A meeting? But you're supposed to be dead!
Who: Otacon, Sniper Wolf
What: "Aren't you dead AHHHHH"
Where: Outside. In the snow.
When: Wednesday 9th
Warnings: Dead people coming back to life and the usual Metal Gear emoing.
Nighttime.
Otacon had taken a habit of walking his dogs outside every night, leashes and all in the nearby woods. Well, more like they begged him outside until he relented, but hey, he should be happy that he was getting some exercise out of it. Better than being in front of his computers all the time, slowly learning what his previous counterpart had left him. What a hell of a legacy.
But his thoughts were currently more focused at trying to direct four strong huskies at the same time. Thankfully, Fluffy was rather gentle and most of the time he wasn't dragged around. Too much. The snow was gently falling around them and he wore a tiny winter coat, looking up to see if the sun was setting down (he was rather afraid of the woods at night). He had about twenty minutes left.
Metal Gear REX. He still couldn't believe it was here. That his other self had brought it here in the first place. What kind of man would bring something with so much weapons in a place as crazy as Smash Academy? It made no sense.
He was so focused at his thoughts that he didn't notice the mother suddenly changing directions, her ears picking up something. Frantically, she started to smell the ground, her children moving close to her, barking as if they felt her mother's excitement.
And then she was off, faster than before Otacon could scream in surprise. The leash was thankfully in one piece, but it felt more like he was skiing than anything else now before he finally fell over and, scream as he might for them to stop, they continued relentlessly forward.
"What's gotten into her?!" It was all he could utter before the snow kept hitting his face. He hoped they didn't have too long or else he might let them go...
What: "Aren't you dead AHHHHH"
Where: Outside. In the snow.
When: Wednesday 9th
Warnings: Dead people coming back to life and the usual Metal Gear emoing.
Nighttime.
Otacon had taken a habit of walking his dogs outside every night, leashes and all in the nearby woods. Well, more like they begged him outside until he relented, but hey, he should be happy that he was getting some exercise out of it. Better than being in front of his computers all the time, slowly learning what his previous counterpart had left him. What a hell of a legacy.
But his thoughts were currently more focused at trying to direct four strong huskies at the same time. Thankfully, Fluffy was rather gentle and most of the time he wasn't dragged around. Too much. The snow was gently falling around them and he wore a tiny winter coat, looking up to see if the sun was setting down (he was rather afraid of the woods at night). He had about twenty minutes left.
Metal Gear REX. He still couldn't believe it was here. That his other self had brought it here in the first place. What kind of man would bring something with so much weapons in a place as crazy as Smash Academy? It made no sense.
He was so focused at his thoughts that he didn't notice the mother suddenly changing directions, her ears picking up something. Frantically, she started to smell the ground, her children moving close to her, barking as if they felt her mother's excitement.
And then she was off, faster than before Otacon could scream in surprise. The leash was thankfully in one piece, but it felt more like he was skiing than anything else now before he finally fell over and, scream as he might for them to stop, they continued relentlessly forward.
"What's gotten into her?!" It was all he could utter before the snow kept hitting his face. He hoped they didn't have too long or else he might let them go...