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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[orientacon.livejournal.com]

[Cajoling.] Please tell me? Of course it matters, Snake. We've got to concoct a plan so you can infiltrate your way into their hearts!

[Mei Ling wonders what he's like. Tall, blond, and handsome... her mental image of Meryl's perfect man may bear a suspicious resemblance to Liquid Wolf.]

[merylgearsolid.livejournal.com]

There isn't anyone like that, anyway, Otacon. Just give it up.

[]

Mei Ling. I swear, I'll tie you up and leave you in a locker if you tell me you're thinking it's Wolf.

[orientacon.livejournal.com]

[Mei Ling tilts her head.] Would you tell me if there was?

[Uh-oh. She's been caught.] Umm... I didn't think it was Wolf. Not at all. Please don't tie me up.

[merylgearsolid.livejournal.com]

... Maybe.

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Mei, part of my training involved making sure this sort of thing didn't distract me on a mission.

[orientacon.livejournal.com]

[Mei Ling pouts a bit at that.] Just maybe?

But we're not on a mission. I'm not saying you have to find someone, but you should keep yourself open to the possibility.

[merylgearsolid.livejournal.com]

Yes. Maybe.

[]

It's not about whether or not we're on-...

[]

Just drop it, alright? I'm not in the mood, anyway.

[orientacon.livejournal.com]

Oh, Snake. You're no fun.

You ought to relax a bit more. [She touches the side of Meryl's mouth, using her finger to push the lips up.] And smile! You have such a pretty smile.

[merylgearsolid.livejournal.com]

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Mei, I'm serious!

...

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Big Boss is here.

[orientacon.livejournal.com]

[Mei Ling totally is doing this on purpose, but only because she's a naturally huggy person.]

[She sighs.] Okay, okay.

[Then the smile disappears off her face and she turns pale.] What? A-are you sure?

[merylgearsolid.livejournal.com]

... It's a younger version of her, but it's definitely her.

[]

She didn't recognize me, but she knows Ocelot. Apparently they go back further than I thought.

[orientacon.livejournal.com]

[Mei Ling gnaws on her bottom lip.] What are you going to do about her and Ocelot?

[She is not looking forward to a fight.]

[merylgearsolid.livejournal.com]

Ocelot isn't here, that I've seen. Not ours, anyway. I'm damn thankful for that, too...

[]

It might not come to a fight. Not yet. But I'm not going to be sleeping easy any time soon.

[OOC: Also, this (http://community.livejournal.com/fissionmailed/837094.html?thread=73839078#t73839078)]