In the infirmary...

[unwillinghelper]

[It's been a few days since his traumatic 'escape' from Evil Fear, if it can be called that. At least he's regained some use of his fingers, enough to use the radio that Vespa gave him. Part of him wants to call the people he knows, let them know he's alright- at least the one or two he has the frequency for. He's recovering, but still in a bad way

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[CALL TO AUQUID]

[unwillinghelper]

[BEEP BEEP.]

[141.80]

[liquidouroboros]

This is Liquid.

[CALL]

[unwillinghelper]

...Liquid. It's me, Raikov.

[He's trying not to show it, but he's pleased to hear Liquid's voice, even if he knows Liquid won't be happy to hear what he has to tell him.]

[liquidouroboros]

Raikov? Where the hell have you been? You vanished off the face of the bloody earth--well, assuming this is anything resembling earth.

[CALL.]

[unwillinghelper]

[There's another person he wants to call, if he can remember the number, so he tries to call Wolf.]

[helicopterwolf]

[Hearing the familiar ring of his Codec, Wolf pauses. So, he still had access to his radio, despite being in the middle of 'team-building?' That was a good sign. Having contemplated that, he picks up.]

Wolf here.

[unwillinghelper]

Wolf... it's me, Ivan.

[He's not sure how well he'll be accepted here.]

[helicopterwolf]

Ivan! [Well, that was a pleasent surprise. Though, that raised the quest of why his friend was calling.]

Did something happen?

[rivalsaserpent]

[He's been standing by the infirmary door for some time now, eavesdropping on different calls that Raikov decided to make. Once he hears Raikov's voice stops he lets the silence sink in to be sure the calls stopped.]

Don't you get bored by youself, major?

[He stands near the door frame, a familiar smirk on his face and a certain arrogance to his voice.]

[unwillinghelper]

[!]

Ocelot!

[He sounds delighted to see him, even if Liquid did say he tortured him. He's just that forgiving. Still, the question bites a little. He's been all alone in here since the other him was well enough to leave.]

...very much so.

[rivalsaserpent]

[For the most part, his legs have healed up, but he still tends to limp a little when a certain amount of pressure is applied to his leg.]

He cut out your eye?

[Ocelot never had the chance to hear what happened exactly and the subject at hand interests him.]

[unwillinghelper]

...y-yes. [He winces at the memory. He tries to answer the question properly, but his voice tremors at the memory.] He... he stuck a scalpel into it and used it to take it out.

[Liquid said that Ocelot liked torture, didn't he? That explained the way he was so interested in this.]

[filledefrelon]

We finally get one of you out and another one drops on in!

[She laughs softly, trying to cheer him up a little.]

[unwillinghelper]

[He gives her a soft smile. He's getting used to this kind woman, odd though it may be.]

With any luck, I should be healing up pretty well. The doctors say once I can walk, I can go... find somewhere to live. [He laughs softly.]

[filledefrelon]

Well, I can help you with that!

[Vespa beams back.]

[unwillinghelper]

You can help me find somewhere? [He brightens up.] Before I got kidnapped I was sleeping in one of the kitchens, so I don't know where I can go. [Nobody bothered to tell him to just take one of the rooms...]