وأعتقد أنك ترى أن ابن سقوط المزيد والمزيد

[laa_takfi]

[Visitors to the third floor might notice a very bored ghost hanging around. At first glance, he doesn't seem much different from any other ghost... or does he? Liquid hasn't strayed far from Ocelot for a while. It wasn't as if he could go terribly far from him while the man had his goddamn arm. The fool might just decide to cut it off one day.

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[volginswaifu]

[Ivan had just come back from the kitchen with a couple platefuls of food, and was heading back through the halls to find his room.]

[laa_takfi]

[A ghostly voice whispers in his ear.]

Lost?

[volginswaifu]

[Shuddering Ivan stops in his tracks, looking to either side of him. He spotss Liquid's ghost and backs away, plates clanging against each other.]

Huh?!

[laa_takfi]

What's the matter? Feeling a little... afraid?

[He floats closer, lifting his hands dramatically.]

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan's eyes scan the other's body rapidly, trying to understand what exactly it is he's seeing.]

A...are you a ghost? [He backed away further into a wall.]
So...somebody killed you, huh? Well, it wasn't me.

[laa_takfi]

Don't be an idiot. Nobody killed me. I died from FOXDIE back in 2005.

[But this man seems to know a version of him. So he comes closer, invading his personal space, and lifts a ghostly hand to lightly touch his face.]

You look like the man that Ocelot calls "Carrier boy".

[volginswaifu]

What is FOXDI--Ah!! [Ivan jerked violently away from the icey touch, causing all the plates he was holding, with the exception of one, to crash onto the floor. The boy let out a small whine because of it.]

...[He looked back up, annoyed.] Carrier boy? What is that supposed to mean?
[Stepping over the broken dishes, he increased the distance between them.]

[laa_takfi]

[He follows, smiling coldly.]

FOXDIE. A virus that targets specific genetic codes.

[There's no point in answering the other question.]

So, Carrier Boy, what are you doing, I wonder, I wonder?

[volginswaifu]

They have things like that?

[Finally standing his ground, Ivan realized that Liquid was set on bugging him, and the least he could do was not look like he was scared out of his wits.]

Don't call me that--I'm Major Raikov. [A huff.]
What I'm doing isn't any of your business.

[laa_takfi]

They do in the future...

[He looked rather amused, rather than annoyed, as the others might have been.]

I'll call you what I like, carrier boy... and I don't actually care, I suppose.

[Reaching out, he runs a hand through Raikov's chest, tracing down his spine.]

[volginswaifu]

You'll call me Maj--[Ivan inhaled sharply, the hand in his chest sucking the air right out of him. He felt frozen, but managed to jerk away as the cold feeling traveled down his spine.]

[Falling over onto his butt, he rubbed at his chest with a look of terror, shivering.] S-s--stop that!! What are you trying to d-do?!

[laa_takfi]

I will call you what I want, carrier boy... because you are just a tool, like everyone else.

[He crouched down, leaning over him to whisper against his ear once more.]

Should I tell you, I wonder? Or should I just let you panic over it... until it's too late...

[volginswaifu]

I'm not a--ah-a tool, [He breathed, he could still feel that eerie chill in his chest and down his back.]

[Ivan tensed, not daring to move his head lest he brush it against Liquid's.]
Tell...tell me what...?

[laa_takfi]

Everyone is a tool... but we won't be tools any more, will we...? We're going to stop them, stop them, bring them down...

[He traces a hand lightly over Ivan's chest, resting just a millimetre away from his stomach.]

Shall I tell you?

[volginswaifu]

What are talking a-ah! [The shivering had been settling down, but just the slightest touch from Liquid started it up again. Ivan scooted backwards to get away from him.]

Juh...[a huff] just tell me!

[laa_takfi]

Tell you?

[He followed him, moving quickly.]

You want me to tell you?

[His expression darkened.]

You're DONE FOR, carrier boy! It's already too late!