Sep. 18th, 2010

boldandresolute: (Tonight we dine in hell!)
There was something wrong with this fog.

Liquid was taking a walk through Azalea, gathering his thoughts and keeping himself busy while he and Otacon were in town.  He didn't like fog to begin with-- it wrecked hell on his visibility and got him cold and clammy.  It was already afternoon and the sun hadn't burned it off yet, something that annoyed him to no end; it was like the world was locked in a hazy, wet twilight.  And Liquid couldn't see two feet past his nose in it.

He heard something behind him; footsteps, the sound of combat boots on a cement floor, with the slight echo from a narrow, dusty corridor. 

Relive the pictures that have come to pass )

((OOC: Liquid has just had a fun freakout in the middle of Azalea.  He'll flee the scene after dealing some nonlethal cuts to the unfortunate police who were called to deal with the crazy big guy.  Approach if you like, but this is a huge tl;dr post and there's no obligation.  Also, he's batshit and liable to attack anyone who comes near.))

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