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fissionmailed2009-03-01 09:32 pm
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[Hal Emmerich, codename Vamp, wanders around the lobby, confused. He'd just finished threatening the intruder and was off to tell Fortune about who else he'd seen sneaking about.]
[But... this didn't look like the Big Shell.]
...
[He jumps along the walls, landing on top of a small ledge near the lobby's ceiling. From there, he keeps an eye out for anyone who might walk by.]
((Based off of this casting theater))
[But... this didn't look like the Big Shell.]
...
[He jumps along the walls, landing on top of a small ledge near the lobby's ceiling. From there, he keeps an eye out for anyone who might walk by.]
((Based off of this casting theater))
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[He wonders if this 'Otacon' is as good a fighter as he is.]
[...Grin.]
That's poetic. I like your unit already.
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And your unit, are they after something... or someone?
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[He pauses, memories flashing before his eyes.]
He's here too?
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[Well, when it comes to Snake things are always complicated.]
That is very interesting, indeed.