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{ ♕ } Oh, I have more replies to catch up on! But, again, I'm not too active at the moment because semester's about to start, and I'm doing last minute preparations with books/money/etc., you know, things of the like. I'll get to them eventually. I might dabble in shorter things though, but I hope this post explains things. (^:
Liquid gasped at the sight of a familiar figure. “Ocelot? Is that you? How long has it been? I-I’ve missed you.” Recovering her wits, she smirked. “Foxhound just hasn’t been the same without you.”
No, probably not. Ocelot always left quite an impression, and his absence created an evident void. But then again, so would Liquid's, wasn't that right? "Long enough," Adamska answered, that one certain sentence not one he ignored. Missed him? What a first. "Going for flattery first thing, aren't you? Not bad, but it is quite a spot to be filled." And not many people were willing to take it. "But I could say the same for you. I've got to admit, I wasn't expecting to you see you again. Mhm. It's been a while, Liquid."
His hands ran over his face as it started to look more stressed. Not many were very aware of it but Raikov’s position was a little flimsy, everything would come falling down if Volgin’s interest in him wavered.
"I sure hope you’re right." Ivan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down. It was stupid to get insecure about a thing like that, he was all too aware of his good looks and skills under the sheets. There was no way the Colonel would choose Tatyana over himself, no way. So why did it still worry him? Raikov looked up and froze, the business end of Ocelot’s revolver pointed at his face. His eyes wide, he tensed up. Whether the other Major was merely playing with him or not, having a gun pointed at you was never really fun. Ivan felt aware of everything for that second, flinching when Ocelot’s finger squeezed the trigger. Silence. He felt like a fool. "I don’t know where I stand now in this stupid love triangle, that’s what has me worried. Has he lost interest in me? What if he prefers her now?" Ivan glared, his voice venomous. "I’m sure you know of what will happen to me if I lose the protection of the Colonel. Exile, or worse, execution. I’ve dug my own grave and he’s the only one stopping them from pushing me in."
"Her?" Ocelot repeated, all but a smile to curve his lips. Leaning back in his chair, the man argued with a scathing, "please. There's hardly any competition."
Mainly because there was no competition. A traitorous woman or a man regarded with contempt? Tsk. Regardless of the meaning, however, the words were reassuring enough. "After a while, he'll grow bored of her. Tatyana's running on borrowed time." Paranoia aside, Raikov must have known this; her role was to be used like a tool, and after tools have served their purpose, they were cast aside carelessly. Letting out a bemused grunt, he was generous enough to pour more alcohol into Raikov's glass. "You're right though. Lately, Gronzyj Grad doesn't seem to appreciate you much. Word spreads quickly." And anger quicker. "But if it comes to that, I might be able to do something. Besides," Adamska simpered with confidence, "what are comrades for?" Leading his own unit, Ocelot was known among the ranks and well regarded to boot. Being on his side could certainly have its benefits. "You're not a very popular guy." Unfortunately. "Ever thought about playing this differently? The men don't like it when you take advantage of them. From what I hear, you have a gift for starting trouble."
"Oh? Is that any way to introduce yourself mon gar?" Mistral slowly turned to the voice of the person who regarded her. Her tiny band of gekkos cowering, the little eye in the center of their bodies flickered, she snorts a little loudly. Even the little UGs felt the palpable fear and tension in the air. She slowly approached the blonde young man, metallic heels clicking as she sauntered in her most seductive manner towards him "Bonjour, Mon Petit Mimi. Aimeriez-vous jouer?”
The way in which she carried herself was a quality befit for a killer: cold, unafraid, daring. Adamska couldn't help but scowl. "Play, huh?" he replied, and as she got closer still, his voice became harder. Rougher. Oh! So this cat was quite the serious one. Ocelot was fascinated, but he'd take a shot if forced, and that, be it good or bad, did not require much effort. At all. Taking his revolver out, Adamska said, "I was thinking the same thing. And, I've got to hand it to you, you're a lot more fun than the rest already." Confident, even when his gun proved futile in this situation. Shame he didn't know. "Give me your name."
That quieted Raikov down. He stared at the table with a distressed expression, slowly reaching over to pour himself another glass. He took a sip.
"Thats… impossible! Yevgeny would never… " Ivan made a dejected noise and brought the glass closer to him. He wasn’t so sure now, he’d confronted Volgin about her plenty of times but he seemed so reluctant to let her go. He’d worried, thrown tantrums and gotten drunk but only one thought still surfaced in his mind. ‘Am I not good enough? Does he not want me anymore?' He sighed and rubbed his head. 'No, it’s because I’m a man isn’t it. I thought he loved me!' “Dammit Adamska, isn't this part of your job!? Do something about it! Make it look like an accident or whatever, just do something!” He hissed urgently in return, not wanting to shout about this. Ivan rubbed at his watery eyes, it felt like his worst fears were coming true. Even if Tatyana was gone the damage was done, maybe the Colonel never loved him at all.
Adamska's eyes narrowed, the look of dread in Raikov's eyes clear at least. Blatant at best. Love seemed to be a very crippling thing, and he was not too eager to understand it.
"Don't even think about it. When the time comes, I'll deal with her myself." Murder was normal, two trained soldiers plotting a woman's death as they threw back shots and polished guns. It was too average a scene. It should have been illegal. "I'm not letting that woman escape." With his free hand, Adamska picked up his revolver once more, spinning it lazily around one bare finger before the weapon found a place staring right into Raikov's eyes. Unfazed, Ocelot took another sip. "What about you? Don't tell me you're afraid to get your hands a little dirty, Raikov. It's one pull." Adamska's finger was flirting with the trigger as he spoke, a tease with death that looked quite serious. And he pressed further and further until... Click! No, no gunfire. "It's that simple," he finished before slipping the gun into his harness. "If you manage to screw up, I'm sure the Colonel will go easy on you. You can tell him you were sick of her wasting his time. What? Think he's replacing you for someone else?" A scoff more akin to disbelief. "You worry a lot more than I thought."
“The nomadic life certainly doesn’t cut it— not like I have a choice, though. I made my own path and I’m going to have to walk it.” Oh, Ocelot. You’re the same as ever, and the familiarity brings me a certain sense of comfort. He watched that sweeping movement, lone blue eye unblinking, and listens with intrigue. Because yes, the younger man always did intrigue him, interested him. Not that he’d ever tell Ocelot that. “Well, to be honest, I like not being tied down by the government. I want to start something new.” A revolutionary venture. “As for us being allies? Well.” And he chuckles, the sound throaty and low, as always. “As long as you don’t train a revolver in my face come morning, I don’t see why not.”
"Hah... Well said." Wasn't this sweet? Heartwarming? "I won't make any promises, but I'll see what I can do about that." It was seamless how they'd fallen back into such pleasantries, all those absent years lost in one spoken word. Of course now, however, things were different. Snake truly had no home to call his own, and him? Well, he'd gotten better at lying and deception. Walking closer, Adamska did not stop until he was within arm's reach, that smile dropping from his lips but not his eyes. He could smell the distinguishable scent of cigar smoke from here. "It's been a while. Wonder what's gotten you moving though. No operation, no country... What's that 'path' you were talking about? I don't see anything, but I can't say I see you sitting still either."
{ ♕ } I know I still have a few replies to catch up to (not to mention a few starters planned out beforehand), but they'll have to come later. I'm kinda busy with other things and I'm not very, uh, I guess concentrated on writing/etc. at the moment. I'll get to them very soon. Just letting you all know that now. (^:
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"Well, well... Looks like we have ourselves a visitor." Adamska's approach was slow and cautious, each step punctuated clearly in the silence of night. It was dark, a black so suffocating it dominated the atmosphere around them; vision was nearly lost, and fear here was enough to cripple a man. But he didn't care. A proud ocelot would not run from anything, not even if the threat was more machine than human. What a strange encounter... Excellent. "And an interesting one at that."
And he was right, It seemed like she was too far from Steelport and that’s what worried her. Where was she anyways? She forgot to ask, But who cares she might die right here anyways. She stood in her place, waiting if he might shoot or her something i mean the man looked scary as hell she didn’t even want to do anything. As she heard those words, She finally breathed out. ‘Thank God’ She thought, her eyes looked back at his grin. “Ocelot? Never heard that name before-” She smirked, mocking him bluntly.
Well, at least the girl's got spunk. "Better get used to it then. It's the closest to one you'll get." He was calm, composed, and only when she'd thrown him that amused smirk did he manage to widen his eyes in surprise; this, he had to admit, was a strange day of firsts. "Oh, you're good. Not afraid of me, huh? Gutsy," Adamska informed, though on his tongue and in his voice, it sounded strangely like a challenge. The chuckle that escaped him only brought it home. "You know, I take it back. Now that I think it over, I see I was wrong." With a smirk in answer to her own, he asked, "you're not just any woman, are you?"
"…Ocelot?”
To say I was surprised once I heard that familiar voice would be an understatement. The clanking of spurs with his footsteps all but confirmed it for me. It had been a really long time indeed. It was ten years ago when we first met in Tselinoyarsk; he was just a kid at the time, but he was as talented as the best of them. At the time, I thought him to be an enemy, but I later found out that actually wasn’t the case. It always made me wonder if he was putting me through all of that hell just for the sake of it.
“Aren’t you still with Zero and everyone else? What are you doing here?”
What a way to reminisce of old days. However, he'd be a fool to think this reunion was one of celebration; it was uncalled for, he knew that, and the allegiance with Zero was worrisome at best. "Not the welcoming I was hoping for, though, I've gotta admit, I can't say I can blame you," Adamska answered. He didn't sound disappointed, even daring to approach with that confident look. Yup. Some things haven't changed. "But I'm not here on anyone's behalf. I'm here because I want to be." And that much was true whether Snake would believe it or not. After all, Zero didn't have his loyalty, only his interest. "Didn't think I needed to warn you in advance. That would have made this visit a lot more 'complicated' though, wouldn't it?"
Shaking his head, Ivan made a perplexed noise. “Will you ever stop being so prickly, honestly!” That was by far the most embarrassing thing he’d ever said and of course it had to be to Ocelot, the man who’s only emotions seemed to be triumphant and furious. Sometimes he felt like he was surrounded by graceless barbarians, they all clearly had a thing or two to learn about appreciating beauty and the odd bit of sentimentality.
"See, this is why I still see you as a child. It doesn’t work that way." He took another sip, before deciding to just drain the small glass. "I’m confident that you and the Colonel will succeed, but the irrational worries still gnaw at me. You both leave for Rassvet and I’m left here just waiting for you to come back, and when you do you bring back that…stupid tart! And she calls herself Sokolov’s woman as she’s stealing Yevgeny away from me!” Raikov’s voice had grown louder, any more and he’d be shouting as he banged his fist on the table. “How else am I supposed to feel! Stop being such an asshole-” He kicked Ocelot’s shin, “with your backhanded retorts and tell me that, idiot!”
Humiliation hadn't been the goal, and angering Raikov even further off the mark. Shame... Ocelot's grin was soon joined by an uncharacteristic laugh, one meant only for him--
Thud! Suddenly, the amusement in Adamska's face was drained, body bucking forward in response to the pain. Laughter effectively killed, he hissed, "that woman was never my responsibility. If I had the choice, I would have killed her a long time ago." For once, the two were on the same side. "What the Colonel does is none of my business, but he made a really dumb move." Not shy to admit it either, but somehow, love or not, he felt Raikov would agree. "Snake has more than enough waiting for him. It's Tatyana that's the real problem. She's onto something--I know it--but everyone's too blind to see the truth." What a scolding tone. "In fact-" and this was to rile Raikov up even further if only for his own personal gain -"I wouldn't be surprised if she was thinking about killing us when we have our backs turned. Just guess who she'll want to get rid of first."
Shaundi glared at the other, Yeah he was bad news probably worse than many people she met along the way. Her eyes never left the sight of the gun he had, I mean maybe he might shoot her whatever was going on in his head must’ve been dangerous. “The name is Shaundi..” As she noticed he stopped spinning the revolver, she held her pistol closer to her.
"Shaundi? Never heard a name like that before, but I'm not surprised. You've wandered a long way from home." As if harmless, Adamska rose his hands above his shoulders before resuming his approach, his strides slow, testing. With a grin, he taunted her with a cool, "you look a little worried over there." That revolver remained heavy in his hand, but luckily--perhaps for them both--aimed harmlessly to the sky. For now. "That's weird. For some reason, I thought you actually knew how to handle a gun... Not that it would matter. I'm not here to kill you." And yet, with that grin, it was far too hard to believe him. Him coming to a stop too close to where she stood only made things worse. "You can call me Ocelot."
Ivan raised his eyebrow with an irritated expression. He’d been perfectly fine before Ocelot had brought that line of thought up, damn him. Now he turns his own words against him, almost mockingly… He could be frighteningly obnoxious at times.
"I’m not stressed! Just- …worried." Raikov frowned and took the glass, swilling the vodka around a bit again before taking a sip. "One of The Cobras was killed, yes? Weren’t they supposed to be unbeatable soldiers or something?" He stared hard into the glass. "I hate telling you this but I’m worried. For you and Yevgeny. I don’t know what I’d do without either of you." That was embarrassing, Ivan hastily took a larger gulp of the alcohol. Maybe getting extremely drunk would help this talk go easier. “Oh Adamska, you are sly. Getting me to spill my troubles and cleverly avoiding yours.”
True. The world knew no better force than The Cobra Unit, and when legends began to fall, it was reasonable to worry. "What can I say? That man..." Snake. "He's good."
And he was going to succeed in his mission, that Adamska guaranteed. "But so are we," Ocelot added, his 'comfort' touched with unabashed confidence. "Next time I see him, it'll be the last. I'll make sure of it." With a steely expression, Ocelot looked unwilling to debate such a claim; what he said went. "Getting sentimental? Hmph. I knew it--You care a lot more than you're willing to admit. We've dealt with worse, and if you think some filthy American is going to best us, think again." But Ocelot continues to keep his concerns to himself. Why? Simply because he hadn't even one to confess. He knows what'll happen--certain of it. And, as the tension clears, Adamska smirks in kind. "You said I didn't earn your trust. Now I don't have your faith? You're on a roll with your insults today. I'm hurt." Oh, you cheeky bastard. "Unrequited faith is fatal between comrades."
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A familiar face, one he couldn't forget even if he wanted to. "It's been a while," was Adamska's greeting, a voice marred only ever so slightly by time. It's been years since they'd last seen each other; news of Snake's military base were all he had to go on for a lengthy decade. Much has changed. Still, he was willing to bet that much more hasn't. A smile on his lips, this once Major Ocelot had aged out of the military, uniform replaced by a suit, and brash youth falling into something darker. Didn't lose the spurs though. "Ten years is a really long time, Snake."
The guy seemed dangerous, Besides the looks the way he dressed she knew he must of been trouble. She wasn’t really adored by authority.
Shaundi raised a brow, narrowing her eyes at the other. And once he mentioned something about her being tough, Due to the weapon she was holding in her hands was something many people were threatened by, I mean it was a gun.
"Fun?"
"You heard me right." Adamska's body moved once more, legs carrying him idly to the left. Yet, as casual as it all seemed, it was difficult to call the atmosphere relaxed; his eyes were fixed on her and that revolver never stopped spinning. He looked to be itching for some mayhem. "Tell me, what's your name? It's been a while since I've run into someone carrying a weapon out here. Usually means-" the revolver stops abruptly, strong hands firm around the handle -"you have a reason to. So then, what's yours?"
The Major laughed again, taking no notice of the hostility coming from Ocelot. It was an interesting thought however, if he really was a spy what would Yevgeny do about it? Would he kill him? Part of Raikov wanted to believe that Volgin would never harm him, but he knew that conquering the west was more important than anything in the world to his Zhenya. His face slowly fell, his gaze moving towards the wall.
"I suppose you’re right." Ivan frowned, that was his moderately good mood gone for the night. "But what do you want me to do? Apologise for taking your oh-so-precious time? Prostrate myself in front of all those I have wronged?" He snorted. "You are no worse than I Adamska, only a little more closeted." Ocelot had hit the nail on the head about Volgin. Raikov had never felt the need to abuse his subordinates before meeting him, but such was life. People change, and he changed to suit the Colonel’s needs. "Just drink with me dammit."
It was a stark contrast. Normally, Raikov looked pleased, a smile on his lips and a spark in his eyes. One wrong word, and suddenly the man bore a sharp tongue.
Adamska, despite himself, couldn't help but smirk. That's right; Raikov wasn't a pushover, wasn't an animal he could kick down. Gotta be careful. "No. To be honest, I don't expect you to do anything," he answered before leaving the table, his departure joined simply by the clicks of spurs. Before long, he returned with two empty glasses in hand. "You sound pretty serious right now, Raikov. Maybe a bit angry. Something's got you wound up, or you starting to regret coming down to see me?" Was that an accusation of sorts? Regardless, Ocelot poured the man across from him a glass, sliding it over after it'd been filled. "You might need to relax, deal with that pent up stress." Sound familiar? "Take a glass. It's yours."
