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.]

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So serious! You are no fun at all.
[He's just going to deliberately leave the question unanswered for now, see if this guy gets annoyed easily or not.]
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I'm not exactly in the mood for games at the moment.
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[Oh, now he's just being a douche. Can you tell by the cheek-splitting smile on his face?]
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I'm not much for idle entertainment.
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[Richtofen sounded a bit bored, and, accordingly, he sighed. Instead of just looking over his shoulder, he opted to turn and face Moriarty completely to continue their conversation.]
I suppose if you must know... The people who run this tower like to use everyone inside it as their little guinea pigs. [He glared off to the side and grit his teeth.] Including me! Verdammt Schweinehunds!
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[It was not an appealing idea to say the least, but Liquid's expression remained more or less steady. German wasn't one of his spoken languages, but anyone could pick up Richtofen's meaning easily.]
They've a funny way of 'saving' us if that's what they think it means.
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[Richtofen was really bad at holding his tongue. It had been steadily getting worse since last month's "experiment," which had left Richtofen with a bad taste in his mouth, to say the very least. He'd been having even more unintentional slip-ups, and felt like he had less of a hold on his thoughts than ever before.
Suffice to say, he would not be putting in any kind words for the tower administrators any time soon.]
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Yes, well. That would be too easy, I suppose.
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[If there was any sarcasm in Moriarty's remarks, it was completely lost on Richtofen.]
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I find people that intent on elaborate games tend to be cryptic as well.
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[A few months in the Tower has taught him that much.]