[identity profile] whyamisobritish.livejournal.com
[It is entirely for Otacon's sake.]

[Even if it would be far more satisfying and make far more sense to be committing bloody murder for Otacon's sake.]

[But no. He is far too kind for his own good and capable of forgiving the unforgivable, taking in injured creatures even when they were rabid.]

[That is why Liquid is reading The Day of the Jackal in a chair next to the couch in his quarters, on which lies a wounded, blinded Talib.]

((open))

And then-!

Oct. 9th, 2010 12:38 pm
[identity profile] be-safe-hal.livejournal.com
[On the upper levels, it's very quiet. That is, until this female voice starts talking.]

Uh uh. No. No no no. Oh for the love of- HAL! I told you if you changed my password one more time, I'd... take that picture of...

[Oh look, Emma, remember this place?]

... what the hell...
[identity profile] be-safe-hal.livejournal.com
[While Liquid below is setting up the theater as a safe place, Emma's running about, looking for civilians that might be caught in the middle. And yes, she's definitely focusing on finding [livejournal.com profile] mnotacomputer, [livejournal.com profile] jailbait_guilt, and [livejournal.com profile] sonofstorms]

Hal, where are you...? I swear, if you really were that stupid...
[identity profile] liquidouroboros.livejournal.com
[Liquid had remembered the advice Pain had once given him, and was currently setting up a gauntlet of traps around the theater on the eighth floor.]

I hate being right sometimes...should probably have more Claymores. [He raised a hand to his head--there were at least two people he needed to contact as soon as possible.]

[CALL: 141.12 [livejournal.com profile] reichenbackup]

Otacon, it's me. Get to the eighth floor theater as soon as you can; and be careful, this building is not even remotely safe at the moment. Not to mention I've set traps all over the immediate area.

[CALL: 141.52 [livejournal.com profile] be_safe_hal]

Emma. I've managed to prepare everything; there is enough ammunition here to take down five of REX, not to mention we should hear anyone coming a mile away for all the explosives in this hall.

[Disconnecting the call, he leaned heavily on the door frame and sighed...though the faintest smirk came to his face. It was as Otacon had once said--Liquid was happiest when he was fighting. He was in his element now...except he had people to protect. That was different, and he just hoped it wouldn't change anything.]

((Open to anyone against BB/looking for a place to hide out. <3))
[identity profile] livingherdream.livejournal.com
[A hanger. That was the source of the power behind Big Boss and his Soldiers. No, it wasn't an empty shell of a hall, but a large space for a certain monster of a machine. His robot. All of his soldiers were lined up in front of REX II, readied with ammunition and various weaponry. And he had also encouraged them to equipt a BOX should any petty individuals decide to try and stop him. Medical supplies were stored and stacked away in one of the storage rooms in the hanger.]

[It had been building for months, this strive for power to shake this place up. He longed to gain satisfaction in bringing suffering to those that had made him suffer for so many years. He could never forgive, neither could he forget what had been done. He planned on proving a point, even if it meant the destruction of this building.]

[Big Boss was standing proudly, smirking as he sent one of his engineers to elevate the doors so REX could be piloted out into the Nexus. He glanced to his right-hand side where [livejournal.com profile] zanzibarasshole was stood.]

Fox. It is time.

As for everyone else, you will assist and fight anyone that comes in our way. Do whatever you must in order to gain the upper hand.

Our reign of power begins now.

[Readied with his own equipment, Big Boss strides out of the hanger with an arrogant flare. In order for them to get a headstart, he had rigged a collection of C4 in the lobby. Drawing a remote from his pocket, he pushed it and caused said explosives to erupt the hallways.]


((ooc: Not sure what's going on? Check this thread for alignment.))
[identity profile] be-safe-hal.livejournal.com
[Someone was allowed to code a virus.

[Someone's also being an unholy terror while doing so, barking out commands and threatening to break things if it doesn't decide it wants to work.

[This someone probably needs a break. Preferably before her bloodstream is more caffeine than blood.]
[identity profile] codec-mechanic.livejournal.com
[A dark room where the lights are closed.

The glow of a computer monitor is reflected in Otacon's glasses as his eyes scan the screen in front of him. The readout on it displays that files are being transferred. The process finishes and Hal pulls a flash drive out of the computer's USB port, slipping it into his coat pocket. He moves the mouse, clicks it a few times, and a window opens up onscreen to notify him that his files are being deleted. Hal then shuts off the computer, waiting until the screen goes fully black before rising from his seat and slipping out of the room.

He blinks into the bright hallway light. Pats the pocket at his side and starts to walk away, whistling to himself as he goes.]
[identity profile] be-safe-hal.livejournal.com
[No sleep while working on coding makes Emma fall asleep at computer. She has a lovely imprint of the keyboard on her face and an equally lovely imprint of her glasses on her arm. There's something in the mug that looks like sugar with some coffee in it. She makes a soft noise, moving her head slightly, waking just enough to be surprised once someone comes by]
[identity profile] be-safe-hal.livejournal.com
[There is a room. It's completely void of furniture. When you enter and turn on the light, it's just a big, empty, white room. Completely harmless.

[Emma shrugs, and turns off the light as she leaves. How strange. Just a normal- her thoughts cut off as she hears fabric ripping. With a resigned look, she feels behind her and confirms that yes, she now sports a big hole in the seat of her pants.

[She had no way of knowing that room was a Bad Luck Room, where she will now have bad luck for the next three days. Of course, it could be majorly bad... or just silly bad like ripping your pants.]
[identity profile] otaconic.livejournal.com
[Something feels very odd today.]

[Otacon feels very very odd. A weird sensation in the back of his mind telling him that it's an important day today. But he can't put his finger on it.]

[He decides to settle that confusion with a trip to the kitchen. He roumages around, noticing that there were a few more sweets in the fridge than usual. Like an entire plate of cupcakes.]

... [He looked around for a moment, and then back to the cupcakes. Totoro cupcakes.]



I wonder why these are in here...

[He really doesn't know it's his birthday.]
[identity profile] be-safe-hal.livejournal.com
Oh for- [She's on her stomach, sprawled across... a kitchen counter? Well, she's working on a coffee maker] Stop working on me, you little- oh no you don't. Get back here. You're going to make the best coffee we've ever tasted you little fuc- ... how in the world am I supposed to get to that without screwing up what I just did? Auuugh...
[identity profile] be-safe-hal.livejournal.com
[Emma walked out of a room, wobbling slightly as the bags hanging from her shoulders hit the threshold. She looks... a bit older] Sunny! Sun-ny! Aunt Emma's here to visit!

Sunny...? Hal, where's...? [She looked around, peeking over the edge of her glasses as they transition back from sunglasses] ... okay, my sense of direction isn't that bad.

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