Boring? Yeah, right!

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[It had been a couple of weeks since running into her room generated kid (who had since disappeared again), but the short amount of time she was in contact with her apparent son weighed heavily in her mind. It wasn't because of the fact that there was the possibility that she was going to have a kid, despite the fact that Natalia never wanted kids of her own. And it wasn't even because the father was apparently Fear, a man she somehow despised and yearned for at the same time. No, what had her in a quandary was that her own son referred to her as boring. And a nag. And a drunk.

Now, normally Natalia knew better to not look into the odder things of the nexus too much. Her AI common knowledge was too good for that. However, this was bothering her far more than it should have. With as work-obsessed as she was, was she losing sight of herself? Even if she was proud that her father put all of his faith into his line of work, he never changed who he was.

Natalia knew she was a bitch, and didn't really care if anyone else saw her that way as well. Kept people from taking advantage of her. However, one thing she was NOT, was boring! Her rebellious days of her pre-teens and teens were proof of that! But apparently, even her possible future family only referred to her as boring, naggy, and drunk. Sure, Natalia might be far more dedicated to serving her life on duty more than anything else, but no one would want to be exclusively remembered by those terms!]

[So this not-so-friendly neighborhood FROG soldier is currently venting her frustration over the matter by...surprisingly not drinking. No, instead she's shooting at bunch of pop cans, gathered from her very messy room, positioned around one of the lesser populated hallways of the nexus. If she sees you, she might give a half-ass attempt to be a little nicer to you, than she usually is with most strangers. Any friends of hers would be appreciated too. Surely not all of her friends felt the same way about her, right? If you're an enemy though? Yeah, don't expect any different from her. You are "the enemy" after all. ]

[Also, you might want to watch your step. She is shooting, after all. :|]

Comments

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

...daughter, huh?

...how old is she?

[Secret relationship maybe?]

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Seven, and nine years younger than my daughter which is odd, since he's from my time.

[A mystery indeed. One he'd like to solve.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[Well, there was the possibility that Naked Snake was the actual father, but Natalia wasn't going to say anything on that matter.]

Hmm...maybe Naked Snake was close to her?

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

He wouldn't know her. He better not know her. Otherwise I'll have to...

[Twitch.]

Talk with him. She was never involved in any of my work, and if she was in his world, seven's too early for most fieldwork. Besides, I never met him until he killed me.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Hmm...couldn't tell you then.

[Shrug]

I'm no physicist...or whatever the hell would study these kind of things.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[He has no idea she was wished in through Easter magic.]

I guess I'd have to ask my double although I don't want to ask him.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Heh, I wouldn't trust the words of any of the other Cobras. Bastards probably lie more than they tell the truth.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

They're all obsessed with torturing or sleeping with Alek. I have no doubt they would.

[ >[ ]

[...]


Although...evil me keeps on showing up to tend to Alek's wounds when he gets hurt when I'm not around. I don't know why, but his obsession seems to be benelovent now...I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

...what?!

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Don't leave him alone with them!

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

I don't! But I show up and they're there! He thinks they're harmless now, but they're not!

[Flail flail D<]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Yeah, tell me about it! He didn't seem to listen to me when I tried to tell him that too! He never listens to me, and he always gets hurt because of it!

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

I wish he'd listen! They're going to kidnap him again or something and then what?! We'll have to rescue him again or find his mangled body!

[Flail flail he's starting to get really steamed...]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

I don't know what it will take for him to realize that he can't just trust everyone he runs into.

[She looked to the ground, scowling.]

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

I don't know why he stays around them after all the shit they've done to him!

[Really, really mad.]

...

[He steps back, hand going to his forehead as tinny voices start to ring in his ears. And he hadn't had flashbacks for so long...]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

I know, right?!

[She tilted her head as she watched Pain seemingly go distressed.]

Are...are you alright?

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

's...shellshock...

[He steps backward again, stumbling, trying to get to the wall before he was completely engulfed by his bad memories.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[Pocketing her gun, she looked around quickly.]

C'mon, let's find you someplace to sit, or something...

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Oui.

[He stumbles back again, nodding, the heels of his palms rubbing over his eyes as if trying to flush the images in front of them out.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[Pushing along his pack, Natalia led Pain to a bench, gesturing her head toward it.]

Sit.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[He sits automatically, cradling his head in his hands. His shoulders shake helplessly as he curls over, meek.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

... [Well shit, Natalia doesn't know how to deal with this kind of thing.]

Have you talked to anyone about this condition?

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Nnnn...

He'd answer, but he's still in the middle of his flashback. Give him a minute, please.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[Sighing, Natalia crossed her arms, hoping that whatever Pain was going through would end soon. :|]

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

...

[After a few minutes, he relaxes and curls back up, back against the wall.]

Sorry about that.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[She shrugged.]

Have you talked to Para-Medic about this? I'm not sure if she's much of a psychologist, but it couldn't hurt to ask her.