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Starter | Muse: Eli | v: wild thing
The jungle was warm, but he had become so used to it at this point. The group he had fashioned himself with were all loyal to him. Not some cause. Not some blind following. No. He showed them that through living, and through finding yourself, that you can accomplish anything. Of course there had been many hiccups along the way, those that remained with him were loyal to the end.
Yet, what all their enemies still sought out from them, the Metal Gear Sahelanthropus, he would never allow them to have. This was to be the tool in which he used for his own means, and there was only one other person who knew of the real intentions he had for it. This was who he hung around the most with, and after every day of scouting the island, making sure none knew of their whereabouts, and of their new base. He would retreat to his quarters, and have some nightly chats with the other.
“... Mantis...? Are you there?”
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Children were not something Kaz would say he enjoyed—he was never a fan of kids—he had stated that before. However, child soldiers were not something he agreed with, making that very clear before, though it always seems as though his words fall upon deaf ears, sometimes. And as much as Eli rubbed every single last nerve Kaz had—with the blonde came…
This.
Great.
“So you’re not gonna talk, huh?” He had no interest in interrogating a child—Ocelot should have been the one to do this. Eli was caught for now and the two of them separated, and the last thing he needed was to be alone with a kid who had psychic abilities. Just his luck…
“Listen, if you just talk, you can go back to your…friend. I’m not here to scare you; but this isn’t the first time you’ve shown up here.” a sigh leaves the older—Kaz is tired, and his phantom limbs ache; adjusting his sunglasses to hide his gaze from the boy. “It’s that easy. Talk.”
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#I hope this is okay!!#boogomol#verse. — | 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙼 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽.#𝙲𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁. — | kazuhira miller.#I’m very new to writing kaz so please bear with me JDJFHFHF
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Mantis takes a dive into Kenneth's mind, what does he find?
Mantis is going to see a broken mind almost completely consumed by fear, rage and madness. Kenneth is still largely traumatized by his childhood, so he's constantly reliving everything his father did to him (things that I believe were done to Kenneth that goes far beyond whipping him. Stuff even I won't say out loud.)
He constantly relives that agony and pain, becoming a monster to scare away the boogeyman that won't let him be free.
He's trapped in a nightmare circus full of monsters.....and to survive, he had to become the most monstrous creature of all......
#boogomol#I kind of imagine Kenneth's mind looking like the music video for Muse's You Make Me Feel Like it's Halloween song#Just a twisting mess and incoherent chaos with blood and guts everywhere#the dark carnival is in town! (kenneth chase “jeffrey hawk”/the clown)#tw clowns
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“What do the girls want for the holidays? I would have read their minds to find out, but last time I tried, Mantis Jr. shrieked at me.”
@boogomol || fronds*
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The red-headed child is staring through him.
ivan cannot tolerate this.
ordinarily, his ability to deal with children was one of his stronger suits... depending on their age, at least. this child, however, was an outlier. something terribly and obviously wrong. his presence reminds raikov of the cobras ; of their strange and almost inhuman talents, the way they seemed to skirt the fabric of reality itself, dipping into something else to draw from whatever it was that fuelled their bizarre capabilities. he had heard the rumours about the third child. heard them spoken in hushed russian voices, pieced them together from what english he could discern from the americans. he had not expected the child to come to him.
the former major's hand ghosts over the holster on his hip. more of a self reassurance than a threat. when he speaks, his voice lacks its arrogant cadence, instead uncomfortably forced into an attempt at sounding neutral.
" what do you want, rebenok ? "
#AGAIN VERY LATE BUT YEAAAAH HIHI#raikovs like holy shit is that a fucking gremlin#g: ¦ ❝ in character. ❞#v: ¦ ❝ v. vagabond. ❞#boogomol
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It’s colder than sin itself on Shadow Moses. Really though, what could Moth expect from a island situated in the Alaskan sea? It’s calm for now. The sky had enough clouds to blot the sun out on occasion and her skin is enjoying what little sunlight the parasites could steal. Soldiers jog around the designated perimeter as Vulcan Raven keeps a sharp eye on them. Was Liquid Snake too busy to bark orders at them? Moth keeps to herself as she settles leaning on one of the steel railings. Her gaze then drifts to the dark figure lingering at the mouth of the open hangar behind her, and she gives a brief nod. Seemed like it wasn’t just her and Raven, Mantis was lurking?
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Liquid, no-- No, he was Eli, in this moment -- stood there so proudly, so arrogantly, in the face of someone with real strength. Real power. He was confident enough, cocky enough, to take on this sort of challenge. It was reckless, certainly, but he cared not for his own safety. Never has. The moniker of 'Liquid Snake', or even 'White Mamba' both pale in comparison to the name that was truly his, and one only a handful knew.
Eli felt the beginning of that energy make it's way into his skull, like an avalanche coming over the hill, coating his mind with it's frigid grip. His stance wavered only slightly, a hand raising up to press against the side of his head, fingers against his temple, and he stared the other down.
The strain this was already starting to take was immediately noticeable, and he was so intoxicated by the feeling this was bringing forth in him; a small bout of helplessness in knowing he had no real control. Still, he would try his hardest to resist the temptation to give up, and locked his gaze with the other man. Defiant to the end.
"Is this all you can do?"
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@futurespacess / continuing from here
Those cold blue eyes locked with the other at the mention of respect, and he felt himself bubble up with a laugh. “That is easier said, than done, my friend… Not everyone can gain the respect of others, except through shows of grand feats, I imagine.” It was all he knew, battle and more battle. So, of course his view on ‘respect’ was so twisted up. “The things of fairy tales…” Though, for himself and his own form of respect, he had so much of that for this individual, who was casually floating a bottle of alcohol. It was at the next suggestion that he momentarily forced his gaze away, as if distracted by something in the corner of his eye. He hadn’t really ordered the other to do something in a long while, leaving him to his own devices, not since they were children. So, to be given this chance again, after all this time, he folded his arms across his chest to think it over. “… Are you sure?…” It wasn’t the question on if it would relieve his pressure, that he was certain of. No, this was on if the other man was truly fine with him being able to flex his power in a way. Not that he was afraid of getting hurt, far from it, but didn’t want to ever pressure the man into doing something. He wouldn’t be asking, if he wasn’t… The thought came to him, and he sighed. “Very well… - Alright!” A hand moved to rest on his hip as he turned to him, again, and looked so serious. He could only think of one way, at the moment, to get his mind off of everything. “… Hurt me, then.” Again, all he knew was to fight, and keep on fighting. It just made sense to go at this with full-on attack, as he didn’t see any other option, or at least could not think of it. “Go on. I can take it…” He oozed with that confidence, and a dashing smirk.
The bottle abruptly falls out of the air, shattering against the floor. What a stranger request to make of him, almost laughable his psychics attacks are nothing to take so lightly as a game, but if the boss really wanted to play, well, he wasn't one to go against a direct order, not when it comes from him, for Eli he would do anything.
❝ We shall see about that ❞
He playfully retorts, without so much as looking up from where he had made himself comfortable. This was challenge now, a prime opportunity to demonstrate how skilled he had become, sometimes it felt as though his boss took his abilities for granted.
Though for a moment, nothing happens, the air hangs still in an eerie silence, but soon enough the other will begin to feel a tugging at the back of his mind, an inexplicable nagging feeling that rapidly develops into a screeching headache as the psychic forces his way into the other's mine.
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metal gear is a deep series about conflicting morals and opinions
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Imagine Mantis and Eli making out in the back of a military vehicle
YES?!! That would be so CUTE!? I need it. @boogomol
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@boogomol // liked for a starter
“Anyone ever tricked your psychic powers before?”
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"Do not stare" Because Wade needs to see Mantis's face
That was it? This was the whole thing as to why Mantis hid his face? Wade didn't shy away, instead walking towards his psychic friend.
" Mantis, you're talking to someone that looks like King Kong fucked the Wolfman and shaved the baby. You're nowhere near as bad as me."
And he meant every word of it.
" If you don't believe me, read my mind. It's all in there."
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Razputin ( @boogomol ) is circling enlightenment by saying: "Grasshoppers are delicious"
“Full of protein, a bit of a crunch for texture, easily collected in abundance, I agree! Have you ever eaten BROOD, darling? They’re cosmic grasshopper-scarab hybrids and they taste... succulent!”
#boogomol#ᶦᵗ'ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵉᵉᵏ; ANSWERS.#ˢʰᵉ. ᵃⁿᵒᶦⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ˢᶦⁿ; GODDESS.#you haven't LIVED until you've cracked open a brood queen like a crawfish and sucked out her brainstem and soul in one swoop.
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You ought to join me in the pit and write an MG character
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lol honestly, I'm sure there's some character in Metal Gear I could play, but I have never even made eye contact with the games. I don't actually know any of the characters or plot, or even how many games there are in the series. o.o'
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“Do you... want to watch Castlevania with me?” Floating on her back, listing through the air lazily, phone in hand and wad of days old bubblegum still making the rounds between her teeth. “I haven’t seen the latest season.” Pffff- Pop! “You like Castlevania, don’t you, bestie?”
@boogomol || FRIENDS!FRIENDS!FRIENDS!!
#boogomol#ᵘⁿᵗᶦˡ ᶦ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ᵃ ʷᵃʸ; DIGITAL DIVA.#in this verse she WAS a psychic kid soldier but she was captured and converted (forcefully) into an AI#which is RIGHT up the Metal Gear alley!
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"i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?"
𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 ���� ? ( a series of sentence starters from season 1 of “ orphan black ” .
Of course she merely tossed a tired glance towards Mantis as he approached her near the mouth of the snowfield, a palm lowering from her brow as the piercing headache appears to somewhat subside. Moth had not taken to the dark joke from her comrade well due to her migraine. A free hand lowers as another rises with a short cigarette to her lips. A drag, and then the exhale. Moth nods slowly as she hears Mantis' boots touch the snow with a crunch, and turns to him. " Apologies, Mantis. My wit's seemed to gone clear out the window. "
Moth then flicks her cigarette, the ash being taken on the frigid wind. The migrane's become more manageable now. " What brought you out here? " Curiosity colors Moth's swirling thoughts more than anything.
#maaaaannntiiissssss#ive got muthafuckin newportsss#boogomol#moth adores the weirdos like her#tbh had a awful shift at work today an seeing your mantis in my inbox!!! made it so much better ty ty!
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He was always generally good with kids; knowing what it was like to grow up as a child soldier built for war, Adam had a soft spot for them, maybe it was because he understood what it was like to be bred for battle; to not have a childhood and to miss out on being a normal kid. It hardened him; but he figured it was good to be someone they could relate to.
Adam couldn’t help but laugh; even with the mask on the kid seemed so confused. “что, вы не слышали это раньше?” There’s a hum that leaves him, hand moving down to ruffle those red curls once more, watching the child very carefully. He was a strange one, sure…but in the end, he still was just a kid. Psychic abilities aside. “Знаешь, ты не должен идти своим путем, верно? ты мог бы сделать что-то хорошее.”
It was then that the soldier stood up, no longer eye level with him. He knows that the kid is usually around Eli, however…He had a few questions of his own in regards to someone else. “Если я спрошу тебя кое-что о Человеке в огне, думаешь, ты сможешь ответить?”
@specialops said : It’s good luck. It all in how you frame it. ( TPP ocelot to little mantis. Atleast one guy could understand him…)
Far as the adults went Ocelot was the strongest when it came to mental fortitude, his mind wasn’t as easy to invade as the others, didn’t exude the same fury, that and the fact that he speaks fluent russian made the child dislike this man in particular, but unlike Eli, in spite of all his abilities he doesn’t have the backbone required to do anything about it, pathetic.
Floats there, perfectly still as one of the adult’s hands reaches out and – Ruffles his hair? Not yanked, or pulled, just ruffles. It was the gentlest an adult have been with him in years, needless to say the child is confused.
❝ ??? ❞
He understands, but also doesn’t. How could this, or anything that has happened possibly be framed as good?
#translation 1: what you havent heard that one before?#translation 2: You know you dont gotta go the route your going right? you could do something good.#translation 3: If I ask you something about the Man on Fire you think you could answer?#𝙲𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚃. — | adamska ivonov.#verse. — | 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙼 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽.#boogomol
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