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[April 30th, the day she was assigned to "accidentally" run into the man Jack Brannigan. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked like the blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell that Jack's psyche report said he liked in a woman. She knew it was her expertise in information analysis and psychology that earned her this job, but she wasn't naive enough not to know that it was partly given to her because she was an attractive female. Couldn't exactly do what she's trying to do if she was a man.]

[Smoothing out her modest-but-still-sexy dress, she nodded, satisfied. It was time to do her job. The word "spy" didn't sit well for her, she was just another woman trying to make a career for herself.]

[However, when she stepped off of the elevator in her apartment complex, intending to head to Federal Hall where she knew the dark haired Jack would be at about this time, she blinked in surprised as she suddenly wasn't standing on the very familiar lobby, but rather a long, white hallway.]

...Did I hit the wrong floor?

[She turned around but... the elevator was nowhere to be seen.]

[((Concept!PreMGS2 Rose, information is in her bio if you're interested. Protip: she's not much different from normal preMGS2 Rose, except for appearances.))]

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[She drew back as he knocked the cup to the floor, her eyes wide.]

It's not a compulsion, it's not genetics! You fight because you want to, or because circumstances require it, saying it's because you have no choice is just an excuse.

[On second thought, it's probably not a good idea to antagonize the crazy megalomaniac, but Rose had a bad habit of snapping back.]

You know nothing about me, or brother. Nothing at all. Don't you dare make claims you can't understand. Until one of us is dead, I can't rest. But this place steals even that from me! My revenge, my freedom!

[He's winding down now, calming a little. This woman knows nothing about him. False assumptions. The part of him that had been ready to strike out despite her weakness coils back inside of him to wait for a new target.]

[She just listened to him rant, trying not to look too intimidated, when inside she was mentally kicking herself for arguing with him.]

[She bit back any other snippy responses. She saw that he had been about to lash out at her, and her sense of self preservation wasn't entirely missing.]

[At last, his rage fails him, and he rests his head on his hands again. There's a strange expression on his face. It's not quite sad so much as lost.]

This worthless place...

[Still, there was that other version of brother to find. The one that had killed the other Liquid, the strange one. He had, after all, agreed to kill him in place of the older one. Slowly, the lost look fades.]

[She watched him carefully, noticing that lost look.]

I'm sorry...

I do not recall asking you to pity me. [He shoots her an annoyed look.] I'm a soldier without a purpose, not a child with a skinned knee. You should be glad that I've got no purpose here, since you seem to think I should enjoy peace so much.

I'm sorry I didn't realize I needed to ask your permission before I felt sympathetic towards someone.

[Seriously, what was this guy's problem. :T]

DO NOT PATRONIZE ME, WOMAN! I am in no mood for it!

[He stands up, looking angry.]

I don't want or need your bloody sympathy, alright? All I want is to find a way out of here so I can get back to trying to kill my brother and get what we demanded.

[She stands up too, pressing her hands against the table.]

And I'm in no mood for someone to be telling me how to feel or what to say!

[She glared right back at him, taking a couple deep breaths to calm down, then turns, intending on leaving.]

...I would say thank you for showing me around a little, but I assume you don't want or need my gratitude either. I hope you find whatever will make you happy in this place.

...tch. The only thing that will make me happy is getting out of here. Good luck with whatever you plan to do.

[Since she didn't drink her tea, he'll be yoinking that, kthx?]

And you're welcome.

[Siiiiip.]

Just watch out. There's a crazy version of brother running around. He killed one of my alternates. If you see him, let me know. I'm going to kill him.

Thanks.

[She didn't really know what she was planning on doing either. She guessed the first step would be to look around, or find somewhere to live.]

...Should I call you on codec or something if I see him?

[Luckily, working for the military introduced Rose to Codec, even though she was a civilian.]

That sounds like a smart idea. Also be sure to run away very fast.

[He sounds amused, his voice holding a teasing note. Looking around, he spots some paper and a pen and takes it, writing down his number and handing it to her.]

The rooms here are free, so just find an empty one- and don't tell anyone where it is.

Well, I'm hoping not to run into him at all, if he's that scary.

[She nods, taking the paper, then in turn, writing hers and holding it out for him.]

Not that you'll probably want to call me ever, but just in case.

He's the only person in this Nexus capable of taking one of the Liquids down.

[He accepts the number, most likely surprising her.]

You never know. Even civilians can be useful and I may need to warn you if this goes badly.

[He sounds more like he's justifying it to himself. In truth he doesn't know why he accepts her number.]

[She did show surprise on her face as he accepted it, although something he said finally registered.]

One of the Liquids? And you said he killed one of your alternates. Does that mean there's multiple versions of the same person here?

That's right. I've met... [He considers it.] ...two other versions of me, not counting the dead one. Don't go to the ninth floor, I don't know if anyone's moved it yet.

[She's a big girl, but he doesn't want a civilian losing it over a corpse.]

[She nodded.]

Alright, I'll be sure to avoid it.

[She gave a little smile and a friendly wave.]

Thanks again for the help, Liquid.

[It's probably surprising her again, but he smiles back, lifting his hand in a light parody of her own wave.]

My pleasure, Rose. It was nice to meet you.

[He's in a lighter mood now, having vented his anger a little on a helpless teacup.]

Do you know what day it is?

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