Liquid Snake | 'James Moriarty' (
liquidouroboros) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-10-10 01:07 am
Entry tags:
⚕ // symphony of the new world
Characters: Liquid and everyone that wants to put up with him.
Setting: Various floors around the Tower.
Format: Whichever you prefer.
Summary: I lost my nerd. I want him back.
Warnings: One cranky soldier that chews scenery like everyone else played by Cam Clarke.
[Dormitory Floors]
[A soldier in uniform was stalking about the floor today, glancing around every time he happened to pass an open door or new hallway. He didn't seem lost, exactly--more like he was very intently looking for something or someone.]
[Every so often he'd raise a hand to press against a spot just behind his ear, pause, then look either discouraged or irritated for some unknown reason.]
[F27, Laboratory]
[In his cautious searching, Liquid came across a laboratory. He didn't dare call it familiar, but...if he was going to find what he was after, it would probably be somewhere like this. If you want to find a tree, look in a forest. If you want to find a scientist, look in a laboratory.]
...Otacon?
[Dammit, that little nerd was going to get an earful of annoyed British soldier when Liquid found him.]
[F14, Media Room]
[This was getting ridiculous. Liquid didn't believe for a second that his world was destroyed; in his mind, it simply wasn't possible. That would mean he'd failed, and Liquid Snake never failed.]
[Except for when he did.]
[But it wasn't possible. He couldn't have failed this time. Otacon and Raiden had to be around somewhere. Why couldn't his codec send out any kind of signal to them? Liquid was intent on working this out to some conclusion that made sense, finding logic where there was none readily apparent. He had to focus, to determine what he was missing. Find whatever lost and hidden facts completed this mad little puzzle.]
[To anyone watching, however, he would have just seemed to be listening to the quiet music playing nearby with a distant and serious expression.]
[F3, Library]
['When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.']
[Liquid had accepted a great deal of improbable things this morning. He accepted he was in an otherworldly tower. He accepted that universes and worlds existed far beyond the Earth he came from in 2009. But what he refused to accept was the idea that he could possibly be completely cut off from Otacon. They'd never been apart in nearly five years; everywhere one half of Philanthropy went, the other followed whether through radio or in person.]
[For the thirty-sixth time that day, Liquid tried to dial Otacon's codec frequency--141.12, just as it always had been. But he couldn't so much as send a signal, as though it was jammed somehow. Leaning back against the nearest shelf, the blond soldier scowled and cursed under his breath.]
[The one improbable thing he would never accept was that he could be all that remained of Philanthropy and the world they were trying to save.]
Setting: Various floors around the Tower.
Format: Whichever you prefer.
Summary: I lost my nerd. I want him back.
Warnings: One cranky soldier that chews scenery like everyone else played by Cam Clarke.
[Dormitory Floors]
[A soldier in uniform was stalking about the floor today, glancing around every time he happened to pass an open door or new hallway. He didn't seem lost, exactly--more like he was very intently looking for something or someone.]
[Every so often he'd raise a hand to press against a spot just behind his ear, pause, then look either discouraged or irritated for some unknown reason.]
[F27, Laboratory]
[In his cautious searching, Liquid came across a laboratory. He didn't dare call it familiar, but...if he was going to find what he was after, it would probably be somewhere like this. If you want to find a tree, look in a forest. If you want to find a scientist, look in a laboratory.]
...Otacon?
[Dammit, that little nerd was going to get an earful of annoyed British soldier when Liquid found him.]
[F14, Media Room]
[This was getting ridiculous. Liquid didn't believe for a second that his world was destroyed; in his mind, it simply wasn't possible. That would mean he'd failed, and Liquid Snake never failed.]
[Except for when he did.]
[But it wasn't possible. He couldn't have failed this time. Otacon and Raiden had to be around somewhere. Why couldn't his codec send out any kind of signal to them? Liquid was intent on working this out to some conclusion that made sense, finding logic where there was none readily apparent. He had to focus, to determine what he was missing. Find whatever lost and hidden facts completed this mad little puzzle.]
[To anyone watching, however, he would have just seemed to be listening to the quiet music playing nearby with a distant and serious expression.]
[F3, Library]
['When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.']
[Liquid had accepted a great deal of improbable things this morning. He accepted he was in an otherworldly tower. He accepted that universes and worlds existed far beyond the Earth he came from in 2009. But what he refused to accept was the idea that he could possibly be completely cut off from Otacon. They'd never been apart in nearly five years; everywhere one half of Philanthropy went, the other followed whether through radio or in person.]
[For the thirty-sixth time that day, Liquid tried to dial Otacon's codec frequency--141.12, just as it always had been. But he couldn't so much as send a signal, as though it was jammed somehow. Leaning back against the nearest shelf, the blond soldier scowled and cursed under his breath.]
[The one improbable thing he would never accept was that he could be all that remained of Philanthropy and the world they were trying to save.]

Laboratory
What do you want--?!
[Richtofen had been peering into a microscope, but the voice startles him into whipping around. He grips the edge of the table, visibly tense - the look on his face is akin to what one would wear after being caught doing something particularly bad. The white doctor's coat he's wearing over his Wehrmacht uniform has a few stains of varying color on it.]
...Um.
[After a few seconds pass, he begins to look almost ashamed of his outburst. He's not used to people barging into the lab like that. He gives a nervous laugh.]
I mean, haha, how are you doing today? We have never met, ja?
[In contrast to his earlier shout, he sounds pleasant now, almost artificially so.]
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Calm down, I'm hardly interested in whatever it is you might be doing. [If anyone knew what 'hi, I'm up to something' looked like, it was probably Liquid.]
I don't believe we have. My name is...well, call me Moriarty for now. Lieutenant Junior Grade James Moriarty.
[Liquid, make up your mind how to introduce yourself.]
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...Doctor Richtofen. You may call me "Doctor." [He's gotten into the habit of introducing himself like that, but honestly, he doesn't care either way. It still made him sound snooty as hell, though.]
You are new here?
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[He didn't exactly seem too concerned by the situation. At the very least, he wasn't panicking like one might expect newcomers to.]
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Dormitory
New guy?
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Library
Such language for a library.
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[Though he still doesn't bother to turn to face the other man, or so much as turn his head.]
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Laboratory
... Sorry, I'm the only person in here right now.
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Nope, no one else has been around while I've been in here... Sorry.
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Dormitory
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1/...you know what i'll just tell you when he's done.
2/ you shouldn't have said the g word
3/3
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Library
[It had to be if it refused to do anything after it still refused to function even though the other man was pressing the buttons repetitively.]
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F14, Media Room
And then she rolled her head in Liquid's direction. Hadn't he picked this out?]
Hey...
[...oh! Wait, there went the tempo again, and she stopped, suddenly fascinated once more.]
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[Liquid glanced over at that, having been paying more attention to his thoughts than any company.]
...oh hey this was a thing, wasn't it
Sonata wanted to know when you were gonna be finished listening to this! But...
[And then she stares back up at the ceiling, looking quite surprised.]
...but it's pretty good.
whooooops
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Laboratory
Sorry, your nerd's in another tower. [Seriously, "Otacon"?]
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