CROSSDRESSING DISGUISE TIMES: AKA: Blame Em and Nao times

[ysobritish]

[Depending on where you are in the Nexus today, and at what time, you might run into one of two rather odd "women". Tired of sitting on the backburner due to Ocelot, Liquid needed a way to complete his investigations. The Miller disguise was old and useless now. Therefore

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[fancy_shooting]

[...There's something very strange about that woman...]

[ysobritish]

...

[Oh god. No. He can't interrogate Ocelot. Or can he?

...he'll just watch him while he tries to decide.]

1/2

[fancy_shooting]

[Well, Ocelot has two senses he relies on to identify women: touch, and smell. Certainly not sight.]

[Without a word, he strides forward and grabs at one of "Wolf's" boobs.]

[fancy_shooting]

[POP!]

[Ocelot yelps, genuinely startled to have a human body part apparently combust in his hand with such a loud noise.]

I love you.

[comp_kunoichi]

[Crossdressing senses...tingling!]

[Emma had a good long stare at the woman from a distance. Something was foul in Denmark, but she didn't know what, exactly.]

Heeeee. :333

[ysobritish]

[Someone was staring at "her". Liquid looks around before starting off down the corridor in search of people.]

[comp_kunoichi]

Miss? [If indeed that was a woman…]

[A curious Emma approaches!]

[ysobritish]

What is it?

[A curt response, his voice a little too high.]

[jackassjohn]

[Something seems familiar about that 'lady']

[ysobritish]

[And look who it is. Casually, "she" strolls over to him, pressing as close as "she" can and lifting an arm around his neck. "Her" fingers brush casually against him, feeling for the chain of the dogtag. Affecting Wolf's accent is hard, the feminity of her voice even harder.]

Well, look who it is. Saladin himself.

[A touch of admiration. Just a dash in the voice. Luckily some of the more distinctive features of his face are hidden from the angle "she"'s at.]

And what brings you to my corner of the Nexus?

[jackassjohn]

[Aww yeah~ Big Boss'll just be checkin' out dat rack-waitasec. Dammit.]

[He reluctantly tears his eyes away from the lovely view. After mistakenly ogling Naomi's grown self, Jack has tried to keep the time differences in mind. He can recognize EVA's influence in the young woman's actions, though. Shouldn't have let her hang around the orphans so much; they went and imprinted on her.]

Trying a new trick, Esmee?

[Seriously, there was only one blond, female sniper who calls him that name and has that hard-to-place accent.]

[He only has his own dogtags around his neck, though Ocelot's red scarf is a nicely-folded trophy peeking out of the breast pocket of his suit.]

[ysobritish]

[His hand itches to grasp that throat and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze-

...

He recognises that shade of red.]

Perhaps. It has been a long time, Saladin. You're as difficult to trick as ever.

So many hearts

[leashedliquid]

Wolf?! You're dead.

[The collared Liquid approaches, both wary and awestruck. He hasn't been in the Nexus long enough to get used to this.]

:333

[ysobritish]

And so, I gathered, were you.

[Liquid doesn't make a move towards or away from his alternate, fixing him with a disparaging look.]

[leashedliquid]

My world took a different path. Shadow Moses was only the beginning.

[looks her up and down. Something seems off.]

There's something different about you.

[ysobritish]

Understandable. There are many, many alternate realities out there. For all you know, there may be a world where you act like you're in a broadway stage musical.

[Oh wait.]

If your world took such a different path, how do you know that anything is the same in mine?

[ysobritish]

[The collision surprises him and he stares at the slightly shorter man a little blankly. That expression probably made the disguise look even more accurate.]

Doctor Emmerich. [Damn, it's hard to mimic a female voice. Especially one like Wolf's. But he's going to try anyway.] Is there something you need?

[ysobritish]

Ah- yes. I walked into a Room earlier. It made me feel a little... ill. ["She" clears her throat. Awkwarrrrd. Whirling on "her" heel, Liquid looked away.]

You wanted to see me?