[Oh look, it's a not-so-often seen Otacon. And today, he's walking down a hall and back towards his room with a small cardboard box in his arms. In typical Otacon fashion, the box is absolutely full of spare parts, wires, and scrap metal. By all appearances he's back to his old tricks and obviously has something in mind to put those bits and pieces ( Read more... )

[Otacon ducked into his room, nervous and in quite a bit of pain. The other Raikov hadn't hurt him seriously, but those bruises were definitely going to stay for a while.]

[He took a deep breath and sighed, starting to calm down. He was safe now, at any rate...though he'd have a lot of explaining to do.]

[A lot of explaining.]

[for kuklakimou and possibly ( Read more... )

[Otacon was still pretty shaken up about everything that had happened recently, but he was safely back home now and considerably more relaxed than he had been at first. Although there was no chance in hell he'd be leaving the apartment for a while. He was in the kitchen at that moment--with a lot of practice, he was starting to be a passable cook ( Read more... )

[If you're a Liquid with nanomachines, you're getting a call right now.]

This is Otacon--I'm in the third floor library. If one of you isn't busy, I'd like to talk to you.

[A pause.]

It's important.

[After an hour or two of running around a peculiar labyrinth of a room he found himself stuck in, Otacon stumbled out with a rather obvious bruise on his head.]

Ow...owowow... [He shut the door, staring in horror for a moment at the bullet holes left in the door. That had been much too close for comfort ( Read more... )

[Otacon had actually been feeling pretty good lately, given the circumstances. Overall, he tried to be as optimistic and positive as he could, so it was hard to stay miserable forever ( Read more... )

[Guess who's been in the nexus for 368 days, three hours, and seven minutes ( Read more... )

[Otacon has been having a lot of trouble lately.]

[A conversation with Vamp has done the opposite of helping ( Read more... )

[He hadn't slept in days. Ordinarily, that was perfectly normal. Otacon would stay awake working for days on end, forgetting that most people needed to eat or sleep at some point. He enjoyed working on something new, no matter how difficult or time-consuming it might be. But there was nothing for him to work on. Nothing to distract him from the ( Read more... )

[Otacon didn't drink if he could help it. But you know what? Screw it. Screw this situation, screw this building he was in, and whatever else. This building had damn near broken the scientist, and he needed a drink. Badly ( Read more... )