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[Depending on where you are in the Nexus today, and at what time, you might run into one of two rather odd "women". Tired of sitting on the backburner due to Ocelot, Liquid needed a way to complete his investigations. The Miller disguise was old and useless now. Therefore...

...there had to be another option. Without any idea of where Octopus had gotten to lately (really, he hadn't been seen in months) he'd tried his amazing and fantastic disguise skills once more!

Nobody would think it was him if he were disguised as a woman, right? Especially one that was rarely seen in his experience.

Of course, he wasn't going to go through the humiliation of being one again. For one thing, three days of being a woman was annoying. For another, it could never be said that Liquid Snake backed down from a challenge! And the first disguise was challenging indeed. Wolf was not easy to mimic. Stuffing his shirt would not work with her, since she never zipped it up. So fake breasts were acquired and strapped on, hair-extensions added, and a sniper rifle retrieved. The suit was uncomfortable, however. Some adjustments had to be made to prevent his junk from being either crushed or visible. At least the other woman, the one he hadn't seen in a long time, would be easier. Strangelove looked almost like a man to begin with. However the shortness of her hair was a problem. Not to mention the colour. At last he settled on a wig. And thus he slipped out into the Nexus to try to find out three things: who the hell kept stealing his Ocelot, who had his dogtag and whether there were any plots against him.

At least his disguse was impeccable. Nobody should know it was him. ~~Yeah. Right.~~]

(ooc: so yes, uh. Liquid is disguised as either Sniper Wolf or Strangelove depending on the time of day. Feel free to come across either of them. Be warned for bad attempts at female voices and feel free to pop those fake tits.)

revolietionary.livejournal.com

[Ocelot was on the prowl. He was searching for evidence that this "nexus" might be run by an external agency from the outside. While he was more than aware of the fact he had brought an end to The Philosophers, that didn't mean they hadn't anticipated their end. This entire ordeal may have been set in motion prior to his own defection, preparing for the moment that he committed the deed. That would mean the young agent had failed and he was being played at his own game.]

[So far, his travels have lead him to nothing of interest, until he spots a peculiar looking room on the third floor.]

[Entering inside the swanky room meant that the spy could investigate the surroundings. The rich, expensive looking drinks on display make for an enticing entrance, followed by the welcoming banquet of food that did little to deter him from wandering the room. Little did he realize this was an effect room - one that inevitably binds people together. Literally.]

_{((ooc: Handcuff room. Basically, the first person you touch in this room, you'll be cuffed to them for three days.))}

Current Mood: pensive

fancy-shooting.livejournal.com

[It's not often that Ocelot really relaxes. He's young and excitable, full of energy and hormones, with his mind is constantly performing complex ideas on high-speed.]

[But he's giving it a try now. His ego has been given a bigger boost than ever before in the nexus, and he's taking a moment to bask in it. And what better place to bask than the beach room? So Ocelot is stretched out on a beach chair facing the ocean, with sunglasses (that miiiight be borrowed from Kaz's inventory) perched on his nose, wearing nothing but leopard-spotted swim trunks and a gun holster. On a little beach table at his side sits a half-empty glass of 'sex on the beach' and a cigar tray, from which he lifts a lit cigar and brings to his lips to pull a mouthful of smoke. Stabbed into the sand near him are a beach umbrella and a few unused fishing poles.]

[Ocelot is on vacation.]

wantsnoodles.livejournal.com

[DONUTS EVERYWHERE]

Current Mood: chipper

whyamisobritish.livejournal.com

[You wake in a cold, bright room, tied hand and foot to a reclined chair. There is something hard above your head. You find yourself unable to sit up, as your neck is also secured. Fluorescent lights shine above your eyes. The air has a chemical tang.]

[Liquid steps into view, looming over you. His voice is smooth and treacherous as black ice.]

Dear, dear Brother.

We've had some good times, haven't we? A few fights, a few moments of mutual tolerance, a constant, healthy rivalry. We're just as brothers should be, don't you think?

[Behind him you can see shelves full of ominous bottles.]

But every fellowship has its price.

[He clasps his hands behind his back and paces in and out of your sight with the sound of boots on tile.]

This will be easier if you don't fight- but I know you will. You never could accept your fate.

There are some crimes I can no longer ignore, and some offenses I can't forgive. However you struggle, this will happen.

[Abruptly he grabs the arms of your chair, leaning over you with his dogtags swinging and a look of ferocious determination on his face. Suddenly you realize that the object around your head is a sink.]

Your hair is getting a proper wash.

((Open to all Snakes.))

((And Big Bosses who look like Snakes. And anyone who wanders in looking for a haircut.))

youcanthideo.livejournal.com

[This place lacked the metal walls, grating, the arsenal of Shadow Moses. What appearance told him, thoughts in the vicinity would be quick to confirm. He tensed a hand in front of his mask, fingers splayed as he did a psychic sweep.

Nexus. Rooms. Room effects. Trapped. Kitchens. Alternates. Outside. Roof. Snake. Liquid. Big Boss. Raiden. Ocelot. Volgin. Meryl. EVA. Raikov. Otacon.-- He's heard enough. Unfamiliar names, but he would recognize them when he found them. ]

[So he was in the Nexus. According to these people, there wasn't an escape. He didn't detect an overarching psychic presence to imply mass manipulation, and he highly doubted it possible anyway. Being the most powerful practitioner of Psychokinesis and Telepathy in his time, it gave a good idea of what was--and wasn't--possible. Of course there were quite a few more fields associated with psychics that he wasn't apt in, but that was not the point:

Questions would be answered, but most would never be asked. If he could keep to as little socialization with these feral apes as he could, that would be perfect. A shame really, as he had enjoyed Shadow Moses. He enjoyed any excuse to kill as many people as he could. But surely there would be an excuse worth finding here as well.]

[Mantis took in a breath, distorted by the filter on his mask, and started forward. His feet remained inches from the ground, the coat and the belts along his arms billowing behind.]

leashedliquid.livejournal.com

[Liquid is in an infirmary room. His coat, marred with several ragged holes in the back, is thrown over a chair.]

[One mirror is balanced on the operating table behind him. Another is on the counter in front of him. He's using both to get a view of his own back, and the shards of bullets embedded within.]

[He curses softly as he attempts to reach to dig them out with scalpel and forceps. The pain is an irritation. The slow leak of blood makes things slippery and even more difficult to see. The angle is awkward and stretching makes the wounds burn and scream.]

[Lesson of the day: no matter how infuriating he might be, punching a man with a shotgun is a bad idea. At least he can comfort himself with the knowledge that Volgin will make Raikov suffer. If not, the next time they meet...Liquid will be ready.]

[Once he gets these damned bullets out.]

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[All participants, voted out and eaten, find themselves back in the same familiar room, but instead of a television screen there's only a large glass window to another room. Ivan is again in the center of the room (the regular one, not the glass one), but instead of a throne he sits on a simple swivel chair. A couple participants may also notice the return of their stolen or destroyed clothing.]

[The reason is, is that this is real--not another VR simulation. Oh, and the door is locked so you're still forced to listen.]

Well, well, it looks like the sheep couldn't even pin the wolf for ousting when they were hanging by their necks. The wolves win. A shame really, because I had enough prizes for everybody...

[He shakes his head, tapping the little box on his lap. Better hurry this up before more than a few participants decide they want to "oust" him. That wasn't to say Ivan was defensively either, so tread carefully.]

The wolves were Chico and Ocelot. Haha! Who would have guessed, right? Well, except anybody with half a brain, really.

[Ivan stood up, taking the box with him and opening the lid. Inside were nine Russian military pins.]

The two winners get to become my honorary subordinates! [Grins.] The rest of you can leave, I don't care.

[The door can now be opened.]

((ooc: This post won't close. You can make outside posts related to Cry Wolf now too, if you want. Also, please unlock all your private threads and share them. Here's the wolves only post, for starters.))

squeakysandman.livejournal.com

[Alright, who filled the first-floor basement with eerie naked mannequins?]

geneticsaddict.livejournal.com

[Today, all the ceilings of the lobbies of the Nexus decided to rain... hard. Although it may sound pleasant, once you enter the storm, there is no way to exit it. You're stuck there, until the effect decides to spit you out.]

[The usual furniture is still there but, upon the table in the middle of the room, there is only one umbrella. But don't worry - it's big enough to share with someone. Why not wait out the storm with some company?]

((Open post. Go go go!))

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[And here it was, day four. Ivan's naked with only a towel over his butt, laying on his stomach at some kind of massage parlor. Surrounding him are two muscle men in only speedos, massaging his back and shoulders.]

Ahh...ohh~ [A deep sigh.] Right there...mmhh~

[For awhile, he pretends to not notice the camera, until finally (surely to the relief of the remaining players), he waves a hand to address it without actually looking over.]

Ahh...Colonel Volgin was eaten, and Mantis was voted ou--Mmm...out. There's three of you left. [Another sigh.] If you sheep don't vote out a wolf today...you're all lamb to the slaughter~

Oh, and...no clue today.

[He dozes off again, but the camera remains on for quite awhile.]

[Poll #1785136]

((ooc: post & poll close tomorrow at 10:15 am EST))

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[Ivan lays strewn across a large, heart-shaped bed with red canopies. There are candles flickering in the background, and almost out of frame there is about half a foot of dirty dishes on the floor. He's still wearing EVA's pants.]

Okay, Maggots! Time to vote for who to oust. You have until I get bored, so don't waste my time!

[A beat.] Oh, and don't vote if you're up for ousting.

[Poll #1784997]

((ooc: Post & poll close at 10 am EST.
Discounting one vote from Chrysalis because Mantis voted.))

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[They should be used to Ivan's antics by now, but instead of the usual grandeur, today it was just plain old Ivan, clearly frustrated with his fuzzy TV reception and flickering lights.]

Grrh...okay, listen--[The screen goes black. The lights shut off.]

[Ten minutes later they come back on.] Aghh!

[He speaks briskly] Okay, Liquid was eaten, Otacon was voted out.There's five of you left. 24 hours. Be back in 12.

[The TV unceremoniously loses reception again, just as he finishes. The lights look like they might follow shortly after.]

[Poll #1784722]

((ooc: Due to LJ's current suckiness, I made an IC allusion! Now your muses can be annoyed by things going down too. :|
Anyway, depending how long it stays like this I may extend the time limit to make up for it. We'll see, but for now it's scheduled to close at 4:04 pm EST per usual.))

((CLUE IS UP!))

snakehermet.livejournal.com

Watching movies has been an ingrained habit ever since Snake was a kid. Being raised by Doctor Clark meant that he became inspired by the 1980s action flicks of the era and the sci-fi fantasy genre that originally sparked so much inspiration in his youthful mind. It's a hobby he has no qualms about sharing, but it's still an embarrassing secret of his that very few seem to know. Philanthropy welcomed his inherent nerdism, as they all had their own subjects they enthusiast over: Mei-Ling with her aircrafts and proverbs, Otacon with his computer games and programming, Nastasha and her weaponry expertise and literary finesse...

Recalling on such memories made Snake realize just how lonely he was here. It was no surprise he found himself giving up and resorting to the hermit lifestyle in his too empty apartment once more. None of his friends were here, and if they were, they weren't his.

A beer in his hand, Snake is currently seated on the couch in his apartment. For once, he's not dressed to fight, but adorns a relaxed pair of jeans and t-shirt with a faded print. With his bare feet stretched out in front of him, the soldier can feel his eyes droop at the shoddy visuals of the movie currently playing on his large television screen - which just so happens to be Terminator 2. The apartment itself is littered with instant noodles, tighter clothing strewn across the furniture, which obviously belonged to a frame much smaller than his; although Otacon had moved on and left, the soldier didn't have the heart to clean up his trademark mess.

Games, DVDs, computer parts are dotted around the apartment, as well as his own weapons and training gear. If you can withstand the mess, you're free to poke your head in and see what all the noise is. The door is open.

Current Mood: drained
Current Location: Apartment

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[Ivan's a bit disgruntled tonight, but that doesn't stop him from showing off. He's currently decked out in gold jewelry and expensive stones; mostly king-worth rings and a crown that says Ива́н Гро́зный.]

There was a 3-way tie, so I was forced to roll a dice. Don't make me do that again. [Ivan points towards the poll on the wall.] You have eighteen hours. No more, no less; don't waste my time. And don't vote if you're up for ousting.

[Poll #1784604]

((ooc: Poll & post close at 3:42 pm EST.))

jackassjohn.livejournal.com

[Welp, the game ended early for Big Boss. He allows himself a few hours privacy to bitch and moan, but ultimately decides to find Chico and make good on his promise to play a better game.]

[The old man sets up his playing field with the help of a pool room and a miscellaneous supply closet. Soon the surface of the enormous pool is peppered with tennis balls, plastic rings, corks, swim noodles, air mattresses, you name it. At the bottom of the pool are several sunken water toys, diving rods, and other such things.]

[The object of the game is to collect as many things as possible in 5 minutes. Each thing is worth a certain number of points, but you don't know how many until you get it to your designated spot. Make the values and items up as you go and have fun! Splash fights are allowed, but any serious attempted murder will anger the lifeguard, Kraken, and you'll be tossed out of the room.]

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[That familiar large TV flicks on to reveal a long table filled to the brim with fancy dishes, silverware, decorations, but not a single person in sight. Well, except for Ivan. He's currently gorging himself on some kind of meat and rice dish. After a few seconds of him eating, the Soviet swallows and wipes his face with an embroidered napkin, smiling up at the camera.]

Welcome back to day two~ I was just enjoying some lamb. Oh! Speaking of lambs...

( You are once again forced to listen to his big mouth. )

((ooc: ~~Due to LJ's 3-hour maintenance on the 5th, the post will have 27 hours. It'll end at 9:00 PM EST.~~
Or not, because I suck at time conversions and maintenance starts at 6:30 pm EST. But you guys can have the extra 30-minutes anyway~))

((CLUE IS UP! And it's been SOLVED!))

Current Mood: hungry

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[Ivan's on the large TV again, this time lounging in a jacuzzi under the night sky.]

Ahh~ ...okay, you have 12 hours, or until everybody but the people up for being ousted vote. Hurry up... Mmmhehehe... you can try to sway people not to vote for you too~

Results are viewable this time. Uh, not that they were last time. [He coughs and ends the feed.]

[Poll #1784182]

((ooc: ~~post locks at 9:54 pm EST, or once all the votes are in so we can start Day 2.~~
Everybody's voted, so the post will be closing at 6 pm EST. Be ready!
Also, minus one vote to Chico because Chrysalis voted.))

Current Mood: pleased

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[You find yourself waking up on the floor of a large, typical white room. On the far wall is a large TV monitor, maybe 60" across. For a moment all you hear is a slight chuckle in the background, and then finally the screen flickers on.

Major Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov is sitting on a cushy grand throne, cheek casually resting on the back of his hand, body tilted to the right as his crossed legs keep to the left of the chair. He's really trying to show off, and all he's missing is the throne sitting atop a pile of human skulls or corpses, really.]

Select members of the Nexus, or as I like to call you, Maggots,...I've been so rightfully chosen to Shepard you in a game of Cry Weasel!

( You are forced to listen to the rest of his ridiculous speech. )

((CLUE IS UP! And it's been SOLVED!))

Current Mood: amused

nakedsinner.livejournal.com

[It has been quite some time since Snake has been out and about. Stabbing Ocelot had been satisfying, but it also reminded him that he needed to jump start his plans to regain control of the Nexus. As far as he knows, nobody else has tried to do so lately, so why shouldn't he seize what's available for the taking?]

[And yet, Snake knows a big reason for his earlier failure was that he had not recruited enough allies. Sitting around and waiting for people to come to him hadn't been all that successful... so this time he decides to take things into his own hands and wander around the hallways, looking for people. If you look bored enough, he might just pull you aside.]

littlesoviet.livejournal.com

[The walls were very white and very boring. It was dumb!]

[So this little 11-year-old took it upon himself to find a box of Crayola markers and pretty up the walls of the Nexus. Plus, his parents never let him draw on the walls at home, and how could he pass up such a golden opportunity? As long as they wouldn't find out, because, uh...he didn't want to get in trouble.]

[While it wasn't expected for a kid his age to be Picasso, it was at least sort-of-decent for his age. You could tell what most animals were supposed to be, and he even stayed in the lines (mostly)! Many were also drawings of his favourite Russian cartoon characters, but being from 1949 it was doubtful anybody except a fellow Russian (or Russian enthusiast) would recognize them.]

((ooc: I need to use little Ivan more, so here's a post.))

regularmatahari.livejournal.com

[EVA sits under a large umbrella at the beach; dressed in her usual black bikini as she reads a trashy romance novel with one hand and feeds herself from a large bowl of grapes with the other. She certainly seems to be enjoying herself; occasionally giving a soft laugh or interested hum whilst taking in the story.]

((OOC: Just a very generic EVA post, don't mind me~))

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: Beach

carrioncannon.livejournal.com

[Raven has gone wandering. He is weary, but where shall he stop?]

[A door opens to a fresh ocean breeze. He steps in, and his immense boots sink into the sand of an island's shore.]

[Around him spreads the wreckage of a library. Shelves are half-sunk in the damp sand, some fallen on the grass farther up the shore. Others are scattered everywhere, great volumes with salt-stained leather covers. All are miraculously legible. Obscure volumes, modern novels, even scripts - anything you could hope to find. More scattered volumes lead into the jungle at the island's heart.]

[Raven opens his mouth to speak.]

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

[That is not entirely what he intended to say.]

[And, as he turns to leave, he finds he can't entirely do that.]

[Above his head float the words QUOTES PLACED: 0/3]

((Quote island! Here your character can speak only in quotes from whatever source or medium you choose. They can also name titles; essential, because as you're speaking to other characters, you'll have to correctly identify the source of three of their quotes before you can leave. Using Google to guess is cheating.))

neurotic-insect.livejournal.com

You know how everyone has that little voice that tells you to do stupid things even though you know it's a bad idea? It's a voice very used to arguing, and sometimes you just can't get it to shut up. Now have a look at this door. Looks perfectly safe, right? What could possibly go wrong if you enter it? I mean, look! The sign on it:

~FREE CANDY INSIDE~

You can't deny this door. Why would you? It's candy! Free candy!

Once inside, you see the sign didn't lie. There is all kinds of candy in this room. Oodles of it all over the place. Naturally, once you enter, you learn sweets come with a price. The price is being de-aged.

[[OCC: It's baaaaaaaaaack~ Anyone who enters this room becomes younger. How much younger is up to the mun, and whether or not they keep their adult memories is up to the mun as well. Go nuts. Have some sweets.]]

samegenes.livejournal.com

_{[On the fourth floor of the Nexus, a familiar man's voice can be heard from down the hall. Choosing to follow the sound of that voice will bring you to a conference room.]}

[A quick clearing of the throat. The British man stands tall and proud before his fellow companions. His arms are looped behind his back.]

Ahem!

You! Fellow FOXHOUNDers, have been chosen by yours truly to assist in the revival of the very organization that has posed a vital role in the lives of many a militia throughout the world in its entirety. Many of you will have been directly influenced by the familiar guise FOXHOUND has ascended upon you all, which makes this a far greater salvation in terms of personal proprietary.

For generations, the legacy of FOX has been both a blessing and a curse. An adornment and a stigma. Years after their disbandment, the militant world is now in need of this very organization more than ever. Soldiers, warriors, outcasts! We are not welcome in a world outside of war, which is exactly why we are needed.

[The proud soldier paces up and down the line of individuals standing in linear form.] This is a revival in its truest form! We will be living up to the expectations of a single man's dream; That man being Big Boss.

As you are aware, in preparation for this mission of ours to go ahead precisely as planned, I have chosen a derelict area of the Alaskan slopes to house our base. Remaining true to his objectives, this base was assigned on the grounds that we shall do something magnificent in his honor.

[He stops and turns with his back to the group.] -And it will all revolve around the restoration of the Metal Gear program!

Now, do you have any questions?

_{((ooc: Hey FM. Have a Canon!Liquid Snake. He'll try and recruit you into FOXHOUND or treat you with suspicion. Tread lightly.))}

Current Mood: indescribable
Current Location: 4th Floor

gray-faux.livejournal.com

[Eventually, though it took over a month, Olga was able to get over her fear of leaving her daughter alone. She even stopped feeling the need to stalk the girl protectively while dressed as the cyborg ninja ~~quite as often~~. The girl should be free to be on her own sometimes; to explore and experience new things. Having been quite the rebellious girl herself growing up, Olga knows more than anyone that trying to keep someone coddled and protected only makes them want to break free that much more. So, she let Sunny go on her own today.]

[It was hard, of course. But the woman will just have to find something to distract herself from worrying in the meantime. Sunny was given a cellphone, just in case she needed to call her mother or anyone else. Still...]

[Olga sighs as she enters a public kitchen on her floor to get herself some breakfast. On the refreigerator door was a calendar; conveniently without a year, but the date caught her attention for a moment.]

[Ah... today is her birthday. The woman mutters to herself.] '35', huh...

((OOC: Yup, today is Olga's canon birthday. Not that you'd know that, unless you know her personally or get a good look at the dogtags around her neck that list "September 23rd 19XX" as her D.O.B. And just like last year, she's apparently spending it in the kitchen; making herself scrambled eggs with a side of Russian rations. Oh how history repeats itself.]

Current Mood: blah
Current Location: Kitchen

by-anothername.livejournal.com

[On the eighth floor of the Nexus, outside the older Rose's office there was a sign.]

FREE COUNSELING

also cookies

[On the inside was the younger, blonde Rose, sitting on the chair, looking perplexed. She's not quite sure how she got in here, but she can't leave for whatever reason. The room dressed her in buisness-y looking attire and even gave her a small pair of reading glasses (apparently it makes her look more "therapist-y").]

[Sitting on the table near the door was a plate of innocent cookies (which were provided by the room, not cooked by Rose). Once eaten the cookies make you say whatever is on your mind (basically, any internal thoughts will now be verbalized).]

[Well, the room wasn't letting her out, so Rose decided to munch on some cookies while she waited. She's not even sure why the Nexus decided to do this, it's her older alternate that was the psychologist, not her. In any case, she's not going anywhere fast, so come talk to her.]

((Guess what FM? It's my 2-year anniversary here! Let's celebrate with a therapy thread! This time it's Blonde!Rose's turn. Your character is free to eat the cookies or not, depending on if you want them to blab everything that's on their mind. She's already eaten one so she'll tell you exactly what she thinks of your situation, whether she wants to or not.))

comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com

[Emma held the tray of lasanga gingerly, even though her hands were protected by the oven mitts. It smelled great, loked good, probably would taste like heaven, and she wasn't eating it alone. There were two places set at her modest kitchen table tonight, and she knew exactly who'd be sitting at the other one.]

[Putting the mitts by the sink, she adjusted the pretty blue dress she had put on, switching on her Codec.]

[[CALL]]

EVA? It's Emma~ [Her voice was sweeter than ever thanks to his flirtation skills.] Dinner's ready, so you come on by as soon as you can.

[OOC: For

butthutsrleeper]

originalmiller.livejournal.com

[Being a man of luxury, it was no surprise that a certain Hell Master had taken liberty in implementing certain elements into MSF to suit his needs. Ever so slowly, he found himself becoming more and more integrated into the surroundings and finding a creative light at the end of the tunnel as he adapts the base to his liking.]

[If you happen to stop by at Mother Base today, you will feel compelled to visit the recently-installed sauna suite. It spans out across twenty feet, giving enough room for individuals to seat themselves down and enjoy the preferential treatment of the spa-like atmosphere. It even holds little cornered sections so even the most modest individuals can enjoy their privacy without the concern of prying eyes on their person.]

[Of course, if it gets too hot to handle, there's a pool and hot-tub out back to rely on, as well as an open bar for those who feel like dining in style.]

Current Mood: rejuvenated
Current Location: Mother Base

volginswaifu.livejournal.com

[Three days with Volgin's 10 million volts. After the initial scare and following power high, Ivan had spent the last two days desperately trying to control his powers and not nuke his apartment. Okay, so maybe it wasn't so desperate as passive; Ivan was never a man very willing to accept certain consequences in the face of thrill or hunger.]

[Volgin had lent him his considerably oversized insulation. The boring black one though, not that showy red Raikov was so fond of. Naturally, Ivan covered it up in disgust with his uniform.]

[Almost two days of staying away from the rest of the Nexus, he was well sick of it. One day, he just wanted one day to know what it felt like to have people cower at his feet again! Like back in Groznyj Grad, except instead of cowering at his feet they'd probably wet themselves too.]

[Real power felt like a faint tingle coursing through your entire body, right down to your fingers and toes. Real power was accidentally making a nearby TV explode while glowering at somebody who always sits on the couch. It was knowing you had the upper-hand, and anybody would be foolish to hint otherwise.]

[Of course Ivan was the foolish one. To caught up in himself to realize that with great power, came great responsibility. He'd shocked himself several times by now, and had very little control over the electrical current, allowing it to spike at simple emotional peaks even with the insulation.]

[Well, first order of business? Draw attention to himself! Ivan stepped into a nearby room, shucked off his coat and hat, and promptly began exploding and setting fire to the potted plants, couches, and chairs inside. The smoke set off the fire alarm and sprinklers in the room, giving him a nice electric shock for being so idiotic.]

[Ivan grabbed his stuff and fled the room, lingering near the open door.]

((OOC: He's dangerous! But also stupid and vain, so you know. Tread sort-of carefully.))

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