Japanimation Enthusiast

Hacker, cracker, UI developer, mechanical engineer, helicopter pilot and Japanimation enthusiast. This is a goofy little independent RP blog for the character Hal "Otacon" Emmerich from the Metal Gear Solid franchise. Will not be spoiler free.

[mienai-orochi-blog]

@occidentalmechafan

Physically, David was fine; he was all alone in a hotel room in Shanghai. He craved sleep, but paced around the room to stay awake.

His entire nervous system felt like it was submerged in ice … Hal was supposed to make contact a while ago.

They had agreed on radio silence until reconnaissance was completed, and then Hal would open communication. If a certain time had passed, then David would call. Hal was far away in the Katsushika district of Tokyo, investigating a man named Kosuke Gamo. The former drug-pusher recently came into a lot of money, and had dubiously-obtained Metal Gear plans. 

After glancing at the glowing sickly-green numbers on the bedside clock, David exhaled. He activated the codec and selected frequency 141.12.

The familiar ringing in his ear sounded distant and hollow.

Please answer.

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

The sudden loud ringing in Hal’s ear caused him to jump in surprise. In spite of that, the sound was incredibly comforting to hear, considering what had happened that day. 

The codec... 

He had planned to contact everyone else when his mission was over, and then again when his mission was botched, but he never had gotten a chance.

Hal checked the incoming frequency, and his heart leapt.

He answered, trying to keep his voice low, “Snake?” 

[lady-incisor]

Ghost Transistor.

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

@lady-incisor:

Fleetingly, Onuma wondered what his associates were like. Ross wasn’t dangerous. Maybe one of them was. It was something to consider… He reminded her of a wounded animal that contemplated dipping its muzzle in a pool of water, wary of the watchful predator at the other side.

Their food arrived, with their hostess trying to conceal her glances between them as she set their plates down. “Thanks.” Onuma’s voice was detached, almost cold. Her plate was filled with tempura vegetables and shrimp and thick slices of raw fish. She didn’t pay much attention to what Ross was having. Her gaze was fixed on his chest. His fingers brushed over a patch of his button-up shirt, over the optic camouflage.

It didn’t matter that the food was good. She’d need to get home afterwards. Fast. If Gamo was a smart man, he’d buff up security. Maybe stop the stream of new workers. Moving locations was probably out of the question, but Onuma kept that option open. Either way, he was going to be much harder to kill.

“There’s no reason to hang around here once we’re finished.” The cacophony around them was louder than ever, yet her voice was clear.

Suddenly, she smiled.

Her mouth was a little curve. It looked absolutely demonic behind a thin curtain of steam and her shadowy features.

“You’re coming home with me.”

Hal nearly choked on his food, “What?”

Onuma’s small, evil smile told him she wasn’t joking, but she didn’t seem to be much of a joking sort at all, anyway. 

His heart rate quickened in fear. This was a woman who had killed two men in front of him without even flinching. Agreeing to go with her was probably the last thing he would ever do... but did he really have a choice? His camouflage was broken, his mission was botched, and he was probably being pursued by a whole fleet of angry mobsters right then.

He looked down, feeling defeated, “I guess I really don’t have a say in this, right?” 

Discreetly, Hal fiddled with his codec. If anything, he knew he’d have to contact everyone about this as soon as it was safe to do so, if he was even allowed that luxury.

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

Valentine's Day questions BE NOSY PLEASE

1: Do you have a crush at the moment?

2: Have you ever been deeply in love?

3: Longest relationship you've ever been in?

4: Have you ever changed for someone?

5: How is your relationship with your ex?

6: Have you ever been cheated on?

7: Have you ever cheated?

8: Would you date someone who's well known for cheating?

9: What's the most important part of a relationship?

10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"?

12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?

13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?

15: Do you believe in the phrase "age is just a number"?

16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"?

17: Do you believe it's possible to fall in love on the internet?

18: What do you consider a deal breaker?

19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship?

20: Are you currently in a relationship?

21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?

22: Do you think people should date their friends?

23: How many relationships have you had?

24: Do you think love can last forever?

25: Do you believe love can conquer all things?

26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

28: Do you think long distance relationships can work?

29: What do you notice first about another person?

30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?

31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness?

32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?

33: Do you want to get married one day?

34: What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed?

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?

36: Are you still a virgin?

37: What's more important: Looks or personality?

38: Do you enjoy love films?

39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses?

40: Have you ever had a valentine?

41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"?

42: Have you ever read "Romeo & Juliet"?

43: What's more important: Your partner or your friends?

44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"?

45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends?

46: Have you ever been "friendzoned"?

47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite?

48: What's your favorite love song?

49: Have you ever broken someone's heart?

50: If you're single, why do you think you are?

51: Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice guy?

52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships?

53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single?

54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on facebook)?

55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"?

56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship?

57: Do you think it's silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart?

58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship?

59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner's birthday or your anniversary?

60: What's your opinion on open relationships?

61: Who's more important: Your partner or your family?

62: How do you define "cheating"?

63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?

64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?

65: Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"?

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

How many hours do you sleep?

Around 6 hours a night, I think. Sometimes more, sometimes less. It used to be much worse when I had a more rigid work schedule.

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

mienai-orochi replied to your post: Kept you waiting, huh?

Were you expecting me not to?

No, not at all! I’m happy you’re finally joining us in the digital age. 

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

Kept you waiting, huh?

Looks like you’re getting the hang of this!

[lady-incisor]

Ghost Transistor.

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

lady-incisor:

Onuma listened closely, her expression stony and apathetic. So, they had relentlessly pursued him until he had collided with her. Then they slipped away, and now they sat across from each other in a cozy restaurant. His lips looked dry and faint traces of stubble patched his jaw and the hollows of his cheeks. The lights reflected on his glasses, but blue eyes peeked out when he stirred. 

Wide. Nervous. But honest. 

She didn’t drop her line of sight despite his explanation. Even the heady scent from the teapot placed in front of them didn’t distract her; Onuma remained indifferent to their hostess, who quickly walked away.

It made sense that someone would want to spy on Gamo. After all, she was sent in to kill him. She remembered the unease amongst the workers when they saw the blueprints and the large, unmarked boxes that were hurriedly stashed away. She frowned and finally lowered her eyes to pour herself some tea, which she sipped slowly, thoughtfully. 

“Hm. You have others to answer to?” 

Her voice was still as low and dangerous as before. She lifted her head, dark hair framing her eyes in odd shadows. White steam rose from the small teacup, melding seamlessly with her features.

“Will they be messing in my affairs as well…?”

“I do have teammates, and... as long as you don’t do anything to me, they won’t mess with you,” he replied. 

As her gaze was broken by getting the tea, he finally felt able to pick up his water glass. As soon as the water touched his lips, he ended up draining half of the glass within a few seconds.  

As he set the glass down, he pondered what he’d even do if he managed to get out of this scenario alive. He still needed to get the information from Gamo’s machines, but with his camouflage broken, and nowhere to go, he’d have a rough time doing that. He unconsciously touched the mechanism. He wished he could just start working on it then, but any amount of testing would draw a lot of attention to him. 

What could he do?

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

military-shop-untouchable:

It had been dumb, hadn’t it? Iwai could almost feel ‘Otacon’ rolling his eyes on the other side of the screen. That metaphor was probably off the mark, since the chat interface was much more complex than phone calls via landline. Putting aside the philosophy of modern technology, Iwai gnawed rather antsily on his candy stick and wondered what to type back.

[geckotatt: no, I’m not trying to get at your location.]

[geckotatt: I wouldn’t ask you directly if I was going for that, right?]

If he was trying to get a favor done, he probably should stop being a smartarse. As much as he liked to run his mouth, it seemed like the habit extended to instant messenging.

[geckotatt: anyway. The guy is the current boss of Hashiba. Can you do it?]

Hal stared at the response. 

Hashiba? Like, involved with the yakuza Hashiba?

Who was this guy?

The rest of his work lay forgotten as he immediately went to work trying to trace Geckotatt. 

After a few minutes, Hal had managed to get Geckotatt’s IP address through the messaging system. The number seemed to be based in Shibuya. Geckotatt didn’t hide or even disguise it at all... that told Hal that he was either very brave or not very tech-savvy. Hal bet it was the latter. 

Hal leaned closer to the screen, as though sheer proximity would give him more insight. Well, Geckotatt wasn’t using any IP addresses linked to the police force, so he wasn’t with the police, unless he was working on his home computer...

... it was likely he was working with the yakuza.

Hal didn’t want to be traced back to any blood feuds. It was one thing to track down thieves, murderers, kidnappers, or any other lone wolf types. But this was organized crime. This was some serious stuff he would be getting involved with...

He pulled up the chat window again.

[otacon: Of course I can... but, who are you and why do you need him? I’m not interested in helping the yakuza fight their wars.]

[lady-incisor]

Ghost Transistor.

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

lady-incisor:

As they were seated at a booth close to the window, Onuma uncomfortably noted that the cushions were encased with faux leather. Her skin, damp with sweat, seemed to fuse with the seats on contact. It wasn’t too bad, since the air conditioner blasted nearby. 

A reasonable crowd had settled in, their idle chatter mingling with the smell of food. It looked like they lost those guards and evaded capture but It wouldn’t hurt to hole up in here for a few hours, anyway. Small pangs of hunger needled at her stomach as she caught the enticing scents. Besides a very light breakfast that morning, she hadn’t eaten all day.

Their hostess listed off the food specials with a cheery demeanor and seemed more than relieved to leave them with menus. Once she was a good distance away, she began to whisper amongst her coworkers.

Her hateful glare burned towards Ross. He was nervous. Keeping it together, but nervous.  Good.  She blinked down towards the small print occasionally - otherwise, her attentions were fixed on the man across the table.

Once their water came and their food was ordered, the dry tickle in her throat became more obvious. Onuma’s sights never wavered. The drops of condensation that ran down their fogged glasses went ignored.

“Well?” She asked, her voice low and demanding. “Are you going to explain yourself or just sit there uselessly?”

It was… weird, Hal had decided. How the scenery had changed around him so drastically. How mere minutes ago, he had been in a sterile office building running for his life, and now he was catching his breath in a cozy restaurant, sitting across from Onuma, who was now wearing street clothes, and even ordering food.

To the passersby, it may have even seemed like they were on a date.

However, he knew the unfortunate truth… it was much more like a public interrogation. Hal was nearly expecting Onuma to stand up, grab the light fixture hanging above the table, and shine it into his face.

She didn’t need to, though. He was intimidated enough. This was a woman who he had witnessed brutally killing two men not too long ago, after all. The cute attire she was now wearing, as well as the general atmosphere of the location, didn’t change his opinions at all.

He was too intimidated by her glare to even pick up his water glass, though after all that running he did, he definitely needed it…at least he got to sit down, though.

She spoke again, and her ever-present gaze felt like it was boring ever deeper into his soul.

She was still waiting for his explanation.

…well…

Hal nervously glanced around at the other patrons, who seemed pretty distracted by their own conversations, but you could never be too sure, and then leaned over the table, “I’m on a recon mission,” he admitted quietly, “I was gathering information on Gamo and his operation, but my camouflage short-circuited and I was found in a place I shouldn’t have been.”

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

military-shop-untouchable:

He sat with his arms crossed in front of the laptop screen, eyeballing it as if the window was going to gain consciousness and reveal to him the answers that he sought. The application was austere in design, and somehow, that made the whole thing feel even fishier. Perfect for a fishy guy like him. But the fact was, it was late, and he’d much prefer typing out a professional email titled your services required and addressed to whom it may concern.

When the response popped up, Iwai leaned forward half-consciously, uncrossing his arms. His brows furrowed as he looked over the familiar codename. He scratched at the stubble on his chin and hummed before he typed back.

[geckotatt: otacon, and that’s you, from the looks of it. It’s your username, right?]

Having hit sent too fast, he wondered if that had been a dumb reply. Probably. Nobody ever taught him how to talk to strangers online.

The notification chime sounded again.

Hal sighed and pulled himself from his work to check it.

...well, at least Kageyama was still silent. That was good. It was just the new one, the mysterious Geckotat...

Hal pulled open the chat dialogue, scanned the reply, then nearly rolled his eyes to the back of his head. He quickly typed his response, immediately switching screens after pressing the enter key.

[otacon: I meant what person do you want me to find. You already found me. Unless you’re actually trying get me to tell you my location. 

otacon: If that’s what you’re doing, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.]

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

Anime ja nai?

“Anime ja nai!”

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

How do you feel about Kikuchi? From a nosy mysterious friend...

“Well… uh, she’s a mysterious, interesting woman I’d like to get to know better.” 

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

What was your first anime?

“Voltron. I mean, okay, that’s not a real anime, since it was actually heavily edited and it combined a couple different actual anime to appeal to American kids, but it got me into the mech genre when I was young. Knowing what I know now, I recommend watching ‘Beast King GoLion’ instead.”

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

What kind of family do you dream of having?

“I know you’re talking about dreams, here, but… I don’t know if I’m really cut out for a normal family life. The ‘family’ I have now, with Snake and everyone is a better one than I thought I’d ever get, to be honest.”

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul]

Anon or not, send my muse any question you want! Funny, sad, angsty and fluffy are all fair game!

[lady-incisor]

Ghost Transistor.

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

@lady-incisor

It was bright and the summer air wrapped around her cool skin. Her clothes clung to the sweat on her body, which caused some slight discomfort but that didn’t stop her from dodging into the crowds.  Her eyes scanned the sea of people desperately. Those guards wouldn’t run into a crowded street in broad daylight, armed to the teeth. It would attract too much attention and people would begin asking questions. Law enforcement wouldn’t do much without turning their heads towards Gamo’s activities.

They were safe, but still needed to hide. Her uniform stood out. So did Ross. Onuma had let go of him and remnants of warmth lingered and began to fade on her fingers. She opened the door to a restaurant and slipped inside.

The lobby was empty. Light poured in through the blinds, creating elongated, diagonal stripes against the wall. Onuma began to unzip her coveralls and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She pushed them down her hips and legs, eventually shedding it all away. There were plain clothes underneath: high-waisted jeans and a faded white shirt with a band logo printed on the front. Hints of her vibrant tattoos showed through thin fabric and peeked out underneath her sleeves.

Onuma glanced towards Ross and leaned in. Dark eyes glinted dangerously and her mouth came close, breath on his warm skin.

“I want to know why you were there, and what you were doing.” Her voice was low and threatening. “Now.”

Hal took an unconscious step back and instinctively avoided her eyes; her gaze was too intense to look at directly. While it was true that he was away from the security guards, he still felt very much in danger. He was alone with an assassin. A very angry assassin. A very angry assassin who he made angry.

A very angry assassin who he made angry who didn’t seem exactly shy with using her assassination skills on people who weren’t her targets. 

“Well--”

“Welcome!”

Hal’s attention immediately snapped to a pretty, young hostess who had seemingly materialized out of thin air. Her expression was a bit forced, as though she was trying to seem pleasant in the face of what probably looked like a pretty nasty confrontation. 

Which it kind of was.

“How many?” the hostess asked.

Hal slowly looked at Onuma, and then back at the hostess. Well. Maybe being in a more public setting would make her less likely to slit his throat...

“Ah, two, please...” he said quietly. 

The hostess’s strained expression strained even more as she attempted a wider smile, “Right this way, then.” 

Hal followed the young woman, slightly relieved that he had a break from the suffocating, harsh aura Onuma was expelling. At least, for a short while. 

[military-shop-untouchable]

@occidentalmechafan

Iwai’s eyes reflected the cobalt glow of the laptop screen as he logged in. His eyes also reflected other things -that it was close to midnight and his jug was low on coffee; that he kind of regretted this before he’d even gotten started.

Otacon was the codename of the man to whom he had been referred. Iwai had always been oldschool about getting information -his humble agents were smelly old guys in the back of alleys, folks with a bung eye at the end of a sticky bar table, and fortune tellers who didn’t make money off fortune telling. Well, today was the day that he upgraded himself to Web 2.0

[geckotatt: Hope I’m not unfashionably late. Heard you could help me out with tracking a guy.]

His fingers, perpetually stained around the nails and joints with old gun oil, hover reluctantly over the keys. Iwai finally released a sigh and hit enter.

[occidentalmechafan-blog]

Hal glanced up from trawling though public records at the chime of a chat notification. He sighed in frustration, running his hands through his hair. If that was Kageyama again, he’d scream. Didn’t the man ever sleep?

Grudgingly, he turned to his leftmost monitor and pulled up the chat window.

However, rather surprisingly, it wasn’t Kageyama’s handle flashing yellow. It wasn’t anyone he recognized at all. 

“Geckotatt?” he muttered to himself, pushing his glasses up his nose. 

Well. They seemed like a potential client, at least. Hal typed out a quick reply, then immediately minimized the application again to continue his work.

[otacon: That depends. Who are you looking for?]