towerofanimus | ⚕ // way to fall

Characters: Liquid and anyone in the Tower
Setting: The workshop and the library
Format: I'll try to match.
Summary: New (old) uniform, same sarcastic jerk.
Warnings: None yet.

[floor fifteen]
[Liquid was rarely an easy man to find in the Tower. Being a stealth operative by nature led him to make himself scarce; being highly paranoid led him to stay that way. He was rarely seen anywhere but the network, and even then only when someone amused or bewildered him enough that it was deemed a necessity to speak up. While he tended to speak loudly and at great length, there were few people these days that Liquid deemed worth the effort of speaking to at all.]

[Addressing his little 'gift' from the tower was something that took quite some time to call 'worth the effort' as well. It was something he'd discarded years before, something which held only what one could call 'sentimental value'.]

[Hatred was a sentiment, right? Then yeah, sentimental value.]

[But if that was the case--which Liquid repeatedly assured himself it was--then why bother wearing it? The old FOXHOUND uniform was nothing special: fatigues, combat boots, and a long dark brown trenchcoat. (No shirt, of course, because Liquid was the kind of man who spent around sixty percent of his time without one.) The coat was the only part worth notice; he recalled having once worn it proudly as a commander, and it was almost depressing to see what it had become. Bloodstained, singed, and with several bullet holes in it, this was definitely no longer the uniform of a commander.]

[So for reasons that perplexed even Liquid himself, he had found his way to the fifteenth floor workshop. He had nothing better to do, and simply burning the damned thing seemed impractical.]

[That was the story of how a 6' shirtless soldier with a snake and sword on his left arm came to be sewing up bullet holes in a trenchcoat he would never admit he might have still been attached to. Just a little.]

[floor three]

[It was strange to be wearing his old uniform once more; strange enough that Liquid made a mental note to just throw the damned thing back into his trunk later and never spare a thought to it again. The trenchcoat had a nice dramatic flare to it, but even the melodramatic former commander was regretting not having gotten rid of it immediately.]

[Scowling, Liquid focused on the bookshelf in front of him; there was nothing specific he was after. His current criteria was 'anything that could serve as a distraction'.]

[Damn could this place get boring sometimes.]

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[She's creeping closer, her own project not finished. The needle and thread are still dangling from it actually.]

[Don't think the highly paranoid soldier doesn't notice, Orihime.]

What do you think you're doing?

Just looking... I used to be in the handicraft club, so seeing someone else sewing is kind of nostalgic!

...hm. I only learned so I could repair things like this. [Liquid's answer came with a careless shrug of his shoulders.]

[GUN ICON SO RUDE]

But it looks nice!

[IT'S THE GENERAL 'MISTER GRUMPY GILLS' ICON OKAY]

...Does it?

[Did someone just compliment him? DO YOU KNOW HOW RARELY THAT HAPPENS?]

[obviously it's just his subconscious urge to shoot her ;A;]

Yeah! It looks like a strong repair.

[She nods wisely.]

Er....th-... Thank you, in that case.

[liquid, you loser.]

[She finally returns to repairing her own garment.]

Oh yeah! What's your name? Mine is Inoue Orihime!

[She gives just a tiny bow, and a wave, since it doesn't ever seem that anyone is really familiar with her customs.]

[He seemed mildly confused at that for a moment--her name sounded Japanese, so it was obviously some odd mixture of two different kinds of greetings.]

[His own was much simpler; an utterly dismissive look back at the coat he was working on.]

Liquid Snake.

Liquid-san?

[YEAH that sounds nice.]

...Good enough.

[He can hear the 'it's just like one of my Japanese animes' now...]

That's a really unique name, isn't it?

Is it? I hadn't noticed.

[Quit while you're ahead, Orihime.]

But it's interesting anyway!

[~~What liquid is he made out of anyway? Maybe something exotic like kiwi soda...~~]

[ORIHIME PLEASE.]

It's a military codename. That's all.

[Definitely kiwi.]

Wow, codename? Really??

Were you a spy? Ah, is that why you have that kind of coat?

[AT LEAST MAKE IT SOME KIND OF TEA...]

Something like that. [Secrecy was kind of pointless, considering the kind of place and situation they were in.] It was part of my old uniform.

[She gasps. OKAY kiwi tea.]

Wow, that's amazing!

...It is, isn't it?

[Ever seen a bird preening its feathers, Orihime? That's kind of what's happening here.]

And of course I am no less than the best in my field.

[That's okay, she's still terribly impressed anyway. So now he's a kiwi-the-bird-kind, hm...]

Liquid-san, I didn't know! So you must have an impressive jewel collection...

[Because she is under the impression spies and jewel thieves are the same thing.]

[Aaaaaand he's successfully thrown off.]

...Excuse me?

You know, when you lower yourself past lasers, and you cut open a glass box, and you pull the jewel out. But then, even though you're the best, you couldn't know about the the newest technology, robot dogs! So when you're climbing back out, they use their rocket thrusters and come flying at you, so you have to fight them back with the jewel. Because your life is more important! And the jewel will still be worth a lot even with robot dog bite marks.

[And she's making robot bark noises, and miming fighting a dog. Isn't he glad he asked?]

...

[There was no way this was possible, right?]

[There couldn't really be someone even more invested in insane moon logic than Otacon, could there?]

[Mother of cardboard boxes, she was serious.]

...I'm a soldier, not a thief. [The only thing she even got remotely right was the part about lasers...]

But the spy kind is different right?

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