Can Love Bloom in a Fascist Dictatorship?

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[It had been two years since Operation Snake Eater. Two years since the day that Raikov's beloved Yevgeny Borisovitch Volgin had been cruelly taken from him. Ever since then, Raikov has been lost and confused, not sure who or what to believe in anymore. He was left mentally discouraged and alone. His only purpose was in his desire to someday get revenge on Naked Snake, the man who killed his lover, and reclaim The Philosopher's Legacy; and with it, fulfill Volgin's dream. What his dream was, he wasn't completely sure, but he knew it was his duty, in order to honor his fallen commander.]

[Reaching into his pocket he produced a photograph, its corners worn and it's picture almost obscured over the years, but Raikov treasured it (almost) more than the lightning-themed underwear his beloved always gave him on the holidays.]

Yevgeny... this is the year I will avenge you. [He vowed, placing a quick kiss on the picture before tucking it back into his pocket.]

[That is... if I can figure out where I am. He looked around at the unfamiliar walls. He had been trying to infiltrate an American government office, trying to learn the wherabouts of Naked Snake, now known as Big Boss, according to his sources, when he found himself lost in the seemingly endless maze of hallways.]

[Touching the familiar-shaped red marks on his face, he reminded himself that even lost in enemy territory. His beloved Yevgeny would be watching over him. So, with renewed courage, he continued forward in the strage place.]

((ooc: A new Raikov? What the heck am I thinking?))

Comments

not gonna lie, I lol'd at this post for some reason. <3

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

RAIDEN!

[Having not encountered any Raikovs yet, Liquid was fully prepared to shout at what he thought was that virtual-reality twit Raiden.]

You're in my way. What the hell are you doing, standing there like a bloody idiot?

[And then he actually took a moment to look at who he was shouting at.]

...What the hell are you wearing and what the bloody hell happened to your face?

Haha I'm glad.

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov jumped about a mile as the angry blond man stormed up to him. He was too surprised to notice what the man had called him.]

What do you mean I'm in your way?

[He supressed the urge to outright smack the man for acting so rudely towards him, something he would have done back in Groznyj Grad, but Raikov reminded himself he was on a mission for information.]

<3

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

I mean I am walking this way and you are in front of me. Do the bloody math.

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[He glared at the man. As pretty as he was(although not as pretty as Raikov), Raikov was not about to stand for his rudeness]

Looks like you'll have to go around me then, won't you, American dog.?

[Having spent most of his life in Russia he didn't pick up on Liquid's accent. The only thing he (thought he) knew was that he was in an American government building]

And I'll have you know my scar is a result of years of anguish. [His lip wobbled very slightly at the mention of his anguish, and he touched his face gingerly] Nothing that someone of your pampered life would understand.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[Liquid was technically American, but he sure as hell didn't like it.]

I'm British, you twit--pampered life? Are you out of your god damned mind?

[This was clearly not Raiden. He was even more annoying.]

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[He gave him a disdainful look]

British, American, what's the difference?

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

. . .

What. Did. You. Just. Say?

[Oh boy. Murderous rage is imminent.]

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov opened his mouth to put some salt in that wound when he stopped briefly. There was a slight familiarity about the man (being Big Boss' clone will do that). He pulled out the other picture (http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/286/91496403.jpg)
he kept with him, appraising it a moment, glancing up occasionally to look at the angry man. Appraising that the man was too pretty to be Big Boss, he tucked the picture back away.]

Really, you westerners all look and act the same.

[deadlythunder.livejournal.com]

Avenge me? What are you talking about, Ivan?

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a voice he knew so well... a voice he hadn't heard in years.]

[He spun around, his eyes growing huge.]

I-It's not possible...

[deadlythunder.livejournal.com]

[His face...]

What's not possible?

[And then he considers the possibility that this isn't his Ivan like that impostor, so he figures he might as well check.]

[CROTCH GRAB]

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[This touch... the face... the voice... it was all too familiar. All too unreal.]

[It couldn't be! The Colonel had died at the hands of that Snake! Raikov hadn't wanted to believe it, but it was something he came to terms with a long time ago.]

[He tore himself away from the Colonel, snatching up his makarov with trembling hands]

You-You can't be real! You died! [His voice wavered.]

[deadlythunder.livejournal.com]

[Volgin releases him after a squeeze or two, satisfied that this is in fact an Ivan. But he's not pleased at all to have that gun pointed at him, even if he knows he could just destroy the ammunition.]

Get a hold of yourself, Major! First, stop pointing that weapon at me, and then we can talk.

[He hadn't yet died in his world, but he'd talked to another Volgin who told him about their fight with Naked Snake. This Raikov must be from after that.]

Raikov's kind of an idiot.

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov lowered the gun. Dead or not, he wasn't about to start disobeying is colonel's orders. But now he was confused. Was it possible that Volgin had lived? No... he had found the body himself amidst a white field of flowers
. Only one possible explanation came to Raikov's mind]

A-are you a zombie?

Haha

[deadlythunder.livejournal.com]

[He's glad that Ivan obeyed him. He wouldn't have wanted to have to discipline one as confused as this.]

No, I'm completely real. I guess no one's explained this place to you yet?

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov still looked hopelessly confused. He shook his head.]

The last thing I knew I was in an American building, and I got lost, and then I was... here.

[notapiratesrsly.livejournal.com]

[Well, this is a face he hasn't seen in years.]

Did you paint your face like that?

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov spun around]

Big Bo-

[He paused. He certainly looked like the Big Boss according to the other picture (http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/286/91496403.jpg) he kept with him except... much... much older.]

What are you his dad or something?

[notapiratesrsly.livejournal.com]

[He raised an eyebrow.]

No, I am Big Boss. Why?

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

But you're..... old

How is that possible?

[notapiratesrsly.livejournal.com]

It's this place. It sucks in different people from different times and places. Get used to it.

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov frowned] How should I know you're telling the truth and you're not just some crazy old man who thinks he's Big Boss?

[notapiratesrsly.livejournal.com]

What must I do to prove it, Major Raikov?

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov paused. How did this man know his name already? Something told Raikov that the old man was telling the truth, but... he had to be sure. He had to test him.]

How did you sneak into Groznyj Grad and how.... [he faultered] How did you kill the Colonel.

[deadlythunder.livejournal.com]

[He grumbles, unhappy to have to be the one to explain things. But since it's Ivan, well... he'll make this one exception.]

Very well. This is a Nexus of sorts, where people from different times and universes are pulled together. I'm guessing... you were taken here from a time shortly after I was. I came just after The Boss defected to our side.