Liquid → 001
Who: Liquid Snake
Where: Espoir, in the center plaza
Style: Third
Status: Open. Feel free to poke the jerk.
The last thing Liquid remembered was falling.
He didn't remember the impact, hitting the concrete floor after a good forty-foot fall after being thrown off of REX. He just remembered looking up at Snake's diminishing face, screaming rage and defiance at him as he was cast down. After that there was nothing-- just complete blackness.
Liquid opened his eyes to see the sky overhead, the glare from the sun half-blinding his eyes that were used to the Alaskan twilight. He drew one hand over his face to shield it from the light, squinting and cursing under his breath at the headache that pounded in his temples. Everything ached-- he was beaten, bruised, and burned from all the fighting he'd done and the things he'd survived. But he hadn't killed Snake yet, and so long as his brother drew breath, he would not die.
"Ngh."
He sat up, gritting his teeth against the pain, and looked around. This... this wasn't Shadow Moses. How the hell had he gone from Alaska to... wherever the hell this was? He had a brother to kill, dammit, and he wasn't going to let anything get in the way! Either someone had captured him while he was unconscious, or he was hallucinating. It would have surprised him if, after all this time, he'd finally gone mad enough to have a break with reality. This was really such a bad time for his brain to start acting up like this, though.
Liquid hauled himself to his feet. Hallucination or capture, either way he had to find a way out. And God help anyone who tried to stop him.
Where: Espoir, in the center plaza
Style: Third
Status: Open. Feel free to poke the jerk.
The last thing Liquid remembered was falling.
He didn't remember the impact, hitting the concrete floor after a good forty-foot fall after being thrown off of REX. He just remembered looking up at Snake's diminishing face, screaming rage and defiance at him as he was cast down. After that there was nothing-- just complete blackness.
Liquid opened his eyes to see the sky overhead, the glare from the sun half-blinding his eyes that were used to the Alaskan twilight. He drew one hand over his face to shield it from the light, squinting and cursing under his breath at the headache that pounded in his temples. Everything ached-- he was beaten, bruised, and burned from all the fighting he'd done and the things he'd survived. But he hadn't killed Snake yet, and so long as his brother drew breath, he would not die.
"Ngh."
He sat up, gritting his teeth against the pain, and looked around. This... this wasn't Shadow Moses. How the hell had he gone from Alaska to... wherever the hell this was? He had a brother to kill, dammit, and he wasn't going to let anything get in the way! Either someone had captured him while he was unconscious, or he was hallucinating. It would have surprised him if, after all this time, he'd finally gone mad enough to have a break with reality. This was really such a bad time for his brain to start acting up like this, though.
Liquid hauled himself to his feet. Hallucination or capture, either way he had to find a way out. And God help anyone who tried to stop him.