FissionMailed

[In a sixth floor hallway stood two Liquids; one in a suit and the other in a heavily bloodstained SEAL uniform. Both were considerably paler than usual--regardless, the elder one wore a surprisingly calm expression while the younger of the two was clearly agitated.]

We have to do something, anything. Kill him every time he returns? Let our alternates handle it? [The uniformed blond paced restlessly, muttering under his breath as he did.] There must be something, brother.

[The older Liquid simply lit a cigarette with shaking hands, though his eyes were cold and calculating.] Clearly, we have a serious problem at best. And just after I'd gotten rid of Snake...

A problem?! That sick son of a bitch is more than a 'problem', brother! [Liquid scowled viciously at his younger self, adrenaline still burning through every inch of his body.]

Calm down. Keep a level head for once in your life, would you? Now shut up and listen to me--we split up, find our versions of Otacon, and come up with something with them. [The scarred former soldier's voice seemed just the smallest bit unstable--as if he was forcing himself not to break down.] Now get going, that's an order.

...tch. [Grudgingly, Liquid turned and stormed off--his counterpart moved silently, exhaling a thin haze of smoke as he went down the hallway in the opposite direction.]

((ooc: Italics = worlds_serpent. He's looking for vestri_vires, and liquidouroboros is searching for reichenbackup. Feel free to run into either of them; they're both a little unstable at the moment.))

[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 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 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))