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Oh, no. You are DOOMED.

Mother Nature had one hell of a temper, and if not that, then perhaps a sadistic sense of humor. The world was Her plaything, a marionette at best, and the people who lived on it, rather unfortunate victims to Her sometimes violent moodswings. For only She could start with an overcast, grey sky, and splatter across it heavy clouds, treacherous storms, and relentless armies of snowflakes that had lost all endearment only to become companions of inconvenience and burden. Someone or something had maddened her greatly - or so would have been the assumption if one gave reason to believe in Sprites of Nature who controlled an entire world's plethora of environments.

Yet Smash Academy had only been given a taste of what was to come. And since they were such diligent and well-behaved little pets, She had reason to reward them. With more entertaining obstacles that would, no doubt, impede their precious plans that somehow took precedence to pleasing and sating her. No, they had not appreciated their darling sunshine days, clear blue skies, and painful sunburns.

"Stop playing at your human-made technological machines and bask in the glorious sun I gave to you!" she wished she could have said. But somehow winter's torment, she knew, would be a far sweeter revenge upon ungrateful children.

And that was how it had begun.

By stand alone days of simple snowfall and ambitious winds, there would be no suspicion of greater minds and hands at work. Steadily through the week, each day became harsher than the last. And like a great many number of battles in a war, there came a pinnacle for Her success. She sent the most worthy blizzard down to the surface in its invincible path and rendered for them a weekend She was certain the town and academy's citizens would remember for some time to come.

One moment was mostly peaceful, and as calm as unruly weather would allow. In some places music played. In some places, lights were dimly lit to provide a pathway. In some places, there was the happy clicking and tapping at a computer. In some places, showers and baths were being taken, savored, and enjoyed. And in other places, unsuspecting people had taken to idle chitter and chatter with other friends who were likely down the hall.

But in the next...

All went black and silent, save for the whipping wind and strangling branches of trees, as if whispering threats of what people would find in the dark.

[OOC Notes:
The following is a reminder of how things are going down for the next few days.

♦ This will last from January 18 ~ 20.
♦ The following are affected by the blizzard: electricity, heaters, hot water, TVs, gadgets, gizmos, the network. Congratulations, you've been officially stripped of your luxuries. (No computers for you.)
♦ The school's backup generators will work for about one hour before mysteriously failing. What's causing it to fail? Maybe some of you should go check out the generators themselves...
♦ The blizzard causing this blackout is pretty powerful. You probably don't want to go skipping through it lest you get blown away (in a bad way) and never return.
♦ Power will be restored, and the generators repaired, by Monday morning, January 21.]

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Ah, that one was still the same. She'd recognize that gravely smoker's voice anywhere. Despite the confirmation, and comfort in knowing it was, 1) a familiar voice and, 2) not the familiar voice of someone she might consider less than friendly, she hesitated too on an immediate reply.

Samus didn't really do things without purpose or reason, especially not to just chat idly...

"I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, Snake." Even if that's just what this was.

No. This is the perfect time to mock me, Samus. Except even if she was mocking him, he liked the attention. From her. And there was the whole concept that she hadn't exactly turned him away when Eli handed him his ass on a platter.

"Is that your attempt at a joke?" he asked, almost incredulous.

At least it was her. Funny that she should call him when the power went out. "I was just thinking about you, actually." Casually said. It was totally natural to think of her with the lights out. Totally normal.

Hadn't turned him away, no--Samus caught tail wind of that little stunt on the network in retrospect--but it was hardly impressive. Wasn't quite on her mind at the moment, however.

"Oh yeah?" That of course caught her interest. "You were thinking about me? You must be really bored over there in the dark."

"Less boredom," was his immediate reply. "You're a tough girl. I know you've got things handled. It's easy to picture you stalking the grounds, gun poised, ready to shoot, wearing ass-kicking boots."

Then he grinned, and it was mostly for himself because like hell was he going to do that where anyone could see him. "So what are you doing in the dark, Samus?"

Knowing these were audio only ~~unless revealing terrible disguises were involved from a dear brother~~, Samus too let a brief grin grace her lips. The mental imagery was cute, and for the most, completely accurate... if she were there instead of here.

"I'm not under a box or in an airvent, I can tell you that much." She took a wild guess. Those were dark places Snakes liked to hide normally.

He almost laughed. Not quite. But there was definite amusement in what she said. "You don't even know if that's what I'm doing."

In fact, he didn't even move a muscle. Because he knew if he did, she'd hear it and know she was right. He just couldn't let her think that so easily. There was no way.

"You haven't answered my question, either."

"You're right." She agreed, letting something of a smirk settle on her face. He could probably hear it in her voice as she shuffled under the blankets, lying on her stomach and kicking her feet up behind her in the air. "Maybe you're at the bottom of a packet of cigarettes, in a box, in an airvent."

As to his question, she relented. "I'm actually not even on campus right now. Not sure if I can consider myself lucky or not in that regard."

At the very thought, he had to check and see how many he had left. Three, he thought as his eyebrows knit together. Damn. How'd she figure that out? Then he took a moment to examine his current location. The fishing through the dark wasn't his idea of 'fun,' but then that word had sort of lost meaning throughout the years. Maybe the sledding was...

"Not even on campus. Well, if you have something to keep warm and food to eat, you're probably going to be fine. If you run out of food... I'm sure you'll think of something."

Like cannibalism. That was always an option.

~~She saw it in his inventory screen.~~

"I'll eat just about anything. I'm not picky." And that was no lie. Except Megaweapon. She would not eat Megaweapon.

"Kind of comes with the territory of being a bounty hunter." It came out, just like that--unsure if he knew already or not or if it even mattered. It was a strange reversal, how here at Smash Academy she tended to keep her Legendary Hunter armor-suited identity a secret as opposed to space where the woman (frequently mistaken for a man at that) was the mystery.

Being all on her own for days or weeks at a time as a bounty hunter on some unforgiving alien planet in the middle of no where would necessitate the need to hunt and kill whatever unfortunate creature happened in front of her arm cannon in order to survive. Especially when many of said creatures wouldn't hesitate to make a meal out of her if given the chance.

She's admittedly learned a lot (like how to cook! a little!) since living here, but that was obviously a moot point in a situation like this.

"What's the weirdest thing you ever put in your stomach, huh?"

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Right. She was a bounty hunter. Although he wasn't going to say it, he knew of it already. How much did he know past it? She was good at what she did. The name Samus Aran didn't belong to the person that many had thought it would. She was one of kind and Snake couldn't think of another person like her. She had been something significant to him, and he was beginning to remember that. But there was a lot of history to catch up on and he hadn't even put together a quarter of it.

It was going to take a while.

And in the back of his mind was a reminder that these weren't older days either. Things had changed and as self-centered as he wanted to be, he was going to bite his tongue on most of it. Until it was necessary to either discuss it or for things to otherwise come to a head. It would be easier to feign that this was all new to him, than it would be for him to inform her otherwise.

With the vague memories of Samus staining his mind came the same of Falcon, a man he'd often been up against. He didn't have to - or want to - guess at why, either. It was something he wanted to keep in a proverbial box and just never open. Sometimes the truth wasn't something he wanted to look at and he'd seen so much truth between deceptive lies that he could go for a little ignorant bliss.

"What about that box in class. You know, the strange eating contest you and Falcon started."

"Yeah, the one that we all finished?" She answered with an amused snort. It was that moment of care-free ease that, briefly, reminded her of what things were like a few years ago--between the three of them. Plus Otacon.

Back when they were all friends. Back when things were simultaneously less complicated and more complicated. The three of them formed a deep bond on a high-stakes mission Samus initiated. The hardship and turmoil of that mission brought them closer together and as a result, they became an inseparable trio. Plus Otacon.

Or... at least they were inseparable until personal feelings started coming into play, and, over time, drove wedges too deep to be absolved. The falling out was incredibly painful. Then the Otacon and Snake she knew "left", or came back with no memory of something that left such a profound impact on that it made her heart physically ache. She couldn't even begin articulate how unresolved it left her feeling.

That was so long ago...

Often it felt like the only way to keep things from being more complicated again was to simply not talk about the past, or the way things were. Or not talk about it much more than in the secret whispers like Samus and Snake already seemed to be doing. Little messages in between the lines only a mercenary or bounty hunter would know how to read. It was going to take a while.

But deep down Samus wanted nothing more than to divulge him; explain to Snake all the feeling, pain, sorrow, and joy, all the details, everything that happened in those days, and even how she felt now. Samus didn't want to change what happened (and in fact, wouldn't want to change any her history either--it has sculpted her into what she was today, all the good and bad), but she still wanted that resolve. Her past is not just a memory, it's a driving force at her back. It pushes and steers. What's past is prologue.

She fell silent for only a second or two, rushed with all these heavy, brooding, nostalgic feelings in the blink of an eye. Just as quickly she willed them away, tucked them back into the deepest crevices of the proverbial armor she never seemed to take down.

"Come on, don't change the subject. I bet you've eaten weirder things than a cardboard box on a dare. Tell me."

He had begun to smile. Sometimes just by the tone of her voice, he could tell what facial expression she was making. To some, she might have seemed unreadable, and while Snake never would have accused her of being predictable, she wasn't exactly difficult to understand. Maybe it was because they were cut from the same cloth, in one fashion or another. Maybe it was because of those older sentiments that stuck with him. Even if he couldn't fully understand them, it didn't dismiss them or make them any less valid. Or maybe it was because he was simply that good, and while he knew he was, he had a feeling that there was a little more at work than just him being absolutely incredible.

A little more, anyway.

It was around that time as he imagined the different ways her features changed as she spoke that he realised it was... akin to daydreaming about her. Since when was that a thing he began to do? He couldn't remember a time before of doing that and even if he could, he certainly wasn't going to admit it. Snake would lose credibility if for some reason people thought he was a little more human. Not to say he wasn't one. Only that he... Well. Being a soldier meant being held at a standard that a typical person could not meet. Especially someone of his calibre. He was no ordinary soldier. The man was a super soldier. And super soldiers didn't daydream about pretty blonde-haired girls who could easily kick ass and take names.

Unless those super soldiers were Snake.

His head lowered, settling his chin on his forearm - just beyond his wrist and when she spoke up again, he almost didn't catch it. "I didn't change the subject. It was a good answer." I didn't promise it'd please you. So he tried to think on it some more. The strangest thing he'd eaten. "I'm probably going to think of something stranger later on, but once I was pulling off wire on an inactive C4 with my teeth and swallowed it. Inadvertently."

Did that even count? He'd done some pretty strange things. It wasn't entirely impossible. Evidently being the perfect soldier meant being able to eat everything he could get his hands on.

Edited (no typo) 2013-02-08 03:14 (UTC)

Super Soldiers and Legendary Hunters shouldn't have time for this sort of thing in their lives, should they...? But here they were, chatting about it mundanely. Samus was content with this, despite the biting cold trying to infiltrate her powerless firehouse sanctuary. No... more than that; she felt warm.

"You swallowed a C4 wire?" She rolled on her back, twisting the blanket around her body and not bothering to hide an amused chuckle.

"So how'd it come out... in the end?"

She wasn't going to let him get away with an answer like that without some good teasing.

Edited 2013-02-15 10:18 (UTC)

It came out the way most things come out. What else are you digging for, Samus?

Because Snake refused to talk about bowel movements with the woman. He preferred to discuss other things, almost anything else, provided it had nothing to do with bathrooms or Snake's trips to the bathroom. In fact, the only thing he was willing to discuss regarding bathroom was walls and women. That was all that needed to be brought up in conversation regarding the matter.

"Poorly," he replied to her succinctly, finding it less amusing than she did, but the humour wasn't lost on him. "Needless to say, I stopped eating at the C4 buffet." Because if he couldn't laugh at himself, then he supposed he didn't really have a right to laugh at her either.

Or with her, as the case might have been.

She really didn't want to hear any... details of Snake's espionage excrements as much as she wanted to hear the distinctly succinct sweet sound of getting under his skin a little/getting a chuckle out of him. Or herself. Together.

"Good. There's better things you could put in your mouth that won't cause indigestion. Or go straight to your thighs."

Yeah, Snake had some well sculpted thighs when she thought about it. That's definitely a nice quality you inherited from your "father". Her mind lingered on the mental comparison perhaps just a second or two longer than she would have liked, and she rolled back on her stomach.

"You mean like toblerone bars."

And he wasn't even sure where that came from. In fact, he was pretty sure one of those would go directly to his thighs. But since when was Snake ever the picture of health? He was muscular certainly, a good soldier, not someone who could be taken down easily, but he was something akin to a 'super soldier' and that set him above the bar of average.

Despite the amount of drinking and smoking he'd often lost himself in, he had to admit that he hadn't really lost his fit form. He kept himself trim and in shape. He was always still training, keeping himself busy. As if he really knew he couldn't just rely on good fortune. Besides, if he didn't keep his strength up, it was bound to be an immensely boring time at the academy.

She wracked her memory of the name--toblerone--and actually found herself coming up short. Native-to-space and raised-by-space-birds Aran sometimes struggled with pop culture references and names of things she might not frequent in her otherwise exotic travels. Chocolate being a prime example, which was something she didn't regularly partake of until settling down here at Smash Academy. Even so, there was only so much Samus would indulge in, also quite conscientious of her trim form and the efforts that she needed to stay in shape, healthy and ready for any mission at any time.

She made an educated guess, however. "Candy bar?"

It was nice to find a level that she didn't immediately know. Samus was a sharp woman, after all, something Snake had come to appreciate. There came an ease knowing that he could trust her to have his back, and if he was going to be honest about the concept, there weren't too many he expected to come into the fray with him. Or after him, as sometimes the case could be.

Raiden, after all, had been something to get accustomed to. Although Snake had to admit he didn't exactly dislike working with the guy. He got the job done, and that was what really mattered.

"Good job," he couldn't resist a sly smirk, because God knew the man wasn't capable of a frequent sincere smile. "Take it candy bars aren't in your database. So what kinds of things did you have while you were out there?" In space, he meant, though he didn't want to say it. A memory of slight things, fuzzy at best, and educated conjectures. Filling in the holes wasn't something he was in haste for, but he knew Samus could at least help.

"Out there..." She got his implication specific to space, but that was still a loaded question.

She would however help him out. There were some subjects Samus liked to talk about, some things she even wanted to talk about but never did because no one ever asked, or certain perimeters and levels of trust simply hadn't been established yet.

Snake already has established that, and broken it in other ways he'd never even know about. Maybe in due time. For the current time she'd answer Snake's inquiry; willingly and even happily. It was fun to imagine what his face might look like if she ever took him up and out to see the stars... farther than she did before. To see even a segment of the things she's seen.

"Space rations." She snorted, before elaborating with a real answer. "I've had to learn to be versatile and not picky with what I eat. Sometimes my missions would take me to a desolate planet with no candy bars or restaurants. I'd have to catch and eat my own food, especially before it tried to catch and eat me."

At the point where he proverbially stood with her, especially in regard to their history, Snake couldn't imagine going out into space. Too many unknown things. And he was accustomed to facing cryptic pathways with no closure. Or things that he thought had closure and wound up being something entirely different. The new mantra should have been to expect the unexpected, but if Snake was going to be honest, he couldn't say he was 'happy' to constantly be fighting the 'good fight.'

But he couldn't very well say that, could he? He knew better. Otacon was in the back of his mind reprimanding him and reminding him of the past. He supposed it really depended on the circumstance.

He squinted, fully content with no longer moving through the vent. Instead, he took a long drag off of his cigarette as she listened and through what little light he had, he could see the smoke curling up above him, never truly escaping the air considering his location. Still air. Stale air. Air was air, he supposed. As long as he still had it.

"So. You ate aliens."

"Yes." She answered dryly. "I ate aliens."

It wasn't an unusual concept for her, she'd been doing it for so much of her life. Technically, everything was aliens. By comparison, Falcon was an extraordinarily picky eater on his own right, so the last time they went camping it was a real challenge getting him to eat the food she hunted. Samus had a hard time deciding if Snake would be like that or not. ~~Obviously his father wasn't a picky eater~~.

"If I had any handy, I'd consider sharing. Maybe you'd like a big, juicy Zebesian crab." If they weren't extinct... As she half-heartedly teased, the realization of the weather situation started to settle back in on her, cold and dry. She was moderately warm with her blanket, and if things got too bad she could cheat and ~~steel~~ steal herself away in the Power Suit... but Snake was stuck in the cold; probably under a box or in a dark, lonely air vent as she previously imagined.

But if Samus knew anything about Snake, it was that he was a survivor. He would die when it was his time to die, and she highly doubted a weekend blizzard at a school would be the end of his story.

"..." Still, concern was ebbing in and out of her thoughts as she momentarily played with a frayed end of the blanket. What if he actually was hungry...?

"You're doing alright over there, all things considered...?"

"Sounds like paradise."

Sarcasm or sincerity? Hard to say with the man. A lot of the time, no matter how he said stuff, he said it with the wry curve in half of his mouth, like it was too much effort to do the same on both corners. To be frank, Snake thought he looked pretty stupid when he gave a sincere smile. And most of the time when he even attempted to, it looked so damn sheepish that the only right turn of action was to immediately slap it off of him and just act like a egotistical dick. It was a lot easier to handle it like that, too.

But it was also like a defence mechanism. Everyone handled things differently. Snake joked about most things, or relied on his cynical wit to carry him through the things that really bothered him. Laughing it off, or mocking it was a healthier alternative to giving into the concern that could often accompany the really serious moments. It was like bracing one's self for the impact and being so overly protected for it that when it hit, it literally bounced right off. At least that was supposed to be the impression given.

Her question had caused him to go silent. Was he alright? Yeah. He usually was. Even if he hadn't been, he wouldn't have told her. Sure, he was crawling around in vents, but that wasn't any different than normal. And he had night vision ~~giggles~~ goggles with him. All things considered, he was pretty damn okay. That was all she needed to know.

"Sounds like someone's worried," he teased her in reply, giving that infamous half smirk of his and knowing well that it leaked into his tone. "If it wasn't storming outside, I'd say you should come join me. Get a little cosy up here. I might be a little lonely."

She scoffed, glad the codec hid her burning cheeks well. She had to take his teasing and turn it into a dare in order to not get flustered by it.

"A storm like this is of little consequence to someone like me." One could easily imagine her sticking her chest out proudly, the way she spoke it. As long as she had the Power Suit, anyway, otherwise it easily could be of grave consequence.

"You, on the other hand, would surely turn into a snakescicle if you weren't careful."

He heard it. That confidence in her. But she wore it so proudly. And it was so blatant. Snake was beginning to figure out that she had always been like that. At least with him, except on perhaps a couple occasions. Samus was a woman of strength, perhaps desperate to always show that. A respectable idea, because he was the same. If he was going to have a moment of weakness, he certainly didn't want anyone else to witness it.

"Good point." He actually laughed. It was almost a little bitter, or perhaps just a sign that it wasn't something he did much of. Laughing seemed like a foreign concept for him. "My sneaking suit won't protect me from whatever the hell's going on out there. I can survive a few days without you. I'll make up for it when the ice goes away."

More teasing, perhaps, but accompanied by a little truth.

Just like he heard it in her voice, she heard the same hardened, proud gruffness in his. It was admirable, especially for someone who's every heartbeat defied existence. He probably didn't know she was privy to that, though. Samus wasn't inclined to bring up the subject of FOXDIE anytime soon. No reason to anymore, really.

Let sleeping foxes lie.

"I'll hold you to it then." It rolled off her tongue without her really thinking about it; everything earnest.

"I'll check in later, Snake."

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Oh, no. You are DOOMED.

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vomits tldr all over codec conversations

Kat why you gotta put a sister to shame.

No never shame.

Always shame. ALWAYS.

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ouch my icons

NOT ANYMOAR. :>

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