Because Liquid never bloody listens
Who: Liquid (ysobritish ) and Ocelot ( fancy_shooting )
When: June 2nd, sometime after sundown
Where: Somewhere in Sector 4
Summary: Liquid is an idiot and doesn't listen to reason, Ocelot is a creepy stalker and saves the day.
Warnings: Violence
Liquid had never been one to listen to warnings.
It was a fact many people knew and regretted. The man was aggressive by nature, hotheaded despite his intellect, and following the discovery that his chance for revenge had been stolen from him again he had needed to burn off some steam. The first few Mutations he encountered were no real trouble for him. The first ones had been slower, weaker. He had taken them down - not with ease, but with a comfortable level of challenge. Even with his skills, monsters were not things he had been trained to fight. He had taken a few hits, some worse than others, but if there was one thing he had that made him superior to everyone else, it was endurance. Endurance and, of course, stubbornness. He wasn't going to back down unless he was dragged back - or rendered helpless.
The sight of the distorted, pitiful beasts had caught his attention as he stared out of the window of his apartment. Without a thought, he had climbed from the window, a sneer on his face, and dropped to the ground. He did not regret that even now, even as he felt blood trickle down his arm and chest, the burning sting that had been left behind by claws and fire. Liquid Snake did not fear death or pain, despite his paranoia.
It was one of the fast ones that startled him. It shot up from behind, moving with unnatural speed. He heard it before it struck but didn't react in time. Sharp claws slashed down his back, making him hiss and stumble. He felt warm fluid against his back but didn't stop to think whether it was blood or some kind of secretion. It didn't matter, at any rate. He didn't think to reach for the FAMAS. It would be a waste of bullets with the endless legions. Instead, he kicked out to knock it back, vaulting to his feet. His movements would be slower now, which would be a problem. His instinct was to back up against the wall, to protect himself easier, but that would pin him there. Liquid was still not afraid. He was just a little concerned. One of the creatures took the advantage, dashing in to slice at his leg. He kicked out but felt razor sharp claws tear down it, to his annoyance. The numbers were the main problem, it seemed, especially since he had been slowed down further.
Sometimes Liquid wondered faintly why he had always been so determined to prove others wrong. If he didn't handle this carefully, he might die here. That would be too humiliating by far.
When: June 2nd, sometime after sundown
Where: Somewhere in Sector 4
Summary: Liquid is an idiot and doesn't listen to reason, Ocelot is a creepy stalker and saves the day.
Warnings: Violence
Liquid had never been one to listen to warnings.
It was a fact many people knew and regretted. The man was aggressive by nature, hotheaded despite his intellect, and following the discovery that his chance for revenge had been stolen from him again he had needed to burn off some steam. The first few Mutations he encountered were no real trouble for him. The first ones had been slower, weaker. He had taken them down - not with ease, but with a comfortable level of challenge. Even with his skills, monsters were not things he had been trained to fight. He had taken a few hits, some worse than others, but if there was one thing he had that made him superior to everyone else, it was endurance. Endurance and, of course, stubbornness. He wasn't going to back down unless he was dragged back - or rendered helpless.
The sight of the distorted, pitiful beasts had caught his attention as he stared out of the window of his apartment. Without a thought, he had climbed from the window, a sneer on his face, and dropped to the ground. He did not regret that even now, even as he felt blood trickle down his arm and chest, the burning sting that had been left behind by claws and fire. Liquid Snake did not fear death or pain, despite his paranoia.
It was one of the fast ones that startled him. It shot up from behind, moving with unnatural speed. He heard it before it struck but didn't react in time. Sharp claws slashed down his back, making him hiss and stumble. He felt warm fluid against his back but didn't stop to think whether it was blood or some kind of secretion. It didn't matter, at any rate. He didn't think to reach for the FAMAS. It would be a waste of bullets with the endless legions. Instead, he kicked out to knock it back, vaulting to his feet. His movements would be slower now, which would be a problem. His instinct was to back up against the wall, to protect himself easier, but that would pin him there. Liquid was still not afraid. He was just a little concerned. One of the creatures took the advantage, dashing in to slice at his leg. He kicked out but felt razor sharp claws tear down it, to his annoyance. The numbers were the main problem, it seemed, especially since he had been slowed down further.
Sometimes Liquid wondered faintly why he had always been so determined to prove others wrong. If he didn't handle this carefully, he might die here. That would be too humiliating by far.