[I Shot the Sheriff]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He did a bad thing today. It's rather sobering but he did it...and it was easy. It felt good, but at the same time so horrible.

BUT

He knows the old man will regenerate with a more focused anger than before, and frankly, Snake isn't ready to take the brunt of that.]

Sshhhhit.

[Snake wanders back to the bar, sits down, and hangs his head, thinking, trying to figure out what to do for when the old man returns. He could use some help but he's got no one. He's not surprised by this, or even all that saddened. He knows he did it to himself and he's not surprised that he finds himself alone again.]

((ooc: Snake is an idiot. Oy vey.))

Comments

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Yes, you certainly look it.

[He glanced at the hand on his pistol, mildly amused.]

Calm down. I've no reason to fight you. Unless you're the one from my world--which I doubt, as you don't seem like a megalomaniacal bastard.

[He took another drink, sitting down a short distance away.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_{Jesus H. Christ on a crooked crutch-}

[Snake mumbles then he finally addresses Liquid, but he still doesn't give him the satisfaction of making eye-contact.]

Don't you ever get tired of hearing your own voice?? I am trying to think here.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Tired of my own delightful voice? Not at all, dear brother. What is it you're thinking about?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I've been tired of your voice for years...

[He doesn't really want the company of his condescending Brother but he knows if he doesn't answer him, he will keep badgering him for an answer.]

I am thinking of that to do about the Big Boss I killed. Guh. [Just saying that sends another wave of nausea through his body.]

Now, will you stop pestering me?

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

. . .

You killed him? I'm still rather new here, but...is he not just going to return?

[Liquid took another drink; seemed like everyone here had too many problems this week.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

He is. That's why I am trying to figure out what to do about it.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[Well, at least it was something to focus on other than his own premature death and what Emma had told him about Otacon.]

...Our warped little 'family' is nothing if not persistent. I don't suppose he'll waste any time finding you once he's returned.

[He took another drink; Liquid was a genius, as he loved reminding people at any chance. Surely he could come up with some solution.]

[Preferably one that ended in him finally getting a chance at the bastard.]

In short, it does seem as if you either need assistance or a very good hiding place.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to hide from my fate.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Assistance, then. I don't know what fluke you keep running into that allows you to defeat Father, but luck never lasts for long.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

He underestimated me and turned his back. That was no fluke.

I just saw the opening...and took the shot.

Part of me expected him to turn, stick his hand up again and block it.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[A humorless laugh left him at that--such a thing wouldn't have surprised Liquid, either.]

So you have no idea what to do. I'd expect better from you, brother.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnh.

[He just offers him a cold grunt.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[It was starting to get annoying, being treated like the other sociopathic Liquids.]

...Do you not realize I'm trying to offer my help in this situation? Idiot.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake doesn't trust any of them. And he probably never will unless they prove themselves otherwise, whiiiich they usually refuse to do in any way, shape, or fashion.]

Yeah, right.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

...You don't believe me?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Why should I?

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Have I done anything so far to make you think I'm like the others?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He frowns.]

You're Liquid. That's all I need to know. I'm done giving you the benefit of the doubt and ending up with a damn black eye every time.

Nno.

Not falling for it this time.

_{Not going to be softhearted this time.}

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[Liquid laughed mostly to himself, draining the glass and setting it aside.]

I'm getting rather tired of people believing I'm one of my counterparts. Honestly, need I wear the SEAL uniform constantly so you imbeciles can tell the difference?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

The way you're speaking to me is proof enough that you are no different.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Fine. Don't accept my help, even when you and I both know you need it.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Go use your deception on some other gullible Snake. I don't have the will or the patience to deal with your tricks today.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Tricks--?! Brother, I realize your world's version ofme is a sick bastard. I have no reason to act similarly.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnh.

[Dave isn't buying it. Not yet. Probably not ever.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Fine. Do what you like. At least I can tell Otacon I attempted to be somewhat civil.