If you want to find your future... go through that door.
*The bookcase in the back of the room slid to the side revealing an opening.*
This is the first time I've ever used my powers to help someone...
*He could feel himself slipping away.*
It's strange... it feels...
*he was struggling even more, his breathing making the last word difficult to say.*
Nice...
*Once he managed it though he felt his body go limp, and for a moment he could feel nothing. He must be dead now, or at least that was what he thought. But something strange seemed to occur. He realized that he could feel a floor beneath himself again, and he heard voices nearby. They didn't belong to the girl Meryl, or the soldier Solid Snake. He opened his eyes and slowly got back on his feet.*
This must be purgatory.
*He started to float down the hallways looking for the sources of the voices he had heard.*
((OOC: Have a [living] Psycho Mantis shortly after when his death should have occurred in MGS1 :) ))
- Location:Hallway
- Mood:
confused
The last thing he remembered was that he had barely managed to survive against Revolver Ocelot's electric torture for him. It hurt like hell, feeling all those tiny little bolts of electricity go through him, but he'd be damned if he was going to give into the torture. Not only because he wasn't the type of guy to give in so easily, but also because he had Meryl to look after. Naomi could give him as hard of a time as she wanted about the girl, but if there was anyone who didn't deserve to be roped into all of this, it was her. And after hearing a couple people refer to Ocelot as a torture specialist, he certainly didn't want to even try to imagine what he'd do to a rookie soldier, such as Meryl.
But now, he was topless, weaponless, and felt sore in nearly all parts of his body. That part he was expecting, as the last thing he remembered, before passing out, was being dragged out by two guards. So why didn't he seem to be imprisoned right now? Had someone broken him out? Didn't seem very likely, but there was a minute possibility that the ninja running around, or rather, Grey Fox might have had something to do with it. However, even if that was the case, the halls seemed too clean and not nearly blood-stained enough to indicate that he had been around.
Even if he was home free though, this didn't mean that his mission was over! He had to save Meryl! He had to stop Liquid and the others from launching a nuke! He couldn't just stand around and lament on this odd situation!
So he quickly took cover behind a wall, quickly scanning his eyes around the area for hints of any familiar landmarks he had memorized of Shadow Moses. Seeing nothing, he bent to the ground, and rose a hand to activate his Codec.
"Colonel, this is Snake! Can you read me?!"
Hearing nothing in response, Snake growled lowly in frustration. Great. He didn't know where the hell he was at, and his commander for the mission seemed to be offline. He also tried contacting Master Miller, Mei Ling, and Otacon, but all attempts came to no avail. Thinking for a moment, he then tried tuning the frequency to 140.15, but as expected, no response came of that either.
"Hnngh..."
Now he really was all alone, huh? Well, he supposed that the only thing that he could do was find a way out. Clinging himself to the walls, he set out to do just that, peeking his head from the corner every once in a while, to make sure no guards were on his ass. After all, one could never be too safe.
((Have a MGS1 Snake. This one comes from directly after the torture scene, so he still doesn't know about most of the deal behind Shadow Moses. Because this mun thought that FM needed moar MGS1.))
- Mood:
confused
Presently he's typing away on his laptop, which is not actually smaller than usual, that's just an optical illusion. Also, there might be a slight chocolate stain on his shirt.
The delightful giggle-snort that erupts when Something On The Internet Is Funny, however, is exactly the same. More frenzied typing ensues.]
((Dammit, chat, I promised myself no more characters. Y u do dis.))
Walking to the bar, she has no clue what the outcome is going to be. She doesn't know how much she can even say to him. There's many things she herself doesn't even know about all those years in-between. She figures it couldn't hurt to at least talk to him. He seemed understandable and willing to give her a chance.
She opens the bar door and glances around for him.
((for
She sighed and started skipping stones across the water, she was starting to feel a little lonely for once.]
((OOC: Bother~? Or you could just come hang out at the park :B))
- Location:Park
- Mood:
restless - Music:Lentil - Sia
Not that she was out of shape before, but she's definitely starting to get back into that top physical form that she used to be in. Especially in the leg and abdominal areas. After a particularly long run on the treadmill, Fortune is now bent over the machine, panting heavily as she rests her forehead on the support bars. She in her usual sports bra/sweatpants combo, trying to catch her breaths as she feels a wonderfully painful ache in her muscles.
As much as her body is protesting against this harsh treatment, the woman drinks from her bottled water as she prepares to continue her workout. Helena is once again back to doing what she does best; turning her anger and sadness into power.
((Hey- Get your lazy ass to the gym. Feel free to use any of the equipment or talk to Fortune if you like.))
- Location:GYM
- Mood:
rejuvenated
This one looks a wee bit more outdated than most, though. And he's rocking that accent Johannesburg-style.]
...No way a building of this size could be sound. It's built like an accordion, constantly expanding through the middle... And where do extant floors come from?
It could do with some more crates as well...
"...Um...David?" Otacon called out in confusion; instead of the soldier he had been talking to a split second ago, the engineer was confronted with an empty hallway in an unfamiliar building. Glancing around, he adjusted his glasses and spoke again: a little bit louder this time but no less uncertain.
"Is...is anyone here?"
he finishes stripping, dropping the last ammo pouch on the ground with the rest of his gear, and faces the other man]
Ready when you are, sir.
(continued from here! locked to
...What the?
[When she emerged, well, she wasn't a she anymore.]
...
[The genderswap room has opened it's "loving" doors again to you lot. Come on in.]
- Mood:
what
It has been awhile since Santa has explored around this place. Although, really it was only a day since he set foot out of one of the rooms, but it appeared much more time has passed since. Perhaps one of the rooms he went in may have had a warped sense of time.
Never the less, with his big sack slung over his shoulders, he went to explore around the area. Until he came across a familiar looking... duck.
In fact, it almost looked like...
"Para-medic?" he said. "It's her duck."
He bent down, to examine the duck. Surprisingly, it's been well mannered, since god knows what Para-medic would've done to the poor duck.
The duck glances over to Santa, curiously. It tilts it's head, giving him a good look before repositioning it's head. She waddles over to him and starts nuzzling it's head.
"Quack", the duck said.
Santa bent down and began to pet the duck on it's head, to which it responded by nuzzling the palm of his hand.
"Hrn..." he groans, "If only Para-medic was like this duck and wasn't as annoying..."
- Mood:
anxious
Liquid, to say the least, had not expected to wake up in a courtyard. Especially since his last memory before then was of falling off Metal Gear REX. If I ever see Emmerich again, he thought bitterly, I'll kill him for that blasted radome. What kind of idiot puts all the sensors in a place pracically marked 'hit this'?
But that was pushed to the back of his mind; Liquid decided first to find out where exactly he was and how he had gotten there.
[She made them especially for the little David she's been raising. Now, those of you who know EVA know that she usually doesn't cook... and for good reason. But EVA figured she'd give it another try today- Which is why she plans on testing these cookies out on you. If you're walking by, she'll have to insist that you try one- whether you want to or not.]
[There's... something a little off about the way they look...]
((Open to all))
- Mood:accomplished
((Yeah, have fun. :V))
- Location:a random hallway
- Mood:
bored
[However, after experimenting with the stealth in the suit for far too long, she found herself to be experiencing the worst kind of hunger she ever had in her life. Was this why the Fears were constantly eating? What the hell was up with their stomachs anyways? She didn't know, but for damned certain she was going to get some food. So at the moment, you might fight this fake Fear mowing down on food in the kitchen. She didn't know how the hell the Fears managed to stay so damned skinny, but she didn't care if she got fat from all the food she was eating. It wasn't like this was her actual body anyways.]
[Depending on who enters the kitchen though, Natalia may ask some questions...or at least try to start some conflict. After all, what good was this opportunity if she couldn't stir a little shit for that Fear to enjoy when he came back?]
- Mood:
hungry
This place is so boooring.
[She frowned, leaning her chin on her hands.
Come chill on the roof :v]
The morning's newspaper is also open on the desk in front of her; it's a February 2010 copy of the Washington Post. Yesterday's was October 1946. Nexus newspapers are as temporally varied as the inhabitants, but it is usually the Washington Post. Naomi's only been reading the sports section, as she suspects the rest of the paper is a Patriot lie.
One has to wonder if the nexus issues library fines, but given the building's usual nature and temperament, she doesn't want to chance finding out. Best do all her reading here, then.]
((OOC: Bother Naomi, or just drop by to look for something to read. :D))
- Location:Library
In Para-Medic's body.]
[He couldn't get used to the feeling of a bra, so he's just lounging in one of his shirts which was far too large for his womanly body.]
[At least he could empathise with EVA now... Breasts were heavy things to have.]
But she is yelling into her radio.]
Campbell! Where the hell is that truck?
((told you, Lucky.))
[You may notice a Pain carrying a Sorrow down the hallway. He's looking for a room where he can stash him until he wakes up; one that will have a good supply of painkillers or be locked. His thoughts center on his fight with Alek and his last time with Fear, although he worries about Sorrow waking up too early and misunderstanding what happened to him. Better for everyone he stayed alive with his new smile. Easier for all of them.]
[When he's done, he finds a room that showed signs of being forced open with a knife. Interesting. It's out of the way and, he suspects, will be a good place to do some finishing medical work on Sorrow's new Glasgow smile.
He opens the door and steps in, shifting Sorrow more comfortably when he notices something wrong with his hands...]
Huh.
[Where'd the scars go?]
[[I got permission from scrib to go ahead with the Sorrowing since the thread is going slowly x3 So, Disney room! You come in, you turn into a Disney character, hilarity ensues. Lasts for as long as you want. Feel free to comment on Sorrow's situation or ignore the Cobra hijinks to ruin Disney forever while doing other things.]]
- Location:Disney Room!
- Mood:Confused
- Music:Topsy Turvy--Hunchback of Notre Dame
There is now an "Ocelot" walking very awkwardly down a hallway.]
What the hell is this supposed to be? Looks like a sneaking suit, but why's it bright red? Maybe it's designed to work against infrared sensors...? Hnn...
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[OOC: I'm not dead~. SO. Cosplay room. I guess whether or not your character takes on the personalities of the character they're dressed up as, or whether or not it lasts outside of the room, is up to the player. (Thinks there's been a room like this before but wasn't there for it)]
[He's seen EVA do this. He's seen Elisa do this. He'd even seen Big Boss do it once, but the man seemed to have an affinity for not even waiting for this step to be completed before he was shoveling it into his mouth... He is confident he can perform this task as well.]
[Resting on the counter beside him, a package of instant noodles. In front of him? A pot of water on the stove. He's watching the pot, waiting for the water to start boiling. From what he knows, water tends to boil quickly on a stove. What he's neglected to do is realize the burner should be on a setting higher than "1" to achieve this.]
[...Regardless, he seems pretty transfixed on this pot of (not boiling) water.]
