Snakes and Kittens come to play
Who: Liquid Snake and Ocelot
When: August 16th, afternoon
Where: Ocelot's apartment
Summary: A concerned Liquid goes to check on his future subordinate.
Warnings: None (yet). Watch this space for updates.
The sun beat down on the streets, but Liquid hardly noticed it. He had spent years in the desert, enough to bleach his hair and darken his skin. He had been shirtless in Alaska. Temperature hardly bothered him any more.
What did bother him was the disconcerting feeling that he was imbalanced. Not physically imbalanced, of course, Liquid's balance was impeccable. This was more of a mental imbalance. A change in his perfectly controlled state of being. For years, Liquid had been isolated from others, mentally if not physically. He was detached, uncaring. Now, trapped in this place, he'd had little option but to open up however slightly. Bit by bit, those cracks in the walls had widened. He was still paranoid, still wary of letting people close, but it seemed a couple of people had reached their fingers through the gaps and touched a part of him long since thought dead. A part of him that actually seemed to care when they were suffering.
Nobody would have doubted that he still held homicidal tendencies towards his Father in particular, although Snake had managed to escape the sights of his FA MAS even before disappearing. It had never been Snake who his anger was most directed at, even as he envied him. It had always been Big Boss that his mind focused on helplessly. Always Big Boss that his mind clung to. The fact that the man was injured to such a state was jarring. Liquid saw no interest in killing the man in this state, and even as he wanted to kill him, part of him had actually come to like the man.
Then there was Ocelot. Ocelot, who apparently had known his father as an enemy, yet was now inexplicably trusted by the man. Ocelot, who was still a risk factor, untrustworthy, dangerous. Why was he going to visit the man, knowing that? Part of it, he supposed, was concern for the man's health. Ocelot seemed unlike himself over the NV, and his silence when Big Boss' blindness was mentioned spoke volumes. If Ocelot was an ally of his father's, which he was vaguely aware of, then there must have been something linking them together. He wasn't sure what. But he was concerned, despite that.
He paused outside the apartment, having taken longer than he intented to find it. If it hadn't been for his pride, he would have called for directions, but instead, he simply kept looking. Three false starts and then he stood outside the right one - he thought. Approaching the door, he kicked it open wordlessly, striding inside.
When: August 16th, afternoon
Where: Ocelot's apartment
Summary: A concerned Liquid goes to check on his future subordinate.
Warnings: None (yet). Watch this space for updates.
The sun beat down on the streets, but Liquid hardly noticed it. He had spent years in the desert, enough to bleach his hair and darken his skin. He had been shirtless in Alaska. Temperature hardly bothered him any more.
What did bother him was the disconcerting feeling that he was imbalanced. Not physically imbalanced, of course, Liquid's balance was impeccable. This was more of a mental imbalance. A change in his perfectly controlled state of being. For years, Liquid had been isolated from others, mentally if not physically. He was detached, uncaring. Now, trapped in this place, he'd had little option but to open up however slightly. Bit by bit, those cracks in the walls had widened. He was still paranoid, still wary of letting people close, but it seemed a couple of people had reached their fingers through the gaps and touched a part of him long since thought dead. A part of him that actually seemed to care when they were suffering.
Nobody would have doubted that he still held homicidal tendencies towards his Father in particular, although Snake had managed to escape the sights of his FA MAS even before disappearing. It had never been Snake who his anger was most directed at, even as he envied him. It had always been Big Boss that his mind focused on helplessly. Always Big Boss that his mind clung to. The fact that the man was injured to such a state was jarring. Liquid saw no interest in killing the man in this state, and even as he wanted to kill him, part of him had actually come to like the man.
Then there was Ocelot. Ocelot, who apparently had known his father as an enemy, yet was now inexplicably trusted by the man. Ocelot, who was still a risk factor, untrustworthy, dangerous. Why was he going to visit the man, knowing that? Part of it, he supposed, was concern for the man's health. Ocelot seemed unlike himself over the NV, and his silence when Big Boss' blindness was mentioned spoke volumes. If Ocelot was an ally of his father's, which he was vaguely aware of, then there must have been something linking them together. He wasn't sure what. But he was concerned, despite that.
He paused outside the apartment, having taken longer than he intented to find it. If it hadn't been for his pride, he would have called for directions, but instead, he simply kept looking. Three false starts and then he stood outside the right one - he thought. Approaching the door, he kicked it open wordlessly, striding inside.