He's Liquid smooth, ladies.

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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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