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[liquidouroboros]

Characters: Liquid and open!
Format: I'll try to match.
Summary: Adventure and exploration with a miserable bastard.
Warnings: None yet.

[floor one hundred]

[Liquid had shoved the bloodstained FOXHOUND coat with its repaired bullet holes back into his trunk, going back to the usual dark green SEAL uniform. Of all the things to be stuck with, it had to be a disguise. Fate forbid he have the fortune enough to wear something normal the day some impossible Tower decided to kidnap him.]

[Whatever. It was a small item on the list of things he could complain about, after all. Shaking his head, the ponytailed blond set himself to a cautious exploration of the Tower. He'd intended to survey most of the floors from the stairs to begin with; who the hell knew what could happen if he stepped off. Liquid Snake was not one to fear death, but he wasn't going to rush blindly into something that might well get him killed. But the hundredth floor made him pause--it couldn't really be empty, right--and before he knew it he'd already walked off the staircase.]

[There wasn't much to it; what manifested immediately was the sight of a run down apartment with the New York skyline barely visible out the windows. Immediately on his guard (because of course he wouldn't fall for an obvious illusion--the soldier's hand rested on his holstered pistol as he looked around.]

...Hal? I don't suppose you're in here, are you?

[It was worth a shot, futile as he knew the attempt was. Liquid was kind of stupid like that. Of course there was no answer, but at least there were no monsters running about yet. Having decided to linger here just a minute before continuing on, the soldier moved to sit in a nearby chair...and of course fell straight through it, cursing vividly in Arabic.]

[So much for not falling for an obvious illusion.]

[floor sixty-two]

Why is there so much damned water in this hellhole?

[The irritated question was voiced mostly to himself, Liquid giving the ocean as much of a dirty look as one could possibly give scenery. One might be forgiven for thinking that specific ocean had just insulted him personally. Could 'Liquid' have hated water? Go figure.]

[floor fifty-nine]

[Liquid could not have had less intention to dare step off the stairs on that floor. But he didn't seem like he was about to leave, either--in fact he seemed rooted to the spot, hands curled into white-knuckled fists and a severe thousand-yard stare on his face that had rapidly lost all color.]

[Whatever was going through his head as he stared at a floor full of torture equipment, he was a million miles away at the moment.]

[cafeteria]

[To summarize his attempt at exploration: it sucked. Liquid was annoyed, on edge, and rummaging through the cafeteria's supply like his life depended on it. Finally, he made his displeasure known, in a very loud British-accented voice declaring what may have been the single highest priority for anyone raised in Oxford:]

Is this half-rate mess honestly all there is for tea in this miserable place?!

[The greatest soldier of his time, ladies and gentlemen.]

Comments

[notayoungkitten]

To keep you safe, of course.

[liquidouroboros]

...Excuse me? You think I need or even want protection?

[Liquid scowled, immediately defensive.]

I've taken care of myself this long, I can continue to do so even in some impossible tower. I don't need you or anyone else, Ocelot.

[notayoungkitten]

[She had been expecting a reaction like that.]

I don't doubt your strength or skill, but we are not in a world we are familiar with.

[She's a bit too prideful to admit that she's in over her head with the monsters though.]

[liquidouroboros]

And you think I can't adapt, is that it?

[Stupidly prideful vs. stupidly prideful with an inferiority complex. Oh boy.]

I'm sure you wouldn't dare think that of dear brother, now would you?

[notayoungkitten]

[Sigh, Liquid.]

We're not talking about your brother!

I'd think the same thing about him, damn it!

[liquidouroboros]

Like hell you would!

[Maybe the sarcasm and apathy he'd held up to now had been some kind of coping mechanism, or maybe this was just a particularly miserable day. Whatever the reason, Liquid snarled like an angry wildcat and snapped in an utterly frustrated voice.]

All of you compared me to him behind my back, that's all you ever did! That was all anyone ever did--anyone who knew of brother or father looked at me like I was nothing! Why should you be any different, parallel world or not?! And for that matter, why should I rely on anyone who should have such reason to doubt me?!

[notayoungkitten]

[Her eyes soften, an unusual look for Ocelot.]

Why would I ever doubt you?

[Hell, if it hadn't been for FOXDIE, Ocelot is confident that Liquid would have gotten a lot further in her world. Snake was the one with no motivation to continue fighting. It had been why she had gravitated to Liquid in the first place

Not that it had ever stopped his inferiority complex.]

[liquidouroboros]

Because everyone does.

[notayoungkitten]

I don't.

[And it's true for once.]

[liquidouroboros]

...Don't you dare. Don't look at me like that and say something so ridiculous, I won't believe you.

[notayoungkitten]

[Her expression hardens.]

Then don't.

[liquidouroboros]

I see no reason to believe such an outrageous statement from anyone else.

[Watch your phrasing, Liquid.]

[notayoungkitten]

[Ocelot notices that phrasing, but isn't the sort to point it out.]

I wouldn't expect you to.

[liquidouroboros]

So why even say it?

[notayoungkitten]

Why not? It doesn't make this place any less dangerous.

[liquidouroboros]

It also doesn't make me think you any more trustworthy.

[notayoungkitten]

It's better to have someone as a second even if you cannot trust them.

[liquidouroboros]

I'd sooner be on my own than have anyone in this tower as my second.

[notayoungkitten]

That's suicide and you know it.

[liquidouroboros]

I don't care.

[notayoungkitten]

And if I were to say I do?

Would your partner be happy to hear about your throwing yourself into danger without help?

[liquidouroboros]

Don't bring him into this.

[Instantly bristling, Liquid snarled.] You know nothing of Otacon or Philanthropy, and I won't stand here while you presume that you do.

[notayoungkitten]

You're right. I don't.

[But she knows a lot about protecting one's partner and has a feeling nonetheless.]