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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[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[He curls his finger into Snake's collar and tugs him once.]

I won't be killing you, Snake. That option is far too good for you.

No... I think I would much rather keep you alive for the time being. And from now on, you will remain under my guard.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Under...you?

[He reaches up and rests his hand on Big Boss' cold, metal hand, but he doesn't bother trying to get free as he realizes he couldn't if he wanted to.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Do you really believe I would let you free after what you have done?

You need to be drawn back in line, soldier.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Strangely, in a totally and completely convoluted way Snake got his wish.]

_{Yes, Sir.}

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Before we leave, you are to remove every weapon on your person and hand them to me. I refuse to give you the benefit of the doubt.

[He extends his hand impatiently.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnn... [Snake doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all, but he complies to save his carcass.]

[He hands over his SOCOM and his combat knife.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Nothing else hidden away? I don't want to have to search you myself.

[He clasps his hands tightly around both objects, stowing them in his pocket securely.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I have nothing else but myself and the clothes on my back- [He snarls his words sounding a little irritated.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Hmh.

[He suspected as much, but it didn't hurt to ask.]

[Big Boss beckoned Snake to follow him to one of his various offices. He pushed open the door, pointing inside.]

Come inside, Snake.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He follows him with some reluctance, wondering what the old man wants with him now.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss steps inside without another moment and closes the door behind him. He wanders into another room just off the junction of the door and roumages around for something.]

[He returns after a few minutes with a uniform in his hands, and what looks like a few boxes of rations. He hands them all to Snake.]

You'll wear this from now on, and you will eat three meals a day.

You will also get rid of that collar. It doesn't suit you.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He takes what he's been given and offers no backsass but one thing-]

I can't take off the collar. It doesn't come off.

[And it's true. It's indestructible and has no snaps or buckles. Blame the Nexus.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

... What do you mean?

Surely you can cut it loose.

[He stares at him, perplexed.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He just glares at the man.]

Don't you think that I have tried? Nno, it doesn't come off. Nothing works. The only thing I have not tried was a HF blade or a chainsaw but I rather not risk cutting off my head.

...Now that I think about it...that may be the only way to get it off.

I don't know why I have it or what it means. It's just there and, for the most part, I just ignore it.

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

... [Big Boss smiles at the defiance in Snake's voice. He's starting to find it amusing how he has a collar stuck around his neck.]

Perhaps the Nexus is trying to tell you something.

[He wonders if there is a leash around here...]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...........

I. Am. Not. A. DOG.

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Did I say you were?

I was thinking more along the lines of it representing the fact you are bound here to this place.

Though... now that you mention it, a dog is a far more appropriate way of looking at it.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Everyone is bound to this place. If that were the key, everyone would have a collar-

_{Oh, God damnit!}

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[The old man actually chuckles.]

Sit, boy.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_{I hate you so much right now...}

[Must...resist...urge...to...comply...]

Hnnnh...was that an order?

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[Big Boss smirks.]

Yes. It is.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He sighs as he mentally kicks himself for asking. It's as if he wanted to be commanded as such, but Snake's conscious mind won't let him believe that just yet. He sits. It was more of a squat but, close enough.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Good boy. You deserve a treat.

[He roumaged in his pocket, wondering if there might be some form of food to offer, if only to extend the amusing situation out further.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Seriously considers pissing on John's leg.]

.......

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[You know that won't be very nice to witness. Big Boss has a heavy foot. He could give long lasting damage should any form of body fluid touch his person.]

Up you get.