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Solid Snake ([personal profile] soldiergenes) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-07-10 01:55 pm

son, you better take it all

Who: Snake-kouhai and Snake-senpai (Solid Snake and Big Boss)
When: Mid-July
Where: R1
What: It was only a matter of time before they ran into each other.
Warnings: Possible talk of death/violence; will edit if anything else happens!

Snake's heard the news, courtesy of Miller. Suffice to say that he isn't going out of his way to go find and talk to Big Boss. It'd been a different story back when they'd been on the Moira. They'd only had so much space there, and it had been impossible for them to completely avoid each other. Thisavrou is much larger, though, and the two of them could easily go months without seeing one another, if that's how they wanted it to be.

And he more or less assumes that's the case.

Of course it's a point of tension. Miller's feelings for Big Boss are complex, to say the least, and then there's Ahab, who seems to be loyal to him in his own way. If he'd agreed to play his role as doppelganger right up until the bitter end, that speaks for itself. Ocelot's the wild card, whereas Liquid's feelings are probably the easiest to decipher.

As for Snake, he doesn't know that he wants to put his feelings into words. He's had years and years to process what Big Boss did, which doesn't make him any more okay with the betrayal, but at least the sting had faded some. Granted, having him around again will only open up old wounds.

Besides, what if the people he's come to know here end up crossing paths with Big Boss? There will be questions, Snake knows, and he doubts any of them will want to answer them.

The weather's finally starting to stabilize and Snake is out walking Jaegar. Frankly, the concept of running into his biological father seems so unlikely to him that he's completely unprepared for it.

Life is about to get a whole lot more complicated, and that's saying something given that they were all snowed in for a week.
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[personal profile] camouflage 2017-07-13 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
The first few weeks here had felt like falling down a long flight of stairs. Flung back into a universe he thought he had escaped for good, only to find out it was in the throes of a minor cataclysm. If only his problems had ended there. John hadn't fooled himself into thinking that everyone he had known aboard the Moira had gone home. In fact, he had been expecting his luck to give out; that Miller, Ocelot, and the twins would still be hanging around.

And, of course, they were, with the addition of Venom (returned but not) to round out the group. Between trying get steady on his own feet, playing information gatherer and deliverer, and getting into some kind of trouble around every corner, John was, frankly, a little beat. He thanked whatever was looking out for him that his first week had only been talks with people he considered friends.

He couldn't imagine what it would've been like to run into David or Eli (or both) first.

Except that was literally what was about to happen.

After letting everything he had learned sink in better, proverbially breathing a fresh breath of air, John had decided it was now or never to get to know Thisavrou. The hustling and bustling of people here just wasn't for him and he would leave for the other planet as soon as he was able. Extraordinary temperatures be damned. In fact, John was so enraptured with his surroundings that he almost missed his other doppelganger turning turning out from around a corner and almost straight into him.

Shit.

Joy barked. John stared. Well, they needed to talk sometime, he guessed.

"Snake."
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[personal profile] camouflage 2017-07-27 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Don't get him wrong, David. In any other situation except to his face, David is David, just like Eli is Eli. John always feels a large amount of apprehension in calling them 'Snake', if only because of his own memories attached to it. It's a cursed legacy and all three of them know it. Still, Big Boss might not be a paragon of empathy, but he understands that, in their lifestyles, names mean something. When you spend your whole life being expendable, you get used to being referred to as a thing that's not who you really are. A myth, a grunt, a failure.

The point is, Big Boss knows the man across from him hasn't given him permission to call him David. Just the same, his clones have no reason to call him John.

"I'm not. Just getting my bearings." It probably made more sense to live on Kauto considering the multitude of Reasons to stay, but John knew his very presence tended to complicate people's lives. Honestly, with the struggles he dealt with back home, he wasn't looking to create more tension. His shoulders, though wide, could only bear so much. "Whatever you think about me, I'm not really in the mood to make your life harder." Though making and accidentally causing such a thing to happen were totally different concepts. The latter of which was sure to happen.
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[personal profile] camouflage 2017-08-26 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't." The fact that the twins might have been even remotely responsible for his death on the Moira had never crossed his mind, during the incident and after. Of course, one doesn't really have time for introspective when their entire body is seized by a fatal heart attack. If he did have the capacity for thought beyond recognizing the pain that had stabbed into every nerve, it still wouldn't have strayed to either David or Eli as the cause. After waking up back home like nothing had ever happened, like the Moira had just been another nightmare Frank or any of his men had seen him struggle through, it had been even harder to fully process. The only logical conclusion had been able to draw was that his body had simply failed him.

Even if the chances of that were slimmer than Zero ever apologizing to him for anything.

"I know it wasn't you or your brother. Kaz filled me in on the rest." As if John hadn't already had enough reasons to despise his old CO, the truth behind the whole FOXDIE business became a large notch on that particular post. John's relationship with his sons aside, he hated the idea of their kind being treated as expendable weapons over everything else. "Got to go back, anyway. It evens out." Well, except for the part where John would always have to live with that ghost sensation of having died. You know, the lingering thoughts of helplessness and weakness when it was your Job to be anything but.

He was still trying to lock the whole memory far, far away, somewhere dark and forgotten in his mind. No need to keep bringing it up.

Speaking of bringing up miserable things like a backed up drain, this serendipitous bumping into each other was probably the only time they would have to talk. Or, well, that John would have to ask questions would be a more accurate description. He just hoped they wouldn't need to reenact their interrogation session from a lifetime ago.

"Walk with me?" Though it may sound like a question, it's more like a suggestion coming out of Big Boss' mouth.
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[personal profile] camouflage 2017-09-14 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." It's a simple answer, but if Snake's any good at reading between the lines (or letters, in this case), it's obvious how much he means by that single word. Yes, he remembered every thing from his last trip into space. The Moira, her crew, his turbulence with Kaz, meeting the twins and learning about them. Listening to a tape filled with nothing but an electrical hum of a ghost in the machine, the homesickness he had felt every time he had looked at Fox's bandana tied around his arm. Learning about their future, his future. Kaz's desperate pleas to change.

Yeah, he remembered.

No matter what he tried to change, no matter how he tried to fix little things here and there, it all had eventually righted itself along its predetermined course. Like a ship being towed on a line towards the inevitable dock. Kaz back home never returned any of his correspondence, no matter what words he said or wrote. Venom still wandered the halls of Outer Heaven like the phantom people regarded him as, slipping away for hours (days) at a time into a place where John couldn't follow him. The knowledge that the both of them were just dead men walking, waiting for their appointed time to die and take the legacy of Big Boss with them filled him with immense loathing and a sense of despair.

Tired was one way to describe Big Boss these days. An incredibly understated way. "Didn't matter."

FOXHOUND was his last hope to change anything. In a few years, when Outer Heaven was completed, he would be returning to the past he had so desperately tried to shirk. It would either be the end of the line or a completely new beginning. The latter, though, was only possible if this Snake would willingly part with some details.

"I'll be taking over FOXHOUND soon." The way he switches subjects at break neck speeds means that any further discussion of his memories and how they affected him back home is no longer on the table. Besides, the tone of his reveal in regards to a certain organization he knows Snake is familiar with means that he has something else on his mind. "Would you be willing to indulge me in an information trade? One for one. Nothing about you personally."
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[personal profile] camouflage 2017-09-19 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
Everything vital had already technically been revealed to John. There was only two things that stood in the way of Big Boss and Outer Heaven. Two people; Kaz and David. The logical answer to the problem was simple: kill them and his war with Zero would've continued unhindered. He could've gone back home and hunted them both down, especially with his resources, the men at his disposal, and his own abilities. It would've been easy to track down David and easier still to find whatever hole Kaz had disappeared into.

For all that people might believe that Big Boss was callous, ruthless, and unhindered by things like attachments, John knew he could have never done such a thing. Even considering that he only knew David through his future mentor, that David had been made specifically to one day usurp him, he could never imagine himself killing a puppet. After all, John knew more than anyone what it was like to be on Zero's leash, even if he had been warped into thinking otherwise. Besides, the end result would always be the same.

It would still all be his fault.

John's inability to deal with his grief, to shake off The Boss' ghost, had clouded his judgement for years. After the Peace Walker incident, he thought he had learned to finally let go. What had actually happened was that he just held onto everything tighter. To finally rid himself of the monster he had created, John knew that, in the end, he would have to die, just like Zero.

"Two of my best, a man named Frank and a girl I called Wolf. Were they FOXHOUND agents?" If he was going to build a future that could be inherited, he needed to know that they would be there to inherit it. Should he have been foolish enough to let them follow him to America, John would make sure to keep them far removed from the situation when he got back.