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fissionmailed2010-03-31 06:53 am
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backdated before Plisquid's death
[Old Snake had found an interesting room. It wasn't like the gym... it was more intense than that. Instead of just working out his muscles, this room allowed him to hone his battle senses even better.
Not to mention the IRVING chasing him around the area. He had his M4 ready, but he had to find a good area to actually turn around and fight it.
Whipping out a CHAFF GRENADE, Snake turned on his heel, dropping it down between the beast's legs. It looked like he was going to get flattened, but once the grenade went off, the beast became confused. Good.]
Ha!
[Points his weapon at it, firing to try and get it to back off. Hmm, not working as well as he'd hoped. Instead, Old Snake gets up and runs behind a large storage container, rifling through his items for something suitable enough... Damn. He'd just used his last grenade on that other IRVING... Well, time to make use of his Octocamo. Spotting a nearby pile of rubble, Snake hurries over to it and crouches, activating the camo to blend in... Just in time, too. The IRVING peers about, unable to spot him. Despite the difficulty he was having, he enjoyed this room.]
[ooc: THE DANGER ROOM? 8D I thought it'd be a good way to keep characters that like fighting busy... Maybe help them train and improve. Kind of like really updated VR Training? :) This also lets characters from different timelines face the same enemies. The simulation can be restarted if chosen by the one that starts the program itself. Open to anyone.]
Not to mention the IRVING chasing him around the area. He had his M4 ready, but he had to find a good area to actually turn around and fight it.
Whipping out a CHAFF GRENADE, Snake turned on his heel, dropping it down between the beast's legs. It looked like he was going to get flattened, but once the grenade went off, the beast became confused. Good.]
Ha!
[Points his weapon at it, firing to try and get it to back off. Hmm, not working as well as he'd hoped. Instead, Old Snake gets up and runs behind a large storage container, rifling through his items for something suitable enough... Damn. He'd just used his last grenade on that other IRVING... Well, time to make use of his Octocamo. Spotting a nearby pile of rubble, Snake hurries over to it and crouches, activating the camo to blend in... Just in time, too. The IRVING peers about, unable to spot him. Despite the difficulty he was having, he enjoyed this room.]
[ooc: THE DANGER ROOM? 8D I thought it'd be a good way to keep characters that like fighting busy... Maybe help them train and improve. Kind of like really updated VR Training? :) This also lets characters from different timelines face the same enemies. The simulation can be restarted if chosen by the one that starts the program itself. Open to anyone.]
To infinity and beyond!
Not going to finish it off, friend?
It's a secret mission in uncharted space! Let's go /o/
[Rifling through his inventory for something suitable enough. Oooh, dat some C4? Yes it iiiiis.] Hheh. [Hurries over- the beast is dazed, but it may still be able to use that tentacle of its, so he moves around it, attaching some C4 to either side of the IRVING, before hurrying back next to Ocelot and activating the bombs. The explosion is satisfying, only in hearing the IRVING cry out as it was killed.]
You uncultured swine! What're you lookin' at, ya hockey puck?
[She listens for other Gekkos. She doesn't hear any but that doesn't mean they aren't out there. LO observes him secretly. Pants. Sneaking suit. Solid Eye. Bandanna. He does look like a certain SISTER she knows but...]
*squeak!*
That wasn't flying! That was... falling with style!
[Of course her world as she knew it was pure war and that was fine with her.]
THIS ISN'T FLYING. IT'S FALLING... WITH STYLE.
The Claw is our master.
The Claw chooses who will go and who will stay.
That's *Mister* Potato Head to you, you back stabbing murderer!
What is your name?
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Solid Snake. [He's already prepared to deal with her if he needs to... even around strange versions of his enemies, he's not about to be vulnerable.]
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[LO jumps back, drawing both her revolvers and aiming them at his nostrils.]
How dare you disrespect sister's name like that! You are way too old, tall, fat, ugly, and manly to be her!
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[She stashes her revolvers away forcefully.]
There's no Metal Gears around and I don't want to scar my eyes with the sight of your saggy manboobs.
[Just imaging this Snake without his shirt on was making her feel sick.]
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[She lifts up her nose, turns around, and begins to walk off, imaging her favorite sister in clothing she would love to see her wearing. The thoughts make her drool a little.]