Exploration time
Who: Liquid, Otacon, anyone who wants to bump into Liquid or just do their own thing.
When: June 5th, around midday
Where: A random street in Sector 4
Summary: Liquid's apathy fades long enough for him to decide to bloody well explore.
Warnings: None so far!
It had taken a few days for him to actually wonder what this place had to offer. He had, of course, wandered a little already but not much. Not yet. Not counting the nighttimes, he had remained mostly confined to the apartment, only leaving to get food. He was more concerned with information than anything else. But now, at last, the realisation that he was stuck at least for the moment had finally sank in. Liquid was not a man who dealt well with being trapped. Even if this was a particularly large cage, it was still a cage. It made him uncomfortable, edgy. There was a churning pit in the base of his stomach, like an irritable field of lava that was starting to well up. He had a feeling if he didn't vent the energy inside of him he would lose it entirely. So outside he went, running in a seemingly random direction. Only later would he realise he was intentionally going in the opposite direction of his point of entry.
He went up before he went further, climbing the sides of a building to stand easily balanced on the edge of the roof. In the distance he could see other buildings, other places. The baseball diamond was not yet so far out of the sight that he could not see it, but his view was far from perfect. The roof was not high enough, that was the problem. This was a troublesome thing. But perhaps there would be other places to see from. For the moment, he went by the roofs, vaulting and flipping easily over the gaps between houses. Even if there was nobody to look, he was still a showoff.
Liquid finally came to a halt at the edge of a steep roof. He had no fear of falling as he stood there, his arms folded. One or two stones fell from the roof to the ground, as if trying to alert people below. He didn't care. Liquid simply felt... lost. Confused. And most assuredly empty. Brother was here somewhere, in this massive place. Father most likely was too, rumors or not. But where to start? And he still had FOXHOUND to deal with at home. His men - and woman - would die without him, claimed by that mysterious virus they called FOXDIE, or perhaps by some other equally abhorent method. How could Outer Heaven be established with him there to make it? Who would take command with both himself and Solid missing? Staring blankly off into space, he stood at the top of a high building and wondered faintly what the point of this exercise in frustration was.
When: June 5th, around midday
Where: A random street in Sector 4
Summary: Liquid's apathy fades long enough for him to decide to bloody well explore.
Warnings: None so far!
It had taken a few days for him to actually wonder what this place had to offer. He had, of course, wandered a little already but not much. Not yet. Not counting the nighttimes, he had remained mostly confined to the apartment, only leaving to get food. He was more concerned with information than anything else. But now, at last, the realisation that he was stuck at least for the moment had finally sank in. Liquid was not a man who dealt well with being trapped. Even if this was a particularly large cage, it was still a cage. It made him uncomfortable, edgy. There was a churning pit in the base of his stomach, like an irritable field of lava that was starting to well up. He had a feeling if he didn't vent the energy inside of him he would lose it entirely. So outside he went, running in a seemingly random direction. Only later would he realise he was intentionally going in the opposite direction of his point of entry.
He went up before he went further, climbing the sides of a building to stand easily balanced on the edge of the roof. In the distance he could see other buildings, other places. The baseball diamond was not yet so far out of the sight that he could not see it, but his view was far from perfect. The roof was not high enough, that was the problem. This was a troublesome thing. But perhaps there would be other places to see from. For the moment, he went by the roofs, vaulting and flipping easily over the gaps between houses. Even if there was nobody to look, he was still a showoff.
Liquid finally came to a halt at the edge of a steep roof. He had no fear of falling as he stood there, his arms folded. One or two stones fell from the roof to the ground, as if trying to alert people below. He didn't care. Liquid simply felt... lost. Confused. And most assuredly empty. Brother was here somewhere, in this massive place. Father most likely was too, rumors or not. But where to start? And he still had FOXHOUND to deal with at home. His men - and woman - would die without him, claimed by that mysterious virus they called FOXDIE, or perhaps by some other equally abhorent method. How could Outer Heaven be established with him there to make it? Who would take command with both himself and Solid missing? Staring blankly off into space, he stood at the top of a high building and wondered faintly what the point of this exercise in frustration was.