vulpesvivus: (faith was strong but you needed proof)
[It was cold, but he'd seen worse. Kotai didn't seem thrilled about it, on the other hand--the cold-blooded serpent had elected to retreat to her Pokeball for a change. In fact, he was on his own for the moment--a little unusual, really. Otacon always had someone at his side; whether it was Liquid, Heather, or one of his Pokemon. Stranger still was the fact that he seemed to be wearing headphones. While most people had received one thing or another from home, Otacon had been sent something that wasn't even really his--Snake's iPod.]

[Funny, the sort of small things that began to make one feel homesick.]

[video]

[A little later on, his Pokegear would be turned on by being dropped on a table in a small Ecruteak cafe. Completely oblivious to it, the engineer seemed more focused on whatever he was listening to, staring out the window with a distant look on his face.]
vulpesvivus: (x// calling to the night)
[CALL]

PRESS SELECT


[BREEP BREEP]


no really press select )



[Action for Ecruteak]

[THERE IS A FUCKING PLANE SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY.

[I REPEAT]

[A FUCKING PLANE.]

[IN THE MIDDLE OF ECRUTEAK CITY.]
vulpesvivus: (x// calling to the night)
[Text; filtered from Liquid Snake]

Say you went home for a while and came back. While you were gone, you did something that would really end up upsetting a friend here if he knew. How would you tell them about that?

While I'm at it, what do you think about time paradoxes?


[Action; Ecruteak City]

[Outside the Pokemon Center today was one Otacon in a turtleneck and trenchcoat. Even after a few months, he as having trouble adjusting to how peaceful Johto was; it wasn't exactly living on an airplane. And it wasn't hopping from warzone to warzone.]

[It was quiet, and for some reason that kind of unnerved him.]

[But at the moment, he could distract himself with watching the Chatot perched on the roof of the Center.]
vulpesvivus: (x// calling to the night)
I don't know how many people knew him, but it looks like Huey Emmerich went home.

[It was strange--five years ago, he remembered this situation had sent him into a near-total breakdown. Now, he just...quietly accepted it. Whether that was due to the fact that he wasn't quite the same now or the fact that he knew his father could come back somehow, Otacon wasn't sure.]

[Of course, just because he accepted it didn't mean it hurt any less. That sentence was the only message he sent, and he couldn't even quite manage to say it.]
vulpesvivus: (used to live alone before I knew you)
[It was strangely difficult, getting used to this place again. It wasn't that he didn't like it here, because of course he did. At the same time, he was a little worried--yes, whatever was back home would wait for him. He knew that much from experience. But how was it really going to end? Even in a world without the Patriots' AIs, Snake was still fighting Liqui-...Ocelot. How was that going to end? In the condition Snake was in...but he couldn't just lose, right?]

[Otacon sighed; he could (and probably would) worry about it every day but it wouldn't change anything. He would just have to deal with whatever happened when he got back...whenever that was.]

[But for now? It was quiet in Ecruteak. Peaceful, which was actually a little jarring all things considered. When was the last time he'd been able to just stand outside and admire the scenery? Probably not since the last time he was here, and the difference in time was a whole other confusing mess. Just what was the date here, anyway? Otacon took his Pokegear from his coat pocket to check.]

[...September ninth? Now he was just even more confused. If he counted the year he'd spent in Johto, then today he'd be thirty-seven. That was...kind of weird, but sure. Why the hell not.]


[Video]

There's something I'm a little curious about. We can spend years here and go home at the same time we left, but has anyone really thought about the implications of that? I mean, putting aside the impossibility of time being bent out of shape like that, how would you adjust to something like that one way or the other? Assuming you were able to remember Johto once you left, I mean.

It's like this Chinese proverb I remember reading once.

[Yep. You missed this, Johto. Don't even lie.]

'A single day of sub-zero temperature is not enough to create three feet of ice.' That one...er...What that one probably means is that over time, things are going to build up whether you want them to or not. Everything changes one way or the other, so all you can do is prepare and deal with it the best you can.

[At least he's closer than usual this time.]

What I'm trying to say is that you can't just brush off your memories of home, even if you don't want to go back. And if you do go back without forgetting Johto...how would you even start to really deal with that? Assuming you didn't think you were going crazy.

[A pause.]

Also, would you say the time you spent here would count on your own personal timeline if not back home? Because I'm still trying to figure out just what my actual age should be right now.
vulpesvivus: (x// calling to the night)
[It had been a week since anyone heard this voice. Longer still since it was broadcast over the network.]

[For Hal Emmerich, it had been five years since he awoke from a dream calling itself Johto. Five long years of wandering as fugitives against the world, of unkind truths and harsh realities. Failed missions, broken hearts, and at last a hard-won victory at the end of it all. The Patriots' AIs were eliminated thanks in no small part to Naomi, and for the first time since 2005, Otacon felt that everything might just truly work out alright. But first there was Snake to worry about--he'd last been seen from the air, fighting Liquid Ocelot on top of Outer Haven.]

[And the very next second, Otacon was waking up in a room he only vaguely recognized. His voice was the only thing heard at first, sounding as if the Pokegear was a short distance away.]


Where--...? Oh, no. That's not good. I'm piloting a helicopter and I'm dreaming, that can't be a good thing. Wake up, I need to wake up or I'm going to crash right into Haven, it'd really be stupid to die now.

Phaaaa. [The concerned bleating of an Ampharos was much closer to the Gear than Otacon's voice--he was the one that had turned it on, most likely. The silence that followed was almost tangibly stunned.]

A...Asimov...? No way. This--that was just a dream. It still is, because this kind of thing doesn't just happen! Think of how many laws of physics a place like this would break, it's...it's not possible. I'm still in the Kasatka. I can't...

[Another pause. There was the shuffling sound of someone taking the Pokegear, and then a familiar yet somewhat older face in an unfamiliar turtleneck and trenchcoat appeared onscreen.]



...This really happened, didn't it? I thought--I thought it was just some dream I had. That I was going crazy or something. But it's too lucid to be anything like that, isn't it?

Is anyone else still here? How long has it been? And does anyone know if this place is even real?

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