Cry Wolf: Day One

[volginswaifu]

[You find yourself waking up on the floor of a large, typical white room. On the far wall is a large TV monitor, maybe 60" across. For a moment all you hear is a slight chuckle in the background, and then finally the screen flickers on

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[butthurtsleeper]

[THAT is not a voice that EVA was particularly expecting or eager to hear first thing in the morning.]

[He groggily sits up on the floor; looking around and rubbing his eyes.] "Have a nice lambchop for dinner...?" [How annoying.]

[neurotic_insect]

[A very irate psychic is glaring at the television screen, having listened to Raikov's little speech. Once EVA had woken up, Dimitri turned to face him, arms crossed.]

I can already tell I'm going to hate this. [But a game of wits was a game of wits.]

[butthurtsleeper]

[EVA turns to face Dimitri as well; smoothing part of his hair back as he continues to sit on the floor wearing only his pajama-bottoms. The man had been sleeping comfortably in his room mere moments prior, after all.]

When he says "Virtual reality"... does he mean that everything we see around us is artificial? [VR isn't exactly a very familiar concept in EVA's timeline just yet.]

[neurotic_insect]

[Dimitri, however, had been taking a brief nap before planning to head out again. Thus, he was in his usual attire.]

I would assume so. It's a technology that's still in it's earlier stages in my time, but it serves to act as a kind of game. Like playing tag, only you aren't really running anywhere.

[neurotic_insect]

[More than ever, Dimitri felt like breaking things. He looked at the list of possible wolves, not comfortable with the fact that he didn't know everyone listed. And who the hell was Chrysalis?]

[lasingingbird]

[You called? And yes, Dimitri. That is in fact a large armed helicopter.]

This is confusing. I am not a lamb.

[neurotic_insect]

[HE CAN TELL.]

[His internal reaction is about the same as this.]

[Do forgive him, he's not used to giant helicopters with guns talking to him.]

[. . . . .]

It... It's a game.

[lasingingbird]

Laaa laaa...

[She waits patiently for him to overcome his shock enough to speak. Odd squishy man. He seems very quiet.]

Games are a form of play... la la la~... I will play, then. Will you?

[lasingingbird]

Troubling.

[At least Kaz wasn't involved.]

Virtual reality is not recognised. Cry Weasel is not recognised.

I am not a maggot.

[If an AI weapon could sadface, her face would be like this :< ]

[jackassjohn]

Oh fer cryin' out loud, I thought I blew you up years ago.

[lasingingbird]

Time is irrelevant. La, la la, lalala, la la la...

[jackassjohn]

Antiquated hunk of junk...

[Then again, this could be useful.]

Who's giving you your orders?

[jackassjohn]

Hrmm...virtual reality?

It figures that little bastard is causing trouble. When I get my hands on him...

[John continues to grumble threats of dire revenge as he memorizes the rules and sets out. There's a few wolves in sheep's clothing to hunt, and the sooner this is done with, the better.]

[fancy_shooting]

[Ocelot slides up to his side, looking pleased to see him.]

Wolves, sheep... you must have eaten plenty of each animal on your missions.

I wonder, which you preferred?

[jackassjohn]

[Well now, he's pleased to see that Ocelot's pleased to see him. A smirk forms on the whiskered face as the man draws near.]

You're making assumptions, kid. Maybe I've never had either, hm?

[fancy_shooting]

What's stopping you, then?

[He looks the man over, judging him, and evidently pleased with what he sees.]

You've eaten everything else in Russia...

[fancy_shooting]

[Grumble grumble.]

Major Raikov is going to have a lot to answer for when this is over.

[leashedliquid]

[Liquid hears that.]

[Moving swiftly and silently, he attempts to grab the young man from behind, twist his arm behind his back, and put his knife to his throat.]

How interesting. So you know the man behind this.

[fancy_shooting]

[A little shudder goes through Ocelot...... but no, it's definitely not from a feeling of fear.]

I know everyone, Liquid.

[leashedliquid]

[Liquid's grip tightens painfully on the soldier's arm. The knife presses against his neck.]

[Now he's certain that this young man is in on it. He's got to have information.]

How do you know my name?