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[A Liquid Ocelot appears on the rooftops. He is staring out across the railings, eyes scoping down to the Nexus below. His entire surroundings have changed from his last whereabouts, and confusion stiffles onto his face.]

[Naturally, he remains calm, but his eyes sharpen beneath his sunglasses propped against the bridge of his nose. He stares down at his walkie-talkie, firmly in his grasp, listening to the static motion on the other side. It was clear he was out of range.]

This is not the Middle East.

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Bah! Do you think I am going to allow that to happen?

You truly have no comprehension of who you are talking to.

Isn't that cute? You're as naive as an unborn babe.

[She chuckles and glances away.-

-Her hand flies to the (un)Patriot. Unholstering. And she aims and fires. Bullet shells fall to the ground like metal rain drops. The small bells of battle~.

[Ocelot just smirks at the woman, wondering why she had wanted to shoot him, but he let it slide. It would be amusing to see her reaction.]

[The bullets ricochet off of his body, the rooftop lighting up slightly with the force of bullets collected around him.]

[He lets out a crackled laugh.] Are you quite done?

[...what.]

[WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS SHIT?!]

[Boss favors him with a very unpleasant, I'm-going-to-take-this-(un)Patriot-and-impale-you-with-its-blunt-end look.]

I've seen a creeping terror, remorse of souls long since passed, the finale of life, pure unadulterated agony, and the fury of hell itself...but I've never seen this. What kind of trickery is this?

[Oh yes. Her expression was very much worth the wait. He was unsure of just why his mother was doing this, because by now, he had met another version of Joy, and it had been very different from this.]

[He eases around her carefully, raising a single finger up in the air.]

Try and shoot me now, Boss.

[Of course, now her weapon is useless.]

[!] [Cocky bastard even knew who she was. Oh, she'll shoot him alright...with a glare~.

-and promptly aims a smack at his face with the (un)Patriot. >:| ]

[Well. Being slapped had no consequences.]

[That palm smoothed across his face, and he looked gob-smacked. Literally.]

... [He chuckled slowly.] _Heh.

[holsters the (un)Patriot.]

Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me that way. Your arrogance is going to be your unraveling if you keep it up in my presence.

I shouldn't be so surprised that you have no idea who I am.

After all, I am far more aged than you probbaly remember me being. [He runs his hand through his long hair.]

Like mother like son perhaps.

[Boss fixes him with a very stern look, eyes scanning his features. She could tell, now. Age smoothed some of his sharp features and the long hair threw her off, but it was there.

He didn't act like her's though.]

...You are very different from your younger self.

People tend to do that with age.

You grow, and become mature. You become an elite, and less of a moron... like my younger self.

[He smirked a touch.] What do you have to say for yourself now?

[she blankly stares at him, silent for a moment. This man, this cocky bastard was foreign to her. And here he was, strutting his stuff in front of her; expecting her to be amazed or whatever shit like that.

With the blink of an eye, her hand whips up and unsheathes her knife in a fluid motion. Stepping forward, she jabs at him, aimed for the shoulder!]

You're not my son.

I'm afraid you've confused me with my reflection. You see, from what I've gathered, the other Bosses that I have spoken with are pure, and wish nothing but unity and whatever other bullshit pacifism ideals they hold. Me, on the other hand, desires nothing more then a little bit of...well...chaos. I want corruption. I want to watch whatever little social order that exists here to curl in on itself and burn. Give me anarchy.

[Ocelot was quick with his eyes and his motions. He raised his hand up, protecting his shoulder, and the blade slide into his palm instead. He openly seethed, teeth gritting with the slight dulling pain that spiralled in his hand, but smirked a touch.]

A world needs darkness in order for light to find its barings. I could care less who you are, you are still The Boss, and I am still your heir.

[He ran his eyes up and down the figure, and pulled the knife out from his hand, taking a few steps to tower in on the woman. After all, he was significantly taller than the Ocelot she would be used to. He stared at her, with those same eyes, sharp and intense. He rested the knife in her hand.]

You have a long way to go if you think this is going to harm me.

[Boss keeps her ground, towered over or not. His height only confirmed his blood relation to her and Sorrow. Sorrow especially. She accepts the knife. Wiping the blood off and sliding it back into its sheath. A sly smirk works its way into her features as she creens her neck up to peer at him.

This man...was not completely her son. There was a spunk to him...some fight in him. A leather glove sneaks up and playfully prods him in the chest.]

I can't decide if I want to love you or hate you.

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mm~, just remembered Liquid Ocelot had a bullet shield. << \o/

Ohoh~ ;D

~<3

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