[A certain elevator in a certain part of The Nexus descends into view and comes to a stop. The doors then open slowly. And out of it steps a queenly sort of woman; carrying a high-powered rail gun almost equal in length to her own height. Around her shoulder is draped a heavy coat; the hem flutters lazily in the non-existant breeze. The woman
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[Fortune will find him a bit of a ways down the hall, floating, with his own force field up.]
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! [Just then, Fortune sees his face. -Or mask, rather. His body... is definitely not Solid Snake's, is it?]
[Confused] That's not... --him?
[The way he floats causes her to stare momentarily. As the current leader of a group like Dead Cell, she's used to seeing people that posses inhuman powers... But this is her first encounter with a person who has such abilities- other than (possibly) herself.] ...This could be ...interesting....
[Fortune, with her uncanny ability to sense terror in others, realizes that Mantis carries with him a dark past. Whether this is a sign of actual psychic ability on her part or just naturally keen intuition is yet to be determined.] You’ve seen the fires of Hell, haven’t you?
[Her weapon has been temporarily lowered. --For the moment, anyway.]
Maybe you ( ... )
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[The young psychic was in quite the panic as various parts of the hallway come crashing down, including the shower of water from the busted pipe. He wasn't sure how much flooding it might cause, but he was mildly comforted in remembering that it would sort itself out as though nothing had happened tomorrow.]
[For now, he floated much like a leaft caught in a gale, until finally settling back into a stable relationship with his orientation to the floor. This woman, this...Helena, was obviously not in her right mind. He didn't have enough energy to spare towards reading more of her thoughts, but seeing as how she was now talking, he cautiously lowered to the floor, hoping it wasn't too obvious he was trembling.]
[The fires of Hell...] I've seen fires, but I don't think they were sent from Hell. My name is Dimitri Lebedov. Why do you seek death?
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[Shouting] What reason do I have to go on?? I've got nothing left... [Her voice lowered; expression pained as sorrow comes through in her tone.]
...The only thing I live for... [Then, suddenly, the anger and hatred in her voice is back. The woman raises her rail-gun again] Is to see this miserable existence come to an end!
[The woman sneers at his apparent fear. Now that simply wont do at all.]
[Furrowing her brow] Are you a proud man, Dimitri? A strong man?
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What the-?
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No time to admire this creature. Quick assessment: Why fire at him? Had she been waiting for him? With the way she talked...
Volgin had performed some dark and deprived things in the Nexus recently. Had someone been seeking revenge against him, perhaps? He had quirked a brow at the father talk; his crimes had been against women.
His English was harsh with his thick Russian accent:]
I didn't "finish" your father!
[His muscles were taut, ready to fling his ridiculous mass across the room if he needed to. Those weren't mere bullets.]
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[Suddenly, as he speaks with that thick Russian accent, a look of realization crosses her features. A Gurlukovich man...]
[She exhales through her nose in annoyance, and slowly lowers her large weapon.]
You're not supposed to be down here. [Her disappointment with the situation is obvious in her frustrated tone.] Where is your uniform?
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The bitterness in her voice is palatable but not enough warning as the bullets fly in his direction. Years of training in the Marines allow him to doge one bullet the second clipping his right arm, blood staining the white undershirt of his civilian clothes as he crumples to the ground.]
H-elena?
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[That said, the young blonde still managed to take cover, following it up with a slightly panicked plea for a ceasefire. What was this women even talking about?!]
H-hey! What are you doing--don't shoot!
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[But she still hasn't lowered her weapon. A rather dangerous glint remains in her eye. Something about Raiden has caught her interest.]
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Yeah? I'd think not, since I don't even know you. How about you lower the gun, I'm not here to fight.
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But are you sure about that?
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[The woman fully drops her rail-gun, and approaches the man slowly.]
I'm sorry...!
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