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snakeeater[action | astralfield]
{ He didn't know how he got here. He didn't even know where here was. All Snake could remember was the conversation with the President, the trip to The Boss' grave and resting his head in bed at night. He hadn't been entirely sure what was up with the royalty of the place, but there was one thing that was for certain: This wasn't America. Snake wondered if it was even on Earth. No matter the circumstances, he was now under the employment of the highest authority in Mallow Hallow. He had been given an odd chalkboard with a piece of chalk, and instructions had been found along with it. Snake was the kind of man used to OSP, so only being given so little wasn't foreign to him. Eventually he found his way into Astralfield and into his hotel room. Eventually a few things were taken care of, and Snake stared down at the headband in his hand. He could still remember when he had been thrown off the bridge and snatched it... could still feel The Boss' Patriot in his hand as he fired it... Then, just as he moved to put it back on, Snake collapsed. 10 P.M. had a way of doing that.
His dreams had been plagued by individuals such as The Boss and Volgin, and once he woke up he made sure to collect his things. The bandanna was the last thing, wrapped back around his forehead with a sigh. Some things he still couldn't let go of. After Snake exited the hotel, he couldn't believe what his single working eye was seeing. Things that looked as if they had come from people's subconscious minds were casually walking the streets. Snake quickly yanked his handgun from it's holster and his knife from it's sheath, effectively taking up a proper CQC stance. What he saw next caused his gun to lower, and his voice to come out weakly. }
...Boss...?
{ He knew he had killed her. Had made damn sure of it. People didn't just survive bullets to the skull. But there she was, in full white sneaking suit and CQC stance. She had been plaguing his dreams for so long, and now she stood before him. Though something seemed amiss about her... something... astral. Stepping forward with his gun pointed to her, Snake didn't have the chance for idol chit chat. The Boss' white horse, something that had also been in his dreams, walked up and as quickly as he could have reacted she was on top of it staring down at him. Snake should have fired, should have pulled the trigger when he had the chance... but he hesitated. }
Let go, Jack...
{ The comment was cryptic, but Snake knew what she meant. With a loud whinny, the horse as well as the woman atop it were gone. All Snake could do was put his gun back into it's holster, knife back into it's sheath, and rest against the side of the nearest building. When he finally had a moment's reprieve, he removed his communication device and fiddled with it before activating the speech function. His gruff voice was a tad bit breathless, but he spoke roughly nonetheless. }
[voice | 10:30 PM]
...This is Snake. Just what the hell is going on here?
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