All of this running around reminds Liquid of his childhood, when he'd got the hell away from his handlers and had to survive on his own. Hunting, scrounging up potential edible plantlife, scarce resources, ahh, memories. And since they're pretty much heading towards where they're supposed to go anyway, maybe it's not the absolute worst that the Moira's a destroyed wreck. Even though he liked his old room and all that stuff. Oh well! This sort of thing always happens, doesn't it? He's ready to handle this, for sure. Soon he'll be able to get home and figure out what the hell he's going to do.
He stuck his TAB to his now-useless MID for simplicity's sake, because of course he did. And he'd fashioned the container carrying all his shrunken things into a backpack. He is one hundred percent ready to get the hell out of here.
Every so often he changes to smoke form accidentally, but he's able to get enough of a handle on it these days that he turns right back, with no damage to his belongings. His dog's not even all that confused by it anymore. It still might be alarming when the guy you were hunting with pretty much disappears for a moment, though.
Sorry about that.
[B. MAKING PEOPLE NORMAL (WEEK 2)]
There comes a point when Liquid realizes he's been staying corporeal more than normal. Like, all the time. And since he'd sort of figured out how to change on demand, he tries to do so, and realizes he can't.
It's not the biggest problem; he's still skilled enough at fighting and all that that he could kick quite a few butts if necessary. It's just an annoyance, like how the power had been going haywire on the Moira. Spend enough time getting used to something, and then you have to deal with this shit. And here he'd been hoping it could prove useful once he really got the hang of it.
Frustrating, but he's alive, at least. Good thing he got all his genetic death problems ironed out, or things could be much, much worse.
Of course, it's not hard to find people who might be having a harder time than he is; since his powers were so new, it's not like it'd be hard to adjust to not having them. "You alright?"
[C. OUR HOUSE (WEEK 3)]
Exploring the settlements isn't bringing Liquid much in the way of normal supplies, but that doesn't deter him any. Junk can be pretty damn useful, as the guy with a collection of knives he put together from scrap metal (and rescued from cargo bay) should know.
He's rifling through a drawer when he hears someone come in. He stops and turns his head a bit to see who it is.
"Hey, careful with that. See how that spot looks a little weirder than the others? Looks like they've set up some sort of trap there. Wouldn't touch it if I were you. Who knows what the hell it does."
[D. WILDCARD (ANY WEEK)]
[the usual stuff about picking your own stuff or plotting with me here or at agentkaz!]
Liquid Snake | ota
All of this running around reminds Liquid of his childhood, when he'd got the hell away from his handlers and had to survive on his own. Hunting, scrounging up potential edible plantlife, scarce resources, ahh, memories. And since they're pretty much heading towards where they're supposed to go anyway, maybe it's not the absolute worst that the Moira's a destroyed wreck. Even though he liked his old room and all that stuff. Oh well! This sort of thing always happens, doesn't it? He's ready to handle this, for sure. Soon he'll be able to get home and figure out what the hell he's going to do.
He stuck his TAB to his now-useless MID for simplicity's sake, because of course he did. And he'd fashioned the container carrying all his shrunken things into a backpack. He is one hundred percent ready to get the hell out of here.
Every so often he changes to smoke form accidentally, but he's able to get enough of a handle on it these days that he turns right back, with no damage to his belongings. His dog's not even all that confused by it anymore. It still might be alarming when the guy you were hunting with pretty much disappears for a moment, though.
Sorry about that.
[B. MAKING PEOPLE NORMAL (WEEK 2)]
There comes a point when Liquid realizes he's been staying corporeal more than normal. Like, all the time. And since he'd sort of figured out how to change on demand, he tries to do so, and realizes he can't.
It's not the biggest problem; he's still skilled enough at fighting and all that that he could kick quite a few butts if necessary. It's just an annoyance, like how the power had been going haywire on the Moira. Spend enough time getting used to something, and then you have to deal with this shit. And here he'd been hoping it could prove useful once he really got the hang of it.
Frustrating, but he's alive, at least. Good thing he got all his genetic death problems ironed out, or things could be much, much worse.
Of course, it's not hard to find people who might be having a harder time than he is; since his powers were so new, it's not like it'd be hard to adjust to not having them. "You alright?"
[C. OUR HOUSE (WEEK 3)]
Exploring the settlements isn't bringing Liquid much in the way of normal supplies, but that doesn't deter him any. Junk can be pretty damn useful, as the guy with a collection of knives he put together from scrap metal (and rescued from cargo bay) should know.
He's rifling through a drawer when he hears someone come in. He stops and turns his head a bit to see who it is.
"Hey, careful with that. See how that spot looks a little weirder than the others? Looks like they've set up some sort of trap there. Wouldn't touch it if I were you. Who knows what the hell it does."
[D. WILDCARD (ANY WEEK)]
[the usual stuff about picking your own stuff or plotting with me here or at