He's Liquid smooth, ladies.

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

Okay, heroine, set me free.

[As Liquid lay in the pilot seat of his now crashed Hind D, he watched Snake bring up her Desert Eagle to his forehead. He was surprised that she was willing to put him out misery, considering her reaction to his causal flirting in the torture room.

Hearing a quiet, sobbed "Goodbye," he knew why Snake was doing it. Otacon or, rather, Mei Ling. Poor girl. She was rather nice and quite cute, to boot. Liquid wished he had gotten a chance to know her better, but between the shrapnel that had pierced his lung and Snake's bullet that was going to pierce his forehead, he didn't think that he was going get it.

Liquid closed his eyes and soon heard the gun fire. Strange, he didn't feel any pain. In fact, his chest pain was gone, too. Opening his eyes, he noticed that he was now in a building instead of his Hind's cockpit.]

Well. This is an interesting afterlife.

((ooc: Introducing Liquid Wolf, from merylgearsolid. If you can imagine a Liquid who womanizes and wears a skimpy, unzipped jumpsuit, know that this is him.))

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[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

In Alaska, on Shadow Moses Island. My unit was staging a rebellion there, and I think I was killed in action.

[An Ocelot who wasn't anything like the crazy old woman he worked with. How strange.]

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

[Nope, nothing he was saying still wasn't ringing any bells as far as why he looked familiar.]

Lucky you got sent here, then.

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

[Who was this woman? Well, he didn't see any harm in asking.]

Excuse me for asking, but are you related to a woman called Revolver Ocelot?

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

[She blinks.]

Revolver Ocelot?

[It's a catchy codename but...]

Can't say I am. But... [Didn't someone say people from all times were brought here? Maybe in the future...]

What year are you from?

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

2005...

[Having no idea what she's getting at, Wolf stays silent.]

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

Hm.

I don't know if anyone has explained this place to you yet, but people are brought here from all different times and dimensions.

For example, I'm from 1964. Maybe the Ocelot you know is me in the future.

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

I knew about the dimensions part, just not that we're from across time, as well.

[Thinking back on it, Wolf had seen his Ocelot use the same hand gesture Major Ocelot used while introducing herself. Still, there was something off.]

It certainly seems possible.

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

If it's not me, they certainly have a great taste in weapons though.

[She smirked a little, glancing down at the revolvers in their holsters at her side.]

Although it seems maybe in my future we might be... companions.

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

[He looks at the holster. Strange, not a whip in sight.]

Colt Single Action Army. Yeah, she's probably you.

So it would seem. It's nice to see you again, Ocelot.

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, Liquid.

[She thinks. If he's from 2005, then...]

Good to know I'm still fighting even when I'm an old woman.

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

[Wolf smirks. He likes this Ocelot.]

You're still one of the best, too. Certainly able to beat me without much difficulty.

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

[She grins. She liked a man who could appreciate her skill with a gun.]

Still, you must be pretty good to even try and take me on.

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he knows Ocelot skill all too well.]

Only behind the controls of a helicopter. I'm afraid the rest of my skill set is rather... lacking.

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

Hm, well I guess everyone has their specialties.

So what are you going to do, now that you're here?

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

To be perfectly honest, I have no idea. I haven't had much of a chance to put thought into it.

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

That is true, until now, you were a dead man, in your world.

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

True. I think I'll need to do a bit of recon. Get a basic layout of the building, learn about the internal politics, the works.

[major-ocelette.livejournal.com]

[She nodded. That's what she did first as well.] Smart.

[She liked him, she figured it wouldn't hurt to give him some advice. Plus it seemed like he might be a potential ally in the future.]

There's an arms dealer on the first floor basement. He seems to know a lot of what's going on in this place. I'd suggest paying him a visit.

[helicopterwolf.livejournal.com]

I see. An arms dealer would likely see a lot of buisness in a place like this... He would learn a lot from his clients. Thanks for the advice, Ocelot.

[Wolf leaves to do as he said he would. He's glad that he's found a former ally, though. Staying on her good side would probably mean he got to live that much longer.]