[ It's almost surprising that Snake has gone this long without telling Angela about what he does back home. He isn't someone to freely offer information about himself without being outright asked, though, and she's been considerate enough to not berate him with too many questions thus far. A little unfair, given that he knows a decent amount about what she does, such as her work as a doctor and her history with Overwatch. Now might not be the best time to get into a long recounting of his life, but he can at least give her some basic details.
The room really doesn't suit Snake at all, but he also hadn't seen the point of trying to get moved, especially since Wash had been a good roommate before he'd upped and disappeared. Snake's even gotten used to the strangely-shaped bed that's been his since his arrival on the Moira. Not so used to it that he'll have a hard time adjusting to what's ahead of them, though. This was only ever meant to be temporary anyway, right?
Jaegar butts his head against Angela's armor, practically demanding pets, and once he's satisfied he circles around to Eiger to sniff at him in greeting. Both of the dogs are still on-edge, but at least the added company seems to be having the intended effect. Snake snorts at what Angela has to say to Jaegar, but it's not like he can deny it. When she looks over to him to ask about his roommate situation, he nods. ] Used to live with someone, went by Washington, but he vanished a while back.
[ Terrible, isn't it, that it's something they can talk about like it's just another day-to-day event. But that's because it happens often enough that they have to accept it as a part of life on the Moira. Are people going to vanish without a trace even after they reach the Midway Hub?
Snake crosses the room to a closet where he's stored all of his essential gear, pulling out the sneaking suit to lay on the bed. He figures that he can change while he answers Angela's questions, shrugging out of his shirt first and foremost. ]
He goes by Otacon—likes it more than his real name. [ Hal, given to him by his father for all the wrong reasons, or at least that's what Snake understands from the little hints Otacon has dropped. ] And I used to be part of a few different military organizations, but now "stealth operative" is probably the best way to describe what I do. [ With his shirt off, his hands go to his belt buckle next. As uncertain as he'd been when Angela was changing, he seems to have no body shyness of his own. ] It's all pretty fringe, though—just me and Otacon and a couple other people working under the radar as best we can.
[ In some circles, Snake has been branded a criminal, wrongly labeled some kind of terrorist for blowing up that tanker. It had been all too easy for Ocelot to frame him. Otacon seems to think that there are still people who view Snake as a hero, based on what's written on various internet forums, but it's not like Snake has ever really cared what people say about him. He's just trying to do his job. Nothing quite as illustrious as something like Overwatch, but Philanthropy has its point all the same. ]
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The room really doesn't suit Snake at all, but he also hadn't seen the point of trying to get moved, especially since Wash had been a good roommate before he'd upped and disappeared. Snake's even gotten used to the strangely-shaped bed that's been his since his arrival on the Moira. Not so used to it that he'll have a hard time adjusting to what's ahead of them, though. This was only ever meant to be temporary anyway, right?
Jaegar butts his head against Angela's armor, practically demanding pets, and once he's satisfied he circles around to Eiger to sniff at him in greeting. Both of the dogs are still on-edge, but at least the added company seems to be having the intended effect. Snake snorts at what Angela has to say to Jaegar, but it's not like he can deny it. When she looks over to him to ask about his roommate situation, he nods. ] Used to live with someone, went by Washington, but he vanished a while back.
[ Terrible, isn't it, that it's something they can talk about like it's just another day-to-day event. But that's because it happens often enough that they have to accept it as a part of life on the Moira. Are people going to vanish without a trace even after they reach the Midway Hub?
Snake crosses the room to a closet where he's stored all of his essential gear, pulling out the sneaking suit to lay on the bed. He figures that he can change while he answers Angela's questions, shrugging out of his shirt first and foremost. ]
He goes by Otacon—likes it more than his real name. [ Hal, given to him by his father for all the wrong reasons, or at least that's what Snake understands from the little hints Otacon has dropped. ] And I used to be part of a few different military organizations, but now "stealth operative" is probably the best way to describe what I do. [ With his shirt off, his hands go to his belt buckle next. As uncertain as he'd been when Angela was changing, he seems to have no body shyness of his own. ] It's all pretty fringe, though—just me and Otacon and a couple other people working under the radar as best we can.
[ In some circles, Snake has been branded a criminal, wrongly labeled some kind of terrorist for blowing up that tanker. It had been all too easy for Ocelot to frame him. Otacon seems to think that there are still people who view Snake as a hero, based on what's written on various internet forums, but it's not like Snake has ever really cared what people say about him. He's just trying to do his job. Nothing quite as illustrious as something like Overwatch, but Philanthropy has its point all the same. ]