It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss is walking the hallways.]

[He's walking directly past his office.]

[He's currently supporting a BFG ready to hurt some people. Namely saltpeppered.]

[His mood is not the greatest right now. Cross him and say something, and you might suffer the consequences of his wrath.]



_{((ooc: Already been three days since he died and he's ready to kick some ass. Tread carefully!))}

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[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Something scrawny lurks the halls.]

Hn?

I thought I killed you...

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[As soon as that voice registered in the old man's mind, he immediately turned on his heel to face Snake. His single eye narrowed and he raised his gun immediately.]

[He fired a bullet - only a warning - as it lodged beside Snake's head in the wall. He sneered.]

There you are.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Dave doesn't budge. He does not fear death. Not any more.]

Here I am. [He outstretched his arms.] What do you want?

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

You killed me. A bullet to the back of the head.

[He strode up to him, a fierce step in his stride, and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.]

I thought I raised you better than to play dirty, Snake.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_Augh-

[He winces out a cough.]

You turned your back on you, you bastard!

Which reminds me that I bought bubblegum yesterday AWESOME

[liquidfatale.livejournal.com]

[Why did he have to be walking the same hallways she was walking down? WHY!? D:]

[So, yeah... she really wants to hide right now.]

Can I have some? :D

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[His eye catches sight of his 'daughter'. He arches a silver brow slowly, before striding up towards her.]

Liquid.

Yes. /gives some

[liquidfatale.livejournal.com]

[SHIT. He noticed her.]

...H-Hi.

[That came out as more of a strangled squeak. Fuck dammit :(]

/Noms

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

...

This is why you will never amount to the same status as Snake has. You are pathetic.

[He rolled his single eye.] I have no time to deal with you.

[And he continued down the hallway.]

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[In the days since the man's death, Fox has been more or less on automatic. He hasn't slept, hasn't eaten -- hasn't even done so much as bathe or change his clothes. Still clad in the same clothing that Big Boss' blood had soaked through, his hands still stained with a now-fading red tint, he's been doing what he was ordered to prior to Big Boss' murder -- stockpiling ammunition, explosives and rations for the underground hangar for the army his commander was amassing.]

[He wanders the halls, a heavy pack full of rations on his back as he moves. He hadn't even returned to his room where he'd left the man's corpse, unable to bear looking at the reminder that a coward's lucky shot had managed to best the world's greatest soldier. He had no idea that the man had been revived.]

[All Fox knows is that he needs to continue his task as if the man had been here all along. It's the only way to keep himself in check.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss had been aware of what his soldier had been doing. In the vicinity of the Nexus, he had lurked as a ghost, but never surfaced to talk to others. No... His anger had been too great to comprehend. He had needed his body back in order to channel those strong emotions and be able to do something with them.]

[He had been grateful for what Fox had done during his minor disappearance, though he had no clue how badly it might have effected him.]

[Noticing Fox down the hallway, Big Boss slowly strides his away up to him, looming beside him in an eerily quiet way.]

Hello, Frank.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Fox's steps falter and he grows still, just staring ahead of him with defocused eyes. He doesn't look over to where the man stands; he can feel his presence there but at the same time, the soldier can't be sure if he can trust that instinct. Is he merely hearing things? Has he finally snapped?]

[An unsteady hand reaches up into one of the interior pockets of his jacket. He takes out a bottle of pills and unscrews the top, bringing the canister to his mouth and dry-swallowing the two lorazepam tablets that remain in there.]

[Fox breathes slowly, it'll take a few minutes for the pills to take effect. He manages to put the empty canister back into his jacket, drawing in a breath as he speaks; he needs to know if the voice really is just his exhausted mind playing with him.]

...Sir?

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[He could only see him from the side, but Big Boss knew that something was different about Fox's demeanor. Pale, sleep deprived, truly shell shocked. He frowned at the sudden realization; Frank shouldn't have seen him dead. That wasn't how it was supposed to be.]

[He stood in front of Fox, bracing his hands on the younger soldier's upper arms.]

Frank... You look terrible. [He quietly muttered, resisting the urge to clear the blood from his hands and encourage him to sleep.]

[snake2012.livejournal.com]

[Snake notices that mean Big Boss he met is even more pissed off than he usually is. He decides to tempt fate and see what his major malfunction is.]

Big Boss?

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

What is it?

[Almost distractedly, he responds, though he doesn't seem too focused on Snake right now. This one wasn't as bad as the others.]

[snake2012.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[He keeps his distance for safety's sake.]

You seem [how is this even possible?] more angry than usual.

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

One of you decided to shoot me in the back of the head when I wasn't paying attention.

I didn't realize you were capable of pulling off dirty moves.

[Big Boss is not pleased.]

[joyofapatriot.livejournal.com]

...Jack.

[Boss steps in front of him. She already knows something is wrong.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

...

[Everytime he was faced with this woman, his heart felt like it was breaking all over again. However, his expression remained stoic and collected.]

Boss.

[joyofapatriot.livejournal.com]

You're tense.

[She looks him over, taking in his body language.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Yes, well... That usually happens when you wake up after being dead for three days.

But I have some capacity to understand what death feels like.

[He stared at her in turn. This woman meant so much more than she could ever imagine, and yet he managed to maintain his jerk-like qualities.]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Knowing the 3 Days Rule, this Hal had been searching for you.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss glances towards Hal, an almost sad look on his face. He carefully approaches him, not wanting to startle the young man.]

Hal.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[That voice.]

Sir... [He turns around slowly, a look of relief pervading his face.] Y-you're back.

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Yes. It seems I was killed in cold blood a few days ago.

[He shifted footing, gazing down at Hal.] Are you alright?