voice testing, and potentially looking for a home?

[frozenwhite]

You're not ready yet.

But you will be, with some practice. All things take training. And as with any partnership, you must familiarise yourself with the other person. Get to know them. Their quirks, ways of thinking, how they move and feel and see the world. How they have lived, and how they will die.

Or am I assuming too much? Perhaps I am nothing more than another soldier to you. Obedient. Disposable. As is inevitable.

And if that is all I am, what is my mission? Practice is useless if it does not have an intent. Think on it.

Comments

moooooooooooooom

[gunplay]

Funny, I thought you'd look a lot more transparent.

There's plenty of places to haunt, in any case.

sooooooooon

[frozenwhite]

I don't intend to haunt anything. There is another who has done enough of that for the both of us, all these long years.

[gunplay]

Well, I'm sure Snake will be spooked if he spots you.

[frozenwhite]

And you? Have a stronger stomach for ghosts, do you?

[colonel_thunderbolt]

Boss. I trust you are still very much an ally towards our mission?

[frozenwhite]

[She raises an eyebrow, quickly realising Volgin must be behind the times, and opts for a neutral answer.]

I am always loyal to my word, Colonel.

[colonel_thunderbolt]

Good. You sound as though your are ready to accept a mission from your mundane. Yet, we need you here within Groznyj Grad. The Shagohod must take first place among anything else. [Selfish? Yes. Power hungry? Yes. Sorry, Boss.]

[frozenwhite]

This is not Groznyj Grad, Volgin, and our mundanes care little for the Shagohod or our ambitions. In this place, their will is made real above all else. I trust you realise that?

BOSS! <3

[myname_isntimportant]

...

[What the hell?]

Snake! *^*

[frozenwhite]

[What the hell indeed. She opens her mouth to address her former student, but as she takes him in, she's given pause. The different outfit, the face -- strikingly similar, and yet to a trained eye, not the same.

She frowns, unsettled at once.]

Who are you? [Not Jack, she knows that much for certain.]

[myname_isntimportant]

[This was too weird. The Boss had been killed by Snake's father a long time ago. Now, she was here, right in front of him.]

My name is Snake. Solid Snake. You're the Boss but how?- You're meant to be dead. [Well done, Snake. Subtle as usual.]

[frozenwhite]

Solid Snake. [She scoffs to hide just how much this is throwing her off. Even his voice is the same.]

I was the Boss, until that title was passed on. [But don't change the subject, boy. History is history and she has more pressing interests:] Who gave you the name "Snake"?

[majorcrotchgrab]

B-Boss!

[He immediatly stands at attention and salutes]

I'm glad to see you're doing well, ... sir.

[frozenwhite]

[An affirmative nod.] At ease, Major. I am doing just fine.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[He relaxes. Raikov isn't dumb enough to slack off or be a jerk around her]

That's good. My mun's going to have to find a game for me soon as well. The one I'm current in is ending at the end of the month.

[frozenwhite]

A pity, but sometimes a change can be a positive thing. Does your mun have any ideas yet?

<_< >_> how do you feel about dressing rooms excluding here

[snakeeater]

{ ...Well. This sure is something. }

...Boss...?

{ It's a dumb thing to say, obviously she was right there. But... it was hard for him to believe, especially considering how fresh he was to killing her. }

I prefer games, but I'm willing to give anything a look!

[frozenwhite]

... Jack.

[There's a certain tenderness when she says his name that she reserves for few. She doesn't begrudge him for anything; just the opposite, in fact. He did his duty, and she did hers. Ocelot was right, though, he does look spooked.]

I told you before. I'm not your Boss any more.

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake has no idea who this woman is, but... The way she speaks... She's certainly charismatic. ]

You're a soldier? [ Though, that sneaking suit she had on was giving it away that she was no ordinary soldier, let alone a civilian. ]

[frozenwhite]

[And again she's forced to do a double take at a man who could be a mirror image of Jack in his old age, right down to the eyepatch. But they're strangers, certainly.]

Yes. My unit was known as the Cobras. [She crosses her arms, surveying the (apparently) older man.] I suppose you must be a Snake, as well.

[imthe_shit]

The Cobras...

[ Starting to sound familiar. He'd never heard of a unit like that before... ] First foxes, then rats, then cobras...

[ Snake nods his head only once. ] Solid Snake.

[frozenwhite]

The Cobras came long before any foxes. We were a special ops group formed during the Second World War.

[If they're talking about the same units she thinks they are, anyway. Who knows how many new groups and organisations have emerged between her time and his.]

You're another "son of Big Boss", then?

hope you dont mind me barfing feelings all over you

[wordsthatkill]

[ there had been a time, over twenty years ago, where he wouldn't have questioned a single thing she had to say, not seriously. unconditional trust in yourselves and your comrades was important. but when you were left with so many questions and next to no answers, nurturing doubt was easy.

as if her final lesson for him had been on how to deal with and accept betrayal and heartbreak. well, he's having none of it anymore. ]

That's funny. In my experience, you can spend half your life alongside someone and never really learn anything about them.

[ yeah, he's bitter. and done. ]

not at all <3 DELICIOUS BARF.

[frozenwhite]

[Another Jack. She studies this one carefully, noting the new lines in his face, the new scars. That and what he says tells her a great deal about him from the get-go. Does she deserve the veiled hostility of his tone? Yes. Does she regret her choices? No.]

And if two people share such a bond, there would be a good reason for the use of secrecy. Even should it cause the other person pain.

[If he's going to play at vague "someones", she can do the same.]

I taught you as much, Jack. In black ops, such outcomes are inevitable.

<3

[wordsthatkill]

Don't you Jack me.

[ it's sudden, and harsh. her precious Jack died a while ago, when he pulled that trigger; what's left is an empty shell burdened with titles and expectations heavy enough to crush a man. ]

Is that your excuse for turning your back on me? For denying both our existence? You didn't care about the people you left behind when you put down your gun, did you? You had to choose the easy way, because it's inevitable!

[ says the man who will stubbornly refuse to die for decades while everything and everyone around him burns to the ground, because that's still better than being a coward who will not fight back. apparently. ]