// Cry, little sister~♪♫
Who: Liquid Snake, Amalthea
When: The morning of February 14th
Where: The Forest
Summary: No matter what else Liquid might be, he's loyal to his friends. Following the news report, he goes in search of the injured Amalthea.
Warnings: None
The moment the news report had flashed up on his screen, Liquid Snake had choked on his tea. The name struck out at him, catching his eye. He had moved without a word, fluid and elegant, to grab his coat and some supplies and run. Both times he had encountered Amalthea had been in the forest. She seemed to like it there, away from people. It was where she would go, surely? Yet the forest was a long way away. Liquid did not tire easily, but even he needed to pause and lean against a tree for a moment to catch his breath.
Closing his eyes, he listened. The whispers of the trees, the faintest sound of movement from small creatures that crept away from his presence. Without meaning to, he found himself flashbacking to survival training back at the SAS. If he got lost inside this forest, he would be alright, he knew. It would not be the first time he would have survived wild. Far from it. But this was not the time for reminiscence. He delayed only for a couple of moments before heading into the forest proper, lifting his voice to call her name.
"AMALTHEA! CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
When: The morning of February 14th
Where: The Forest
Summary: No matter what else Liquid might be, he's loyal to his friends. Following the news report, he goes in search of the injured Amalthea.
Warnings: None
The moment the news report had flashed up on his screen, Liquid Snake had choked on his tea. The name struck out at him, catching his eye. He had moved without a word, fluid and elegant, to grab his coat and some supplies and run. Both times he had encountered Amalthea had been in the forest. She seemed to like it there, away from people. It was where she would go, surely? Yet the forest was a long way away. Liquid did not tire easily, but even he needed to pause and lean against a tree for a moment to catch his breath.
Closing his eyes, he listened. The whispers of the trees, the faintest sound of movement from small creatures that crept away from his presence. Without meaning to, he found himself flashbacking to survival training back at the SAS. If he got lost inside this forest, he would be alright, he knew. It would not be the first time he would have survived wild. Far from it. But this was not the time for reminiscence. He delayed only for a couple of moments before heading into the forest proper, lifting his voice to call her name.
"AMALTHEA! CAN YOU HEAR ME?"