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fissionmailed2009-10-04 11:55 am
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Can Love Bloom in a Fascist Dictatorship?
[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?))
[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?))
not gonna lie, I lol'd at this post for some reason. <3
[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.
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
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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.
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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.]
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British, American, what's the difference?
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What. Did. You. Just. Say?
[Oh boy. Murderous rage is imminent.]
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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.
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...You're not Raiden. Identify yourself before I snap your spine in half.
I made the code explode I think.
[Raikov was not impressed. He was used to dealing with electrocution as foreplay, after all.]
If you must know I am Raikov. Major Ivan Raidenovich Raikov to you.
xD Happens.
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And what is your name? Since I was so kind as to tell you mine.
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Liquid Snake, former FOXHOUND field commander.
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...Snake you say?
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[This man may prove useful after all...]
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...My father.
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Not possible. The Naked Snake I'm looking for is not much older than you are.
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[He waved a hand dismissively at their surroundings.]
This place, ridiculous as it seems, is a connecting point in time and space--considering your uniform seems to be one from the Cold War era and given the fact that you referred to my father by his codename, it's safe toa ssume you're from many years in my past.
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That is pretty ridiculous. Why should I believe you're telling the truth and not some nut case? Can you prove that you're from my future?
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[He thought for a moment on Liquid's earlier words.]
Regardless if I believe you or not, Does that mean I can find Naked Snake... Big Boss here?
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[He paused]
How did you know what I was after?
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*proved, damned typos
It's okay, I figured it out eventually
Sorry, I missed that one. ^^;;
whoops
xD
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