Liquid Snake only had to wait a short two minutes with the receptionist before the genius prosecutor Franziska von Karma entered the room to join him
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When Franziska von Karma walked in, all Liquid saw was a challenge. It was evident in her steps, the tilt of her head, the cool curve of her lips. She was as arrogant and proud as he was, and so much for interesting for it. He'd had yet to meet a woman who could match his swagger and hauteur. It was almost impressive.
And Liquid never backed down from a challenge.
He met her gaze with his own, showing nothing but cool indifference in his eyes; she did not intimidate him, try as she might. If she wanted to get anything from him, she'd have to do far better than that.
"Miss von Karma." He leaned slightly upon his cane. "It would seem, unfortunately, that being stabbed in the liver takes quite some time to recover from, even for me, and I'm not yet fully healed. Even so, I'll have no difficulties completing my assigned hours."
That cold smirk turned much sharper at his little bit of humor, the tiniest hint of amusement shining through her icy exterior. Liquid wasn't the only person in the room sizing up another for the challenge that laid ahead. Franziska may have believed the man to be a complete and utter fool considering the charges against him, but that didn't mean breaking him would be simple. His ego was almost as great as hers was, after all. This would not be won by simply cracking her whip over her head and mocking him ruthlessly.
Even so early into the battle, there was one small fact Franziska was quite certain of: destroying Liquid Snake would be the most fun she'd had since arriving to this dream world.
The young woman allowed her gaze to fall down to the man's cane before returning to stare him down intently. "Good. Foolish troublemakers like yourself do not have the luxury of excuses to delay your sentence. Are you ready for your punishment?"
She would find him to be a much harder man to destroy than anyone she'd ever faced, or likely would ever face in the future. Liquid had been tried by fire more times than he could count; she'd have to be very good to even surprise him.
She would regret starting this game with him. He was more experienced with it and had been playing it for far longer than she had.
"I have no need for excuses, Miss von Karma. They are wasted words, and I take no pleasure in wasting my breath. Now, let's not use any more of our time with this than we must. What do you have for me?"
With a quick snap of her fingers, a young male officer shuffled into the room quickly to move to Franziska's side. With a nervous glance over to her, he thrust the object in his hands into Liquid's chest.
Franziska waved the young officer away before turning that arrogant smirk to Liquid yet again. He would be seeing quite a bit of that smile from the much younger woman during the long hours he would work under her for community service he had to serve.
"No, it certainly isn't." She pointed out to a room down the hallway. "You may change in there. Quickly. You have a full day's worth of work to complete still."
Whatever she had for him to do, he was quite sure that he'd done worse things before.
"As you like, Miss von Karma."
She wasn't going to get a rise out of him, no matter how obnoxious she was or what job she gave him.
He walked down into the other room, pulling it closed with his cane as he went. A minute or so later he came back out, wearing that awful jumpsuit-- not quite zipped all the way up in the front, exposing a portion of his very muscular chest. And, perhaps defying all logic, his ass still managed to look fantastic even in that.
Somehow, picking up trash alongside the road really couldn't compare to the illustrious career of Liquid's past. Though as far as the young woman was concerned, it was just the perfect activity to deflate that giant ego of his before she crushed him beneath her sharp heels.
As he returned from changing with his muscular chest in view and his fantastic ass looking great, Franziska's usually icy gaze appeared to intensify. "Zip it up, fool!. This is not some foolish contest with the other community service workers. You can compete later on your own time."
"Very well. I'd hate to offend your delicate sensibilities."
He grabbed the zipper and pulled; it went up about an inch or two before it wouldn't go any further because of his very broad shoulders. It seemed that these jumpsuits weren't quite designed with a man of his musculature in mind.
"It looks like that's the best we're getting, Miss von Karma. Now, if you'd really stop fussing over trivialities, I'd prefer to get my work over and done with."
"Fine." Franziska was quite finished with all of this ridiculous, time consuming talking anyway. Without another glance to the man or his bare chest, the young woman stomped her way out of the lobby to exit the police department station, patting the whip at her side as a command for him to follow.
Just like the obedient little dog she would train him to be.
"Follow me. You'll find all you need to complete your task outside."
While Franziska stomped off like a child having a temper tantrum, Liquid strolled along with her, his cane tapping an even rhythm against the floor as he walked.
She'd find that Liquid Snake wasn't a dog to be trained.
Franziska would argue that all dogs could be trained if given the proper incentive. Some would just require more time and patience than others.
Guiding the limping man outside towards the rest of the the cleanup crew, she threw an arm out towards the giant garbage bags sitting out waiting to be filled.
"Take your pick, James Moriarty. You'll be stuck with whichever plastic bag you choose for the next four hours."
Dryly, he said, "I get a choice? How generous of you."
But if she thought that picking up garbage was the worst punishment he'd ever had, she was sadly mistaken. This was nothing compared to the things he'd had to do when he was a rookie in the military; back then, picking up garbage would've been an easy day. And only for four hours, to boot.
Fortunately for him and all the others working along with Liquid, Franziska von Karma did not come up with this punishment on her own or it would have been much more severe than simply picking up discarded litter on the side of the road. Perhaps something like desert sandworm wrangling. Yes, that would certainly provide the young prosecutor with more entertainment than simply observing the men as she's been ordered to.
"Yes, my generosity knows no bounds. Choose one and get to work. You will work silently with your new friends for one hour, then you will be given a five minute break. That process will repeat until the clock reaches five o'clock. Understood?"
Unfortunately for her, she'd find that such a 'punishment' wouldn't have been a punishment for Liquid. Wrangling sandworms would have been just the kind of exciting challenge that he relished; it really had been far too boring in Somni for his tastes. He could use a little excitement, with a side-order of defying physics. If she really wanted to torment him, something dull, monotonous and bureaucratic would be much worse.
He rattled off a mockingly sharp salute.
"Yes ma'am."
Then he picked one of the garbage bags and got to work.
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And Liquid never backed down from a challenge.
He met her gaze with his own, showing nothing but cool indifference in his eyes; she did not intimidate him, try as she might. If she wanted to get anything from him, she'd have to do far better than that.
"Miss von Karma." He leaned slightly upon his cane. "It would seem, unfortunately, that being stabbed in the liver takes quite some time to recover from, even for me, and I'm not yet fully healed. Even so, I'll have no difficulties completing my assigned hours."
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Even so early into the battle, there was one small fact Franziska was quite certain of: destroying Liquid Snake would be the most fun she'd had since arriving to this dream world.
The young woman allowed her gaze to fall down to the man's cane before returning to stare him down intently. "Good. Foolish troublemakers like yourself do not have the luxury of excuses to delay your sentence. Are you ready for your punishment?"
Because he was receiving it either way.
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She would regret starting this game with him. He was more experienced with it and had been playing it for far longer than she had.
"I have no need for excuses, Miss von Karma. They are wasted words, and I take no pleasure in wasting my breath. Now, let's not use any more of our time with this than we must. What do you have for me?"
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With a quick snap of her fingers, a young male officer shuffled into the room quickly to move to Franziska's side. With a nervous glance over to her, he thrust the object in his hands into Liquid's chest.
It was a bright orange jumpsuit.
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"It's not really my color, I'm afraid."
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"No, it certainly isn't." She pointed out to a room down the hallway. "You may change in there. Quickly. You have a full day's worth of work to complete still."
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"As you like, Miss von Karma."
She wasn't going to get a rise out of him, no matter how obnoxious she was or what job she gave him.
He walked down into the other room, pulling it closed with his cane as he went. A minute or so later he came back out, wearing that awful jumpsuit-- not quite zipped all the way up in the front, exposing a portion of his very muscular chest. And, perhaps defying all logic, his ass still managed to look fantastic even in that.
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As he returned from changing with his muscular chest in view and his fantastic ass looking great, Franziska's usually icy gaze appeared to intensify. "Zip it up, fool!. This is not some foolish contest with the other community service workers. You can compete later on your own time."
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He grabbed the zipper and pulled; it went up about an inch or two before it wouldn't go any further because of his very broad shoulders. It seemed that these jumpsuits weren't quite designed with a man of his musculature in mind.
"It looks like that's the best we're getting, Miss von Karma. Now, if you'd really stop fussing over trivialities, I'd prefer to get my work over and done with."
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Just like the obedient little dog she would train him to be.
"Follow me. You'll find all you need to complete your task outside."
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She'd find that Liquid Snake wasn't a dog to be trained.
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Guiding the limping man outside towards the rest of the the cleanup crew, she threw an arm out towards the giant garbage bags sitting out waiting to be filled.
"Take your pick, James Moriarty. You'll be stuck with whichever plastic bag you choose for the next four hours."
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Dryly, he said, "I get a choice? How generous of you."
But if she thought that picking up garbage was the worst punishment he'd ever had, she was sadly mistaken. This was nothing compared to the things he'd had to do when he was a rookie in the military; back then, picking up garbage would've been an easy day. And only for four hours, to boot.
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"Yes, my generosity knows no bounds. Choose one and get to work. You will work silently with your new friends for one hour, then you will be given a five minute break. That process will repeat until the clock reaches five o'clock. Understood?"
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He rattled off a mockingly sharp salute.
"Yes ma'am."
Then he picked one of the garbage bags and got to work.
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