CHAOS & HONOR.

[worldtoruin]

SHADOW IN THE SHAPE OF MAN. independent liquid snake rp blog, full timeline based, acid & ghost babel knowledgeable. crossover, multiverse, multiship, oc & ship friendly. originally est. 2016. mun 25+. #worldtoruin. affiliated with @ciircumserpent (do not separate).

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[ciircumserpent]

“you make a lot of threats for someone whose short and can’t even do a push-up.” / worldtoruin i could not stop giggling at this one

It pissed him off instantly, of course. "I can do a push-up!" he snapped. "But your big stupid butt is in the way!" He tried to roll over, but Eli was good and sat on his spine. "When I get up, I'm gonna cook you and eat you! I'm gonna feed you to the squads! I'll-- I'll chop you up into a stew-- and when they say, mm, what's this? I'll tell them it's idiot!"

[worldtoruin]

it is an intentional design choice, btw, that in my post mgs verse, eli eventually comes to resemble older kaz quite a bit. (he already did look enough like him to play at him.)

like kaz, he lost his right arm. like kaz, he loses part of his left leg too. (though i portray it as considerably less than kaz's; more like his left foot and the ankle.)

like kaz, he has blond hair. after he crops it short for mgs2 era, he doesn't cut it again, thus, it grows out the exact same. like kaz, he's going to put it in a ponytail to keep it out of his face.

frequently wears sunglasses on his own, probably dresses a bit similar (though like his father he's really into bomber jackets and leather or fatigue pants. jeans too though idk if thats a bb thing).

loses a little more of his accent as he ages, thus making his place of origin sound a little more ambiguous. some americans might think of it as british and some brits might think of it as transatlantic (up until he really gets into a conversation where it becomes more obvious) (imo eli's accent slipping as he ages just makes sense to me; he's not been actively in the UK for a long time)

like kaz, his transition into aiding philanthropy would come from a place of selfishness, at least at first.

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[ciircumserpent]

@worldtoruin

"You're not listening to me." He suppressed the urge to stomp his foot. He had to keep his cool. "I'm telling you, we could leave. All of us. Right now. That's an American chopper. They haven't taken it apart yet! There should be a distress signal aboard -- the US military could come pick us up. We could be out of here!"

[worldtoruin]

for months, eli has lived as a cornered dog, snapping at passing hands. they all wanted to hurt him, force him into their ideas of what his life should look like. his trust was afforded only to his men, and his brother. david was his other half, everything that he wasn't, and he was alright with that. but he had to go. his cells were virtually screaming with it, searing in his desire for freedom as if a burning brand. it was driving him crazy.

eli stills. he's been going over a plan so involved that everything had to fall into place, the floating boy (tretij, he'd whispered) like the silk thread of a spider's nest wrapped into his brain. the sahelanthropus would lead them to salvation. it would be so bloody easy if they did it right.

' you want to go back to america? ' the idea frustrates eliab. his pinched, scarred brow spoke of disapproval, and confusion. ' why? '

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[worldtoruin]

the war-torn liberian front proves rich hunting grounds for the white mamba. he sees the battlefield in his mind's eye, like a sniper's scope wound through mantis and directly into eli's brain instead; how lucky he is to have a partner so gifted, so able to aid, and so ready to.

not that there was much trust afforded to an english operative in an african battlefield. his mastery of the battlefield, understanding of language, and his reputation as the white mamba are preceding factors; he doesn't need to prove himself, yet does so anyway through the merit of his gestures.

so, it doesn't surprise him when a unit of child soldiers capture two of his men. for what purpose, he's unsure--he can only assume they'd figured they were adversaries in the civil war, enemies. it doesn't surprise him, but it does irritate him.

even eliab is against the murder of children, but quiet dispatch becomes necessary. mantis's voice is soft in his ear, somewhere between the codec and telepathy; still, eli touches the bulb as he overlooks their station: an empty rural village, the locals likely dead or displaced. the familiarity of the situation, seeing it through opposite eyes, stirs something mean and angry in him.

he's seventeen, and even the midnight heat itches under his suit like hell.

dropping his binos, the white mamba tucks them back into their holster, creeping low on a declined hill. he moves smoothly as a snake would, allows mantis to guide him. finding his men isn't particularly hard--without a secure compound, all it takes is a silent nudge of a door to find them hogtied and gagged. knife through the ropes, eli inspects their arms, wrists, and legs.

' boss-- ' one groans, her voice small and thin. ' their commander-- ' he trims away her bindings, slits the restraint holding her ankles together. ' i'm not going to kill a child. ' eli mumbles, testing her strength against his hands. her arms first, then her legs; an arm appeared to be broken, but she could walk. she could move.

koska shakes her head. ' that's not it. ' eliab hands over one of his knives and sidearm. ' cut amadi free. ' he'd been with them before the civil war came to an official head, drawn toward the dogmatic leader of their mercenary unit. drawn toward him. ' don't come out until i say. i'm going to secure an exfil route. told them i wouldn't be going home until all my men were accounted for. '

koska rubs at her broken arm, but submits to eli's orders, setting the gun over her legs. she scoots toward amadi, an unconscious west-african local, militia-boy all of fifteen. the knife slips between the knotted ropes, sawing diligently. ' them? '

' the SAS. ' ' oh. '

they'd talk about it later. the white mamba frowns, taking a moment to watch amadi's slow breaths, to affirm in his mind he was indeed still alive. the encampment was silent, aside for the patrolling guards he'd successfully weaved unseen though. ' the commander is a grown man, ' koska finally continues, maneuvering to free amadi's rope-bound ankles, ' sir, he looks like you. a lot like you. '

eliab's blood runs ice cold, vampire fangs in his neck, pointed and sharp. the pain that rips through his throat steals his breath. mother-base felt so far away--and it wasn't in his father's nature to take child soldiers, he'd quickly learned. his teeth tap together, irritation pinching his scarred brows. zero and the rest of cipher had told him about his brother, alluded to his genetic purpose: byproduct to succeed another man he'd never know, one that worse his face.

what were the chances?

no.. no, surely not--

' look. i'll signal you when i want you to follow. i.. stole a vehicle. ' his frown subtly twists into something almost sheepish. koska doesn't laugh, nor admonish him. she rolls amadi onto his back, who only stirs minutely. ' your order is to stay right here. only move if it becomes necessary. if i'm killed, you sneak out with him to the southeast. i hid the streit cougar there, the keys are under the center console. understand? '

she nods, attention pivoting from the white mamba before her to her downed companion. gently, she shakes his shoulder. amadi grunts in his unconscious rest. eli peers out the gap in the door as he shoulders it open, observing the pattern the young guards take, unaccompanied by any adults. it didn't matter to eli that some might consider him yet a child--this wasn't his lot. dipping between paths, quiet crouched movement blends into the night, and eli prowls like any good panther. room after room, he finds sleeping children of all backgrounds, most sleeping on or beside assault rifles.

until he finds one occupied by a man. he's asleep upon a half-decrepit bunk, a heavy slat of wood beneath a layer of woven grass and reeds bracing his frame.

not big boss. not him. but.. his face--

eliab trains his vektor r4 upon him, maintaining a practical distance. his heart tells him to simply pull the trigger, but everything else yearns for something more. for answers. heart drumming in his ears, he flatly posits, ' kwamanda? '

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[worldtoruin]

fucking bites you for no reason

THIS IS WHY MOM DOESNT FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!!

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eli not in combat-fashion sense is like this btw, click for full views because tumblr crops em.

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My name is Brutus and my name means heavy So with a heavy heart I’ll guide this dagger into the heart of my Enemy My whole life you were a teacher and friend to me Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy I too have a destiny, this death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar This event will be history, and I’ll be great too I don’t want what you have I wanna be you

[worldtoruin]

also, i think it is very likely eli has some form of oppositional defiance disorder.

[livinglie]

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"i hear there was another incident yesterday."

his tone is careful—measured disappointment more than anything else. anger would just serve to fuel the fire that eli's been carefully tending inside of himself. the kid is an unholy terror. the number of guards willing to watch the children's quarters are ever-dwindling. he's beginning to regret giving kaz the green light on this little education and reintegration operation.

it's not that he minds it when ocelot or kaz ask him to come chat with eli, but they're fooling themselves if they think the kid actually listens to him. he can see it written all over his face, a sullen stubbornness that is not so easily tamed. it wouldn't be such an issue in isolation, but he's got a whole unit following his lead. he needs to set a good example.

he turns his eye away from the vast horizon and fixes it on the boy. he can't see the similarities between them that have kaz and ocelot so worried, try as he might. there's nothing in him that screams son. and that's fine. he doesn't want a son.

"...clearly there's an issue. some need that's not being met. mind telling me what that is? or would you rather keep acting out like a child?"

[worldtoruin]

they've caught him like a hunter chasing a jackal down a narrow run, and god, does it sour eliab. thrust into a violent world against his will the day he'd carved clean of his mother's womb, resentful for existing--he'd vowed in his adolescent mind to never be the pawn of adults ever again, to grasp his future in both hands and carve out his destiny.

yet, here he was, interred on an oil rig because..

well, that was just it. because why? it wasn't as if snake and his cohorts were exactly better men than him, nor did they possess a moral obligation toward supplanting his free rein. after all, he was no son of his, and he doubted he made time for him for the fun of it.

eli's lip pulls up around a sharp canine, freshly adult. the audacity of his supposed father was unbelievable: as if he hadn't a clue where the animosity would stem from, what would induce such a fervid rage, as if... the sound that punches out of the youth is unfriendly and derisive. ' back off. ' his thumb instinctually flies to where he would normally keep his hunting knife, pinching the empty space. damn. still, he takes a deliberate step back; it's all defensive muscle memory, like a dog backed into a corner. ' keep your bloody hands away from me. if another one of your men get chummy with me, i'm taking a fucking hand off. '

war and combat made a foul mouth of a child; if he'd anywhere else, it would've been in kikongo instead of accented english. his teeth grind together, and eliab's spine curls just slightly, shoulders hiked. ' i didn't.. i didn't ask for any of this! '

[worldtoruin]

some specific things about eli + the 'recessive genes' scam just for clarification:

this is an idea that was touted to eli by zero. i know people like to make fun of eli because this is such a fictional interpretation of genes and just not how it works, but eli isn't stupid and wouldn't assume this was the case baselessly; for the sake of metal gear's continuity we are just saying this is possible in that universe. i mean it has vampires and flying people. we can suspend disbelief here for the sake of the writing.

anyway i digress. the entire reason eli breaks away from his handlers is because of his perception of himself as a genetic byproduct via things zero directly told him at a very young age. this probably stemmed from overheard conversation involving zero about the fact the les enfants terribles project resulted in two babies/twins and the idea of superior/inferior genes. zero has done some pretty whack things in this series so it would track, to me.

eli was originally being raised by the patriots in england and overseen directly by zero for the purpose of being an 'insurance policy' against big boss--not that bb cared for him or solid, but rather that he would be directly trained by the patriots to become their own personal super weapon that would and could destroy boss and everything he'd ever made, one day. i think the idea was to groom both twins into super weapons (actually all three, but only george was successful) just to keep bb in line knowing there were two whelps out there who were gonna beat his ass.

if he had never fled whilst in africa, he probably would've ended up exactly like this.

this same thing was clearly expressed to him by ocelot at some point as well in their foxhound era, affirming it's validity to liquid. really, he would've been a completely different man if he'd received that vital early life love and parental support; the child that results without it is missing something important.

his primary motivating factor is the fact he believes big boss is fully aware of all of this, and equally considers him both expendable and worthless, and that he's monstrous enough to facilitate the birth of a child for that child to be used like livestock or spare parts for the intended child. he didn't need boss to raise him or love him; if he didn't feel as if he was complicit in his existence, he would have little resentment for him. he is completely unaware that in the revised canon that he was largely uninvolved in the product/zero and eva "created" him more than bb did. can you blame him for the repeated murder attempts.

learning that [ redacted tpp spoiler ] is probably what drives eli to seek big boss out as an adult.

[worldtoruin]

little doodle just to demonstrate literally the only diff between eli's canon design and mine is the unsafe binding + he's slightly smaller

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quick doodle of the subtle differences between david and eli, as identical twins tend to look slightly different