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[boot2thehead]

What. The fuck.

[WOMAN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

Well okay he can't really complain since this gets him far, far away from Armacham and most of the insanity that's recently invaded his life. BUT HONESTLY.

Someone is yanking his chain.

Right?
... right?

Because he has spent the last eight months with the 'tender mercies' of Armacham and refuses to deal with any more horrors or nonsense unless someone has a damn good reason for him to.
What what was that about the end of the game? HELL N-]

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[allyoucaneat]

[Floats on in here]

Words? I thought them beyond you. And here you usually let me do all the talking! Not that I ever took you for much of a philosopher, granted.

But really, why can you never even say hello? Aren't you happy to see me?

[boot2thehead]

[asldjfksljf not again.]

Not being able to and choosing not to are two different things.

Besides, you seem to enjoy hearing yourself talk. I'd hate to ruin that for you.

[And if not for your current incorporeality he might be trying to strangle you. But throttling a ghost wouldn't be particularly mentally stable of him.]

[allyoucaneat]

[Come at me bro]

I do enjoy hearing myself talk. Thanks to your choosing not to talk very much, I was the best company I had for a very long time.

[If he sounds bitter it's because he is.]

[boot2thehead]

[Hey they stuck him in a coma for years, this was not entirely his fault.]

What? Should I apologize?

[Not that Point Man was one for 'sorry's. Especially when his brother sent heavily-armed Replica soldiers after him.]

[allyoucaneat]

[But those Replica soldiers were good practice for you. Fun for everyone.]

If I had expected an apology I would have died from holding my breath long before I did meet my end.

Being dead does have its advantages though.

[boot2thehead]

[Only fun for the first thirty waves or so.]

I don't doubt that.

[Considering that most of his family is rather... incorporeal but still manage to hang around him somehow.]

[theyhitmyaorta]

Yeah, pretty damn much the same reaction we all have around here.

[But Keegan's giving him a look over, trying to decide if he's worth picking a fight with. Sure, Point Man is the original badass, but he also let his buddy get blown up from the inside by that psycho. Not to happy about that, man.]

[boot2thehead]

At least we all agree. There's that.

[Keegan isn't the only one sizing up the competition. Point Man really has no reason to attack him - all that debacle with Alma wasn't anyone's fault but Armacham's. Still, he's not going to let someone try to throw him around, just because his brother... has a tendency to explode bodies.]

[originmother]

come. to. me.

[boot2thehead]

[...!]

Alma.

[No no no this can't be happening again he's had more than enough of this Mother.]

[originmother]

[ How she had spent years wishing to hold you, sweet boy, sweet little baby, she has longed for you and your brother. You are hers. A small, faint, smile to her lips and she is waiting.

But only for so long, before she is but a foot away. ]

My baby.

[boot2thehead]

[He instinctively startles back a half-step, reaches for weapons he's lacking. He's more cautious - or hesitant - than his younger brother when it comes to their mother, perhaps. A lack of experience.

Or too much experience.]

[originmother]

[ Why do you move away? Why do you move away! Alma's mouth opens and a spill of darkness creeps from her mouth like smoke and she moves closer, quicker, and tries to touch him. All she wants is to hold him, her baby. ]

[boot2thehead]

[Sudden movements don't work well for him, and while that smoky blackness bothers him less than it really should, Alma's quickness startles him back a step again.

He knows she won't hurt him he thinks he knows he just doesn't deal well with fast movements and he doesn't
he can't shut that off.

He raises his hands slightly, less to ward off than to signal - easy, mother.]

[originmother]

[ She cannot understand why he will not let her hold him, her baby. So sweet, so small, so perfect, so wonderful, he is her baby.

Her baby. She continues to try and reach for him, moving around those warding arms of his, stepping into the steps he takes back from her. Why won't he let her hold him?––she cannot understand this. ]

mm. mmm. My baby. mm!

[boot2thehead]

[He has to force himself to calm down and let his breathing slow, reminding himself that this isn't the situation it was before, even if there's something insane about all of this still.

his mother is dead but trying to touch him this isn't normal unless his teammates in black ops just didn't mention it

He eventually stills, bringing him arms up just a touch more to show acquiescence.]

Your baby.