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She liked the man. She could admit that, really, he was fun, rude to a point, and absolutely easy to get along with. He could lay off some things, but what the hell, when there was fun to be had there was fun to be had.

“Hey, friend, catch.” She said, tossing a rather solid and decently heavy ball his way. “See if you can nail me with that. My bets you can't. If you can, I'll let you pick what you want as a prize. I can get my hands on jus' about anything.”

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Assassins, gangs, freelance killers, the occasional mass murderer with a tendency towards killing pretty girls for sport – none of them were new none of them were exciting. So sometimes she just had to go along with things, and sometimes she decided to just sit back and not do her job. Bodyguard for some piss-poor gang head with way too much anger and inefficient actions in and of itself. So when someone came knocking? She let it happen.

“Havin' fun there? Thanks, by the by. I'm nice and free now.”

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The stupid little brat she had met all those years go had grown into an even larger brat. She couldn't blame him, though, not really. She never had been one in love with Big Boss, and the neglect the child had experienced through his life had been...more than evident. Though she was glad to see he had made it to full-blown adulthood, she was less glad to see that the man had never really been able to overcome the shadow cast over him.

Idly sitting, the woman bounced her leg, an old habit that she had never been able to break, watching him. FOXHOUND now, huh? He really had come far. “I'd tell you I'm proud, but I ain't your mum. You're a lot more than the little shit I used to know. “

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Lie couldn't manage to feel the slightest upset at the presence of children on Mother Base. Some part of her thought it was good for them, to be exposed to some of the bad there was. And it was better for them here, safer. There were many people who could keep an eye on them.

Like herself, of course.

She enjoyed the children, she could recall the troubles of living on her own, of selling her talents and body at a young age to make it by. So she spent a lot of time with them, and upon occasion, would bring something to them – often a toy. She did not have something this time, only wanted to spend time with the young ones.

“Hey, kiddo.” She called to the first one she saw. “What are you up to right now? Want some company?”

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The young woman known only as 'Lie' leaned out over the seemingly endless expanse of seawater that surrounded her new home, hands clutched tight to the railing and feet just barely touching the platform. She was used to land-locked areas, really,  so such an expanse of water was pleasant. The breeze more so. For a few moments she closed her eyes, felt salt-sea breeze on her skin. Then she was back on her feet and turning around, leaning back and turning her head towards the sound of footfalls.

It was a woman soldier, much taller than her. A face Lie had not yet seen, and would thus give her regular form of greeting to – a raise of her eyebrow, a slight shift of her stance. “I don't get the names-n-faces yet. So what do I call you?”

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Kiss you off my lips I don't need another tube of that dime store lipstick Well I think I'm gonna buy me a brand new shade of man

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>When your about page uses a tiny font. 

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Have a nice pastebin copy of my page 

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Like for a starter - they’ll probably be up tomorrow but IM STARVING FOR INTERACTION HERE

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"Boop~" Squeebs sort of appeared out of nowhere; something she seemed to do quite a bit. With a big grin on her face, she poked the girl's nose lightly before swaying back and forth a little, waiting for a response. Such a child sometimes.

Lie wrinkled her nose, eyes narrowing at the shorter (If only by a few inches) brown-haired girl, following her movements. “Ok, you have my attention. Is this some kind of swing on a game of tag? ‘Cuz you won’t win.” 

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Nikolai looked over at her and frowned. “You can help?” He asked and looked down at his foot. He wasn’t enjoying his walk at all. It was actually a wonder how the kid didn’t blow up yet with everywhere he has been. He’s just stupid lucky at this point. 

“I’m not a mouse… I’m Nikolai.” He said, confused by her words as he hasn’t been called a mouse before. Then again, he still gets confused on his English.

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Oh, joy. The tiny little accent and the hesitant stumble of words made it more than clear that the child was not a native English speaker - which could only be expected, really - and her own Russian was a little bit...well, it wasn’t polished, and it was mostly rude terms. 

“Alright, Nikolai. I’m still going to call you a mouse, though. Its a nickname, get it?” Despite not being overly upset, she still grumbled the words out, stubbornly refusing to let go of her common speaking tone. She had a right too, right? Disarming her own trap was rather annoying, but in no time it was done, and she stepped in front of the boy once more. “Its safe.” 

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Click. His adventure running through the wood causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He would peer down at his foot planted firmly among dead leaves. Nikolai was wondering about that sound, he clearly felt something under his foot… he wouldn’t dare pick up his foot as he knew what it was. Some kind of pressure plate. 

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The child looked like a damn deer trapped int he headlights of a car. Nobody else would get the time of day for her, especially for so carelessly falling into a trap...but her code said no children would die, and she would never back against that. 

For her dreams always danced of her life an orphan, a vagrant, jumping between gangs and losing innocence far, far too early. That was no woe is me tale, though. It seemed too oft that children were forced to spaces better left undiscovered. 

“Alright, lil’ mouse. Stay dead still. Don’t move’a muscle. I set this myself, so I’ll take it apart. Just hang tight.”

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Hit me like a hurricane,                                                                                          Hit me like a bomb, 

                                                       bomb!

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Picture of my OC, Lie, finished last night. I’ve been working on her story a bunch, and she’s just a barrel of fun. 

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This time the pixel is Heylel, the boss man. He’s the shortest, poor thing. 

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Sekka, the child to match with Lie! 

I’m making a pixel set of all these guys, and they’re all relative heights!