the best way she could. Lately, she didn't cross paths with anyone that was worth talking to. It was strange to stay 'alone' like that for so long, but she was used to that. After all, designing rockets and missiles isn't exactly the most 'socially rewarding job on the face of earth. She met some people here and there, but she never really had any strong bonds in her career, except for when she met Granin for the first time. When they were still friends and she didn't 'shine' more than him.

Walking down one of the corridors, she sighed, taking a look around. It seemed like it has been forever since she talked to someone else. Any type of conversation would do her good though. Thinking to herself was starting to get annoying.]

Where angels fear to tread...

[somnium-paterna.livejournal.com]

[The sound of agonized screams were burned into his mind.

Liquid was screaming. Liquid, that pathetic fool, was screaming. It was glorious in a twisted way. He had watched dispassionately for a while as Ocelot tortured the fool, a surprising amount of glee behind the blank gaze. But at last, his tolerance had reached its limits. There was only so long you could stand and watch, and he had never been the type to hang around needlessly. There were things to do. Important things.]

Ocelot, I'll leave him to you.

[Turning on his heel, he strode from the room, letting the door shut behind him. He inclined his head slightly, listening as the muted screams made it even into the corridor, before letting the tiniest of smirks cross his lips. He walked away-

-and paused.]

...? Silence?

[Turning back, he realised to his surprise that something was different. Where had the door gone? Where had the corridor gone? His hand flew to the gun at his belt, unholstering it and holding it ready. Something was very wrong.]

(Meet Solid Snake, from liquidouroboros' world. Any tags will be assumed to follow the Auquid thread.)

backdated before Plisquid's death

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Old Snake had found an interesting room. It wasn't like the gym... it was more intense than that. Instead of just working out his muscles, this room allowed him to hone his battle senses even better.

Not to mention the IRVING chasing him around the area. He had his M4 ready, but he had to find a good area to actually turn around and fight it.

Whipping out a CHAFF GRENADE, Snake turned on his heel, dropping it down between the beast's legs. It looked like he was going to get flattened, but once the grenade went off, the beast became confused. Good.]

Ha!

[Points his weapon at it, firing to try and get it to back off. Hmm, not working as well as he'd hoped. Instead, Old Snake gets up and runs behind a large storage container, rifling through his items for something suitable enough... Damn. He'd just used his last grenade on that other IRVING... Well, time to make use of his Octocamo. Spotting a nearby pile of rubble, Snake hurries over to it and crouches, activating the camo to blend in... Just in time, too. The IRVING peers about, unable to spot him. Despite the difficulty he was having, he enjoyed this room.]


[ooc: THE DANGER ROOM? 8D I thought it'd be a good way to keep characters that like fighting busy... Maybe help them train and improve. Kind of like really updated VR Training? :) This also lets characters from different timelines face the same enemies. The simulation can be restarted if chosen by the one that starts the program itself. Open to anyone.]

[Relationshit]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[Old John is out looking for that young EVA that he somehow irritated over the phone. He's got to explain his situation to her about his pseudo rekindled relationship with the EVA of his time. Knowing his luck, as always, he'll end up losing them both, but it won't be the first time. He's already lost Adam as it is.

Regardless, the old man has become quite accustomed to a solitary life, even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it.]

((ooc: Looking for the obvious: let_mama and/or cougar_78.))
((Bonus points if systemismine comes around to mock John's fail.))

Do you know what day it is?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[April 30th, the day she was assigned to "accidentally" run into the man Jack Brannigan. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked like the blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell that Jack's psyche report said he liked in a woman. She knew it was her expertise in information analysis and psychology that earned her this job, but she wasn't naive enough not to know that it was partly given to her because she was an attractive female. Couldn't exactly do what she's trying to do if she was a man.]

[Smoothing out her modest-but-still-sexy dress, she nodded, satisfied. It was time to do her job. The word "spy" didn't sit well for her, she was just another woman trying to make a career for herself.]

[However, when she stepped off of the elevator in her apartment complex, intending to head to Federal Hall where she knew the dark haired Jack would be at about this time, she blinked in surprised as she suddenly wasn't standing on the very familiar lobby, but rather a long, white hallway.]

...Did I hit the wrong floor?

[She turned around but... the elevator was nowhere to be seen.]


[((Concept!PreMGS2 Rose, information is in her bio if you're interested. Protip: she's not much different from normal preMGS2 Rose, except for appearances.))]

Ripped his heart out right before his eyes

[madnesstaste.livejournal.com]

[There is a head on the floor.]

[A severed head, yes, skin powdered and hair washed to almost look alive. There's no neck, just patch of skin stitched over the gaping hole where the spine would have connected. Without the hat, it's difficult to tell if the head belongs to a Raiden or a Raikov. The surgical patch on his eye may provide a clue to anyone familiar with that particular individual.]

[One may wonder why there is a head on the floor, maybe even who put it there. Those questions are irrelevant, as the perpetrator is already gone. What matters now is that outside a certain ivanbrannigan's door sits a severed goddamn head.]

((OOC; How else would fem!owl show her love but with the body parts of the man she assumes is his son? It's just sitting there in the hall, so anyone is free to stumble upon it :D))

themesong goes here

[sneaking-sin.livejournal.com]

[The jungle room is as absurdly lush and humid as usual, and symphonized by the chirps of birds and frogs.

A Big Boss is on the prowl, sneaking through the foliage with barely a rustle of ferns. He has a dead anaconda already draped over his shoulder like a heavy scarf, but it's clear that he's hunting for more. Quietly, he crouches and steps closer to the smooth-scaled body of a sunning green tree python, his knife poised to stab the unconcerned animal in the head.]

PARTAY IN THE HIZZAYY

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[So the last few days have been... confusing as hell. Certainly, Raiden has had a lot to think about. Too much to think about. Absorbed in his moping like a good Raiden, he wanders into a dimmed room that appears to be full of tables. There's music, though he doesn't recognize it, and a bar. Hnn... a drink sounded really good right about now, actually. He goes over to the bar, pours himself a shot of straight vodka, and necks it.]

[It only just occurs to him at that moment that a) he's back to his human body, and b) he's wearing a black shirt, black pants, and a loose tie. What the hell, nexus? He shrugs it off, and pours himself another goddamn drink.]



((LET'S HAVE A PARTY. There's music, alcohol, food and other party... things. The only thing is, once you walk into the room you'll be dressed in formal clothes. It doesn't exactly mean anyone has to behave, of course. You can just look smart while you get completely hammered and are crawling along the floor looking for the nearest toilet/hat/bag/person's lap to throw up in. There are other drinks for people who don't want alcohol, as always. Also, if like Raiden you happen to be not human upon walking in, you are now human. >:V Effects of this can last as long as you want after you leave. Because after all, I don't think cyborgs can get drunk.))