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          Cloaked in SILENCE, as an exercise of the free will her mind had been granted upon birth, but in no way undemonstrative of the emotions animating each and every muscles of her body. This woman’s strength laid NOT in superhuman abilities, but in loyalties, in chosen purposes greater than her very existence that should tread the Earth beneath her feet no longer. Knowledge of a LEGEND’s identity was evident, the glint in eyes refusing to leave her ghastly form an all too familiar one she had yet to witness in years now, filling her with nostalgia of times long past when a wandering soul still inhabited a frame now lying beneath the cold Earth. “I’m not here to harm you.” It was solely lips that bulged, no further hint of movement bearing a single purpose: for the wariness the sight of her presence had instilled in a FELLOW SOLDIER to wane. “But I’m not an illusion either. What you’re seeing is real. The dead are not silent. Just like you, I outbid my time. And yet, here I am. Ironic, isn’t it?” 

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This couldn’t be. Quiet rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, but the figure was still there. Even though she had never met this woman before she knew one thing for sure: She was dead. The boss had killed her. Everyone knew that, so how could it be that she was here? And more importantly, what did she want from her? Taking a few steps back she gave the other a suspicious look. There was this strange mixture of fear and awe in her. After all she was a legend. The mother of modern warfare. The one who had assembled and trained the cobra unit. The boss. Though all of this didn’t make her drop her guard. What is going on here?

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There is nothing left inside me now. Nothing at all. No hatred, not even regret. And yet, sometimes at night I can still feel the pain.. Creeping up inside me. Slithering through my body, like a snake.

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@saveyourserpent

          Children born of LUNACY, DNA to control a inhumane fate instilled in clones very much human, had been left with little choices, all too little choices. Free will had been granted to them nonetheless, three individuals treading paths opposite in nature. Amongst them, whom stood out as a BRAT had been one to receive perhaps most qualities of the fighter his father was, as well as ARROGANCE, APATHY, HATRED, to far surpass Big Boss himself. “Inferiority isn’t in your genes. It’s in your behaviour.” Words were icily, void of all emotion, of all the disdain a Phantom still could hold for those yielding guns without a semblance of LOYALTY, to achieve no goals greater than their mortal existence allowed. “You’re no soldier. No more than your father was.”

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@vhantom

          A watchful eye had remained on the DOUBLE, a pure product of the madness overtaking a man she had once called friend, staged of all pieces by her beloved son. Reasons had NOT been void of logic, nor could she condemn Adamska for deeds of loyalty, for exercising a new-found freedom outside of the Philosophers’ grasp, relishing in his own JOY, in ways she would deem doubtful, had it not been so alike her own, once, many years ago. “You’re not Jack.” It was no query, it was a statement shattering the silence, revealing the ghost of a time long past to her fellow PHANTOM. “But they gave you memories of me, didn’t they?” He was a man of a few words she was aware, nonetheless possessing knowledge relevant to her existence, to her death, its extent one she wished him to impart upon her. 

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@thelegendarysoldier

          “Jack focus!” Stern words demanding of heed followed a loud thud, feminine, yet holding strength far beyond what appearances may suggest, fingers easing their tight grasp on the youthful frame now laying flat to the ground, utterly defeated. With no real effort displayed from a MENTOR master of techniques developed alongside her student, overpower left a displeasing taste on her tongue. “Is something wrong? You’re not at your best today.” Coldness a LEGEND on the battlefield could display faced to DUTY vanished, motherly warmth replacing it as her muscles relaxed, a battle stance soon turned into idling, an observant gaze beholding an apprentice who would make no progress in such a state, whatever it might have been. 

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@cloakisms

          Amidst despair to shake the very foundations of a mortal man’s mind, a ghastly figure revealed herself, one unbeknownst to a SON entrusted to her by the very woman who had given birth to him. Identity mattered not, bond mattered not, all purpose remaining to an existence that had ceased to exist, if only in body, being to witness the thrives of her successors, until the very end, until wishes she now was powerless to bring to live became REALITY. “You’ll be fine.” For frailty was not weakness, for determination would rise from self-doubts, for the purpose he had chosen for himself was greater than his bones, greater than his body, on his shoulders the weight of a World corrupted by the hands of the very men she had entrusted her WILL to. “You’re your mother’s greatest accomplishment. You’re all she ever wanted. All she died for.”

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[Like this post if you’d like a starter.

Reminder that my default verse is after her death and that she will appear to your muse as a phantom. BUT I may default to her alive self for the muses who have known her in canon. If you have a verse preference, don’t hesitate to tell me!]

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-see a The Boss rp blog- -follow right away- OMG FINALLY I FOUND ONE, JOY DESERVE SO MUCH LOVE ** <3 Thank you for the follow >w<

[Hey there! o/ We already know each other since I’m predateel mun! I’ve had this blog before Ocelot’s and even though my muse for Joy/The Boss isn’t very strong, I want to at least try to revive this blog because this awesome lady needs all the love! You’re welcome! ;D We totally need to do a thing because I’m dying to have mother/son interactions!!!]

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You can travel the world but you won’t find another place like this. If the whole world was like this base, I think the people of the world would bid farewell to fighting for good. Maybe that’s what The Boss wanted in the end.

Ocelot

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so big boss met the boss when he was still a teenager..and I can totally see him accidentally calling her mom once or twice ahahahaha. Bonus Sorrow (even though bb doesn’t know who he is but whatever!!!! he’s an old man hanging out with his mom!!!!)

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« Instantly, everything appeared in her mind, passing before her in a panorama. Earth she saw from a defective spaceship she piloted instead of heroes. Her beloved son Adamska who was born during the Normandy landings. Nuclear tests in Nevada. A feeling of content while forming Cobra unit. Major Zero. Jack. EVA. Strangelove. Philosophers. Her father’s back. Snake on the suspension bridge. Ten minutes with Snake under the snow of white petals. Apollo 11 landing on the Moon. Assassination of Kennedy. Snake receiving a title of Big Boss. Huey’s son involved in Metal Gear REX construction. Created from cells of Big Boss Twin Snakes and their cursed fate. Big Mama, their surrogate mother. Young man called Raiden. The day she killed Sorrow. Events of past, present and future appeared in her mind all at once. Causes and effects unfolded, making her understand. «I must let them know», she thought. Pentagon, Snake and Strangelove. All the people. Future is still exists. Our world still has a future. Human world is tied to time. Every event causes a consequence. But people always think of returning to origin. Those who was born blessed respect and protect their origins. But those who was doomed to misery curse their fate. Hate the past, or protect the past. This is the cause of the tragedy humanity faces. Human history is a bloodstained battle for the magnificent family tree. If we dig out roots of the tree, looking for origin, it will cause an inevitable tragedy. Human life isn’t a tree.

Snake, don’t search for liberty; search for freedom. And tell this to the world.

The Boss took control of the Peace Walker. »

                                      Metal Gear Solid Peace Walker novelization

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Jack:

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

NO

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Jack:

HIS SILENCE IS DEAFENING, HER HAUNTING LIKE KARMA slapped across his face, her voice as strong & resilient as the day she fell from grace by HIS HANDS, her legacy carried on the shoulders of a man-turned-beast who refuses to leave her cold, cold grave & realize her wishes for PEACE. Like the selfish child yearning for attention he clings to what’s no longer there & lives on denying the passing world & creating one according to his delusional ideologies. He blinks but she remains stalwart as a mountain, impassive as ever; she always was an ENIGMA, her mind, her history, her everything a breathing conundrum that has left him as desultory as the moment she disappeared from his life for the first time. The calm in The Boss’ voice is as comforting as it is unsettling to his ears, bringing tension to taut muscles where the world once stood.

         ❝…You died in Tselinoyarsk,❞ the words rip through the air like a blade, ❝you abandoned me–abandoned everything you stood for & I refused to let myself become a tool of the government like you.❞

STRENUOUS TIDINGS CHOKE OUT WHATEVER SENTIMENTS he had left: mourning-turned-anger, bellowing fire boils the blood as fingers ball in frustration, the 20 some-odd years lost in her shadow without guidance MADDENING as it was TRANSFORMING. From the youth who once bled for his homeland he became a monster–a regular Lucifer Morningstar, selfishness & pride incarnate–that severed his ties & sold the world for the sake of his own greedy enterprise.

          ❝What kind or purpose does a soldier like me–like us–have in a world full of peace anyways? I lived my life looking for a purpose & I found it in war. War’s in my blood & unlike you it’s something that I’m not willing to throw away for a country that’s forsaken me.❞

HE DOESN’T NEED ANYONE TO REMIND HIM of his wrongdoings, cognizant that his methodology was not what she wanted, that he perverted her dream to make the world whole again for the sake of SELF-PRESERVATION–for what could he do as the world grew more depraved with every passing decade & tossed fellow soldiers around like commodities, like weapons without purpose? He will not die a MARTYR, nor as a tool of the government. His life is his own to wield & no one will DARE TAKE THAT AWAY FROM HIM.

          “Indeed.” Melancholy animating the deepest parts of a heart hardened by years upon years of mercilessness on the battlefield was near undiscernible, a flawless composure retained on all a deceased figure would reveal to the World, an illustrious soldier standing tall even in disgrace, loyalty unwavering still as a victim of a tragic fate demanded by a homeland feeding off all she had ever possessed: her body, her abilities, her child, ---and ultimately, her life. “You fulfilled your mission and killed me. It was your duty as a soldier. The duty your country had given you.” Words were void of all feeling, mere statements of a truth she had long accepted, a reminder of ALL she had stood for, to be carried on by a boy turned man she had shaped into a worthy successor to entrust her will to, along with her title on the battlefield, or so had been her desire.

          “I didn’t abandon anything, Jack. It was my mission. Surely you learnt about it, don’t you?” Accusations put not a single crack in a collected fa��ade, ghastly eyes scrutinizing, taking in each and every sign of emotion her protégé displayed, melancholy, resentment, rage, a man who had now outlived her but a little child to a motherly figure he deemed to have forsaken him, bringing remembrances of a time long past, of an inexperienced teenager marking the battlefield as his home more by the day. 

          “You’re the same as you’ve ever been. You didn’t grow up one bit, you’re still just a child.” A tantrum, an immature behaviour unfitting of years of affliction, prompted but disappointment evident in an ice-cold tone, whom stood in front of her the ANTITHESIS of all hope she had once placed in him, a mere gun holder turned berserk on the battlefield, feeding a vicious circle perpetrating conflict, destroying lives in the name of unification, twisting HER WILL, shaping it into a threat for an Earth deserving of peace.

          “You’ve always searched for a reason to fight. I taught you everything I could but this wasn’t something I could give you. All I could do was to share with you my hopes and dreams for the future for you to carry on my name. The weight of a soldier is heavy, and you chose to get rid of it. You chose the easiest path by fighting for your own gain. You made war your playground and you won’t be satisfied until it extends to the whole world. You’re no soldier anymore, Jack. You’re just a man with a gun. A childish man who has lost all sense of purpose.”  

          The coursing flows of TIMES were not to be bent, but a river for soldiers to glide along, to embrace, sentiments to shape meaningless strives irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, a concept seemingly too far off from the reality forming her successor’s own existence, as well as one he had failed to comprehend, much to her dismay.

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           “It’s not about that. You cannot raise all three on your own but you have people you can count on to help you. It’s about effort. I know you can be a good father to them if you really want to. But right now, you’re not even trying.”

          ❝You really think I can properly raise a child? Let alone three? Those kids are better off with someone other than with me.❞

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         “Stop acting like a child! You’re a man who can find the time to raise his children even with his busy schedule! You’re a father, Jack! Act like one!”

          ❝I’m a busy man with a busy schedule, I don’t have time for raising kids.❞

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           “Whether you wanted them or not, they’re your children. It’s your duty to raise them! I don’t want to hear your excuses!”

Mom please I never even asked for these demon children in the first place B’I