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[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[Pliskin wakes up with a throbbing head. He never did take care of that S3 problem he had. Not that it would effect him, because he is not Snake. No problem to take care of. Yep.]

[So that problem he didn't have that he didn't take care of; resulted in him passing out for a few days and still with some of those effects he doesn't have still in him. But better now. Pain overrides desire.]

[He finds himself a bare room to call home to ride out the rest of this sickness.]

I was better off getting blow up by a mad bomber.

[Any and all may bother the sick Pliskin.]

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[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[Pliskin glances up to her.]

...what?

[lostmyrazor.livejournal.com]

An odd world, this nexus. An assortment of characters that I have seen thus far - and I have seen much for my years.

[She takes a step forward, looking him over.]

You look like the men here who call themselves Snake. Is that right?