Friends

[If you were here last Christmas, you would remember a certain group of Cobras with Christmas cheer.]

[That's right, the Xmas Unit is back! They're ~stealthily~ going down the hallways, dropping off presents at the door.]

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Wondering if you could have your items shipped in time for the holidays?
Is your shopping time consumed by hiding for cover from ongoing skirmishes?
Still unable to find that MUST-HAVE gift for a loved one?
Having trouble seeing difference between holiday crowds and wartime conflicts?

. . . Look no further, because the DREBINS™ have your back!


Avoid the crazy masses and wilder confrontations by ordering via PTT, online, or codec message to have your order not only fulfilled... but shipped with same day delivery to get your significant other or family the gift they deserve for the winter season! ALL ORDERS MUST BE RECEIVED NO LATER THAN 2100HRS TO ALLOW ENOUGH TIME FOR DELIVERY! Despite this. . . and as always, the DREBINS™ pride themselves on express service and support! After all...
WE. HAVE. YOURS.

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I'll be back around Monday evening. See you guys later <3

[For a man like Liquid, sleep was a hard status to succumb to. It had always been problematic for him, and he had rarely experienced the chance to fully rest without the help of alternate methods such as sleeping pills. But being part of the MI6 had its positives as well as downfalls. Unfortunately, the wrecked lifestyle had left lingering effects for years after on both his mentality and his capability as a soldier. Never mind his lack of true social skills.]

[To be focused on something such as the destruction of his so called 'family' and to try and see that Big Boss achieved his dream was paradoxical in the sense that he both hated that man, his Father, and he adored him.]

[Naturally, the same feelings could be applied to Snake. Running into Snake had angered him; to be informed that he had suffered broken ribs from Big Boss fueled his anger that Snake had a chance to fight him yet again, and that Big Boss had managed to hurt his Brother. He was, of course, possessive about that, and deemed it so only he himself could bring harm to Snake. No one else.]

[In confrontation with Big Boss; to be told he was not at his best made Liquid incredibly unnerved. He hated the thought that he would suffer at the hands of these Snakes, but now that he had forced himself to rest his body from the days on end in search of REX, his passion only grew, as did his determination to bring suffering to those he held most discontent for.]

[The first person he was in search for was Snake. And he intended on ensuring he had healed so he could make new marks on his body. Marks of his own. He strode in pure confidence down the havoc-torn third hallway and kept his eyes peeled.]

Come out, Brother! Show your face to me right now!

_{((Looking for saltpeppered but open to everyone.))}

[Vamp had found a wish room, and although she had started off excited she had long sine lost her enthusiasm. She's sitting in the Lobby by herself now, wondering what to do with herself.] ((OOC: Want some hot Vamp lovin? Well nows your chance :V))

[On the 20th floor, things are being destroyed. Things are being destroyed for no particular reason. Walls are being pierced through with projectiles being fired at high velocities, and nearby furniture is exploding; All due to one very sad, very angry woman. She doesn't even have a target- Outside of the building itself. Y'know that stage of the Fortune battle where she stops trying to kill you and just begins wildly destroying everything around you so that there is debris flying in every direction? Yeah, she's in that mood.]

[It's a shame, too. This conversation with Wolf had just managed to talk some sense into her. She was prepared to open herself up to those close to her; To try and momentarily stop fighting in order to sort out her own psychological issues instead. ...And then this room quickly destroyed any progress that the conversation might have brought. Now she just wants SOMETHING to pay, and she doesn't care who or what it is. Fortune walks along the hallways, causing destruction to everything around her. She's crying, occasionally laughing, and just all-around crazy. There's no telling how long she'll go until deciding to turn the weapon on herself.]

((Guys. GUYS! Christmas is almost here and the war isn't over yet :|||| Normally this wouldn't be such a big deal but I happen to know that quite a few of us will be pretty busy from the 24th to the 26th at least- With family stuff and so on. This war should probably come to an end soon, no? I made this post for everyone who still plans on having their character die or be injured. If it's gonna happen, it should happen ASAP. Here's a crazy Fortune, but if you'd prefer to be taken out a different way, feel free to ignore her. I'm sure there are plenty of NPC guards around for those who want to just play out their character's death in a thread by themselves. If you want your character to die or be injured in a specific way/by a specific person, please specify in your post. Otherwise- Just throw your character into the mayhem and let the random carnage ensue! Hell, if you're uncomfortable with playing out fights/violence, you can even fade to black or just have it be implied. As for Fortune here, I don't really care. You can even simply talk her out of her crazy if you want. -Or try to.))

((Also, SOMEONE STILL NEEDS TO DESTROY METAL GEAR and/or pump Fox full of bullets. :V If not in this post, then in another. But whatever happens has to happen quickly.))

[There is a Raiden sitting in the middle of the destroyed second floor hallway. He is wearing a santa hat. Christmas time... the perfect excuse to bestow Coolant upon those worthy enough!]

Come get your Coolant! The perfect Christmas present! Coat things in ice! Put out fires! Blind your enemies! Avoid drowning! ...No wait, Coolant doesn't help you swim.

[He hasn't gathered that the last thing on anyone's mind right now is Coolant, but dammit, it should be!]

Just get some goddamn Coolant, people! Stop praising Jesus, start worshipping Coolant!

[He's sitting on a bench in a random hallway, smoking a cigar, thinking about the wish he made. Foolish. Wishes don't ever come true...but he supposes that's part of the alleged 'fun' about wishes; the 'what if?' factor. He wonders if life would be better if it came true and how he would even handle himself if he was actually faced with that. He contemplates it for a few moments longer before kicking it out of his mind.]
Feh.

[He returns to puffing on his cigar alone in the hallway. That's how the remainder of his life, apparently, is meant to be lived: alone. It's a fate worse than Hell, being drawn back to life to live a drab, useless, solitary existence.]

...

[It's been awhile since NS here has been around. He's wandering the broken hallways, mostly thinking to himself and wondering just what the hell was going on in this normally "peaceful" place.]

[He sighs, before decided to open a door. He'd rather be in some crazy-ass room then in a ruined hallway were he could easily fall through the ground to his doom.]

Hn?

When he enters whatever room he had chosen to go into, he feels really hot all of a sudden. And a little itchy. He looks down to see that his normal camo uniform was under a second layer of regular clothing; a simple t-shirt and jeans. He grunts.]

What the hell is the purpose of putting more clothes on me?

[He goes to try and take the shirt off, but finds... finds that it appears to be almost glued to his uniform!]

Eh? What?

[He then tries the jeans. That won't come off, either! What on Earth was going on?]

What the-

[So he tries one more time, this on his actual uniform, which the sleeve are still part way visible, only due to the fact that there was a t-shirt over it. Even then, they wouldn't budge. He gave off a frustrated sigh, before scratching the back of his head. This... was going to be a long night.]

((due to chat, you now have a room where you're forced into even more clothing over your own... and the only way to take ALL the clothes off is to have someone else do it!
also, due to a certain request, you only need to take them off the underwear. no need to get nekkid ;D))

[Snake has honestly lost count of the number of times he has had to face Big Boss.]

[This time was especially hard. Not that he'll say so.]

[Snake is dragging his ass toward the nearest infirmary... where ever ever the hell that is. He got a little turned around in battle He got hit with shrapnel in his back. A couple gun shot wounds. Even a burn or two. Yeah. Been a great day. He leans against some rubble to catch what he can of his breath. He's dirty, bloody and a little beaten... but he did it. He already sent a codec message to Otacon then another to Liquid. That basically said 'Mission Complete. Wounded. Need help.']

[Snake is a bit tired on top of everything. He lets himself sink down to the floor to sit. Leaving a vivid red streak in his wake.]

[That's not to say Snake didn't bandage himself for the short term. He did! But there is only so much one guy can do when most of his wounds are on his backside.]

[But running around the corridors like an idiot isn't good either.

He said that, but that's EXACTLY what he's doing now. Well, he isn't exactly running, but he has no clue of where he is whatsoever, so he's just pacing around the hallways, looking kind of lost, with the gun he got from the theatre room. All he knows is that he's on the sixth floor. Why was that place so big anyway?

Even though he's kicking himself right now for not staying in the safe room, he felt pretty much useless sitting around and doing nothing.

He just prays to God that he doesn't fall into a trap, while trying to track down some activity from the enemy. And it doesn't really help much that he has a radio on him, since he doesn't know anyone's frequency (and sending a message to all frequencies possible was quite risky, specially at a time like that.]

Great job Roy. You really calculated your moves in advance. [He thinks to himself, with a sigh.]

[That skittish Otacon has cautiously been making his way through every single room and with a map he had managed to print out, marking them all down. He knew which ones to avoid, and which ones that he wouldn't mind returning to, but he was far from going through all of them yet. He stows his map away in his pocket and glances at a rather inviting looking door.]

Huh...

[Carefully, Otacon reached for the handle, turned it and pushes it open so he is able to peer inside...]



[Well, it wasn't overcome with the firey depths of Hell. That was a good sign.]

[With reluctant footing, Otacon slipped his way inside the room and shut the door behind him. He stared up in awe at the fancy decorating. He wasn't so sure he had ever seen something so plush in his life.]

[He glances to the nearest table and sees a leaflet which gives him the information of what this room is all about...]

Grant-a-Wish room! You can be granted one wish and one wish only. It will effect you outside of this room and depending on what it is you wish for, it will be permenant. So think carefully before wishing!

[There's a new Big Boss walking down the hall, small pieces of rubble crunching underneath his boot. The look on his face shows he is fairly annoyed, particularly about where he is.

Infact, where was he? He appeared to be in some building, it's hallways in shambles. It had to be war-torn; there was no way this just an old, dilapidated complex. There was something... amiss here. Really, there was.]

Goddamn.

[He hissed out a curse between his lips, the cigar in it bobbing slightly as he talked. He reaches up a hand to scratch his thickly bearded chin. He obviously hasn't bothered to shave whatsoever.]

[And, ah, did I forget to mention he's soaking wet? He just came from that beach in the rain after all.]

[Along the corridors, and very fast, there is an animal loose.]

[It appears to be cute and friendly, but...




It's a deadly poisonous Zanzibar Hamster!!!]

[The basement hangar that Big Boss' men have claimed as their base is, as always, bustling with activity. REX II is heavily guarded and remains stationary, no one attempting to pilot the behemoth tank at this time.]

Sir!

[A soldier and his team all stand at attention, raising their hands to salute.]

We've secured up to the fifth floor of the Nexus. Operations are underway to continue taking possession of the upper floors.

Our patrol will resume until you give us the word, Sir!

[ooc: Have you been waiting for this? Approximately twenty Zanzibar soldiers are patrolling the 2nd and 3rd floors. Roughly thirty on the fourth and fifth. The lobby has well over fifty, basement and Big Boss' hangar are obvious heavily guarded with countless men as they tend to respawn there. This OP is mostly only relevant to Fox, Big Mama, and other allies of Big Boss, so don't worry about having your Put your location in the subject line if you want to sneak around/beat the crap out of/distract/casually converse with the soldiers and I shall deliver!]

[As typical of Zanzibarland soldiers, tripping an alert means ninety of them stop what they're doing to run off to inspect what that noise was. They are under strict orders not to harm civilians or children but some of them may take disciplinary action if necessary. So Tanya brats? Kicking them in the shins probably isn't a good idea.]

[A newer Liquid emerges out onto the second floor. He stands amidst the broken hallway, which appears to be in near darkness due to the electricity plummeting from the recent fights that had broken out.]

[Had Liquid been aware of the fact that REX had been sent out on the command of a certain Big Boss in this place, he would have made himself far less scarce. He hadn't wanted to stop him for the purpose of preventing a war, however. No... Liquid's selfish reasoning for preventing REX from being let out was because he wanted to cause that destruction himself.]

[But... It seemed he was late to the party. And now he was left among the rubble and the aftermath of the fights. Blood stained the lurid flooring of the third floor. The energy was pumping through his body to fight Big Boss, or a Snake that hadn't been taken down by his ludicrous Father.]

[After running into The Hot Chick Raven, after who knows how long of a time (a few months?), John was glad to see that she at least knew she was a human being, as opposed to a hot bird lady. However, at the same time, he also accidentally wound up putting the idea in her head to get dinner and a movie (hey, his mom and Sunny would have scolded him badly if he didn't suggest that he at least do that, before she erm showed how much she "appreciated" him being nice to her!).]

[Feeling nervous about it, John was of course ecstatic that a woman like her would spend time with a geek like him (though he thought he did a good job hiding his nerdy side even if he kind of sucked at that), although that was a little hampered by Raven threatening him that he better be there. And seeing her in a suit that kind of reminded him of Man-Bat, he wasn't going to risk pissing her off. :|]

[So after searching around for hours, he finally found a Mexican restaurant that seemed suitable to eat at! Now he just...had to figure where Raven was at. So he's currently searching through the hallways for her. Because in or out of that suit, she was not someone you could just pass by!]

((For ragingbeauty , but since I've hid this guy away for so long, anyone can feel free to run into him!))

[Evil Pain is wheeling around inside the infirmary in his wheelchair; he's still not recovered from his fight with Sorrow, and although his legs are healing from being shot out he can't up and walk around yet. He'll be fighting this war in other ways.

He's technically on anyone's side, but he frankly doesn't care who wins. He'd like to see Big Boss die; he wouldn't know what the Boss wanted if she told him. She had told him. War was war but she was supposed to be in charge, not him. He's been trying to cause chaos where he can (ie not much yet, since he's not exactly mobile) but he's set up shop in an infirmary. If someone shows up that he likes, he'll treat their wounds and their stomachs, and if not...well, he's been cooking. He can do amazing things with chocolate and arsenic. And he's always had a deft hand with measuring medicine...]

[Pain, on the other hand, is still patrolling, although now he's checking around the staircases for invaders rather than focus solely on the theater. His fight with Alek's made him even twitchier than he has been for the past few weeks, and he needs to do something to get this energy off.]