dream → 003

[hunt_jackals]

Dream effects: A sense of safety and gratitude at the end
Warnings: none

Comments

[scientize]

[The dream means absolutely nothing to Naomi.

The doctor pays little attention as the scene flashes across her Dreamberry screen, her own emotions overpowering whatever the dream itself is attempting to share with her. Liquid may be feeling warm and fuzzy after a sweet dream like that, but there is absolutely no way that Naomi would fall for any of it.

She fixes a piercing, hateful stare on the injured man once the dream concludes. That's pure venom in her voice.]

Don't ever come near Frank again.

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[Naomi's call woke him. He reached over and grabbed the Dreamberry off of the bedside table.]

I only came after him for what he did to Brother. Beyond that, I have no business with him.

[scientize]

Good, then we have no reason to be speaking.

[And bitch that she is, Naomi hangs up. She's still a bit pissed over the whole repeated attempts at killing her bother thing.

She'll cool down eventually.]

[hunt_jackals]

[Liquid really didn't care if Naomi spoke to him or not; he had no love for her, just as she had none for him.]

( Voice )

[hunt_jackals]

[Abel's reply didn't really surprise him; he seemed like the kind of man who would, though Liquid hadn't known that he had a brother.]

It never happened. It's a dream, nothing more.

[No brother came to rescue Liquid in the desert.]

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Hn.

[It bothered him, though-- this dream, along with the fact that Snake had spared him when he was injured, was confusing him.]

[In his dream, he hadn't hated Snake. But that was just a dream, and it would never be like that in reality... right?]

...I didn't know you had a brother.

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Snake would hear a slightly annoyed sound before the video feed clicked on; he was a bit irritated at being woken up again. He was actually sleeping halfway decently for once-- probably because of the painkillers they were giving him-- and he really wasn't appreciating being woken up at odd hours of the night.

To answer Snake's question, the face on his Dreamberry screen had a hell of a shiner.

"How the hell do you think it is?"

[hunt_jackals]

"I've had worse."

It was painful, but it would heal up reasonably quickly and it wasn't an kind of unbearable pain, anyway. Nothing was badly damaged, just sore and annoying.

He might as well cut to the chase, though, since Snake didn't seem to want to.

"...I want to know something, brother. Why did you bother to help me? Why didn't you leave me to die?"

[perfektioniert]

[Though Franziska has not yet had the delightful pleasure of interacting with Liquid Snake one-on-one before, the young prosecutor has memorized his criminal record by heart. It seems to be one foolishly incompetent mistake after the other with him. Not a major lawbreaker, but certainly an annoyance.

That icy cold smirk of hers is nowhere close to friendly.]

It's a shame that your foolish brother can't save you from the hours of community service you must complete upon your recovery.

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[The expression she received in turn was equally as cold and aloof.]

Community service is hardly a punishment that holds any terror for me. I don't need rescued from such a thing, Miss von Karma.

[perfektioniert]

[Well, at least he has the sense to not call her Franziska like most of the other fools she's spoken to here.]

How perfectly commendable. A man who can accept his punishment with no complaints.

[hunt_jackals]

[He doesn't know her well enough for first names. He would expect her not to use the first name of his alias, either.]

As any man should. I can take responsibility for my actions, Miss von Karma.