Morning After [Open] [R for Cussing]

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Sawyer emerged from the Vatican the day after the Yeerk Battle--he'd been in the basilica, reclining on a pew with a bottle of Jack Daniels, a pack of Camels, and a copy of The Canterbury Tales when everything went down--and surveyed the damage. A few buildings had been riddled with bullets, there was a large pillar--the one that had been hurled at Ms. Marvel--laying shattered on the ground several hundred yards from where it had originated, and another boulder was blocking the entrance to one of the buildings.

"Well, hot damn, when the folks are away...," Sawyer commented, whistling at the wreck that had been wrought upon the City. "When you people throw a party you really throw a party...."

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"What're you talking abo-...oh! N-no, I'm not that kind of doctor!" He raised his hands defensively, looking slightly nervous. "I-I'm a scientist, my doctorate's in engineering!"

Otacon noticed the lack of an introduction, but he was too preoccupied with an explanation to wonder about it.

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"Well, that's just perfect!" Still with the sarcasm. "Just what we need, another doctor that ain't really a doctor."

Considering he hasn't really done anything since he arrived--aside from make 'modifications' to the Vatican, Sawyer is hardly one to imply someone else is useless.

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Hello, Otacon's guilty conscience. You've not been around quite as much lately, welcome back.

"S-sorry..." he replied, averting his eyes in a mixture of embarrassment and shame.

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"So, Doc Ain't-a-Doc," Saywer continued. He was seemingly unfazed by Otacon's shame. "What's that make you, a bunny killer?"

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"What?! No!" Otacon's hands went back up, flailing in protest. "I wouldn't--I'm a pacifist, I wouldn't hurt anything."

Least of all a bunny--wherever Sawyer got that idea, he had no idea.

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"You said you're a scientist."

He apparently missed the part where Otacon said he was an engineer.

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"I'm not...I don't experiment on anything." he replied, adjusting his glasses. "I'm an engineer, I design and build machines."

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"Is that right?" he said, stepping forward, well into Otacon's personal space--assuming he had any--and sizing the man up. "Killer robot bunnies?"

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"N-no...that just sounds ridiculous, actually..." Otacon resisted the urge to back away; he had faced worse than a lone arrogant southerner before.

"I build things that can be used to help people. There's no way I'd ever create something harmful."

...Not again, at least.

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"Yeah, that's what all you people say," he said. He wasn't buying it. Not after meeting Benjamin Linus. Not after seeing all the Dharma Initiative experiments that had gone wrong.

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"...fine, don't believe me. I can't exactly force you to." he said with a quiet sigh.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name." The engineer gave his best friendly smile--coming from the most optimistic man on the planet, that smile was quite sincere.

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"Name's Sawyer," he answered. He was still eying the man warily. Though, despite his caution, the wheels in James Ford's head were turning. Something was cooking in his southern noggin.

"So, Doc, what kinda shit you design?"

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"Nice to meet you...and you might not believe me if I told you. Then again, given all the other things around here, I may as well say it... I've designed a few things. Mainly stealth camouflage and Metal Gear REX...though I'm not exactly proud of that."

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"Weapons...?"

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"Unfortunately." he confirmed with a forlorn look. "REX was a bipedal robot--I thought he'd be used to help people. I guess...I was stupid. Seems like no one in any world gives a damn about anything but power anymore."

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"Well, well, maybe you ain't so damn useless after all." Sawyer was practically beaming. He'd managed to get Cale to construct a food preserver for the Vatican, but there had been one minor detail about the basilica, one weakness that kept Sawyer from feeling 100% comfortable that it'd hold up in a fight.

"You just became my new best-friend, Doc."

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"...I'm done being used by people." Otacon answered with what basically amounted to a glare. "If you're out to take over this ship or something, find yourself another engineer."

He was determined, firmly set in his ideals; never again. He'd fight for the side he believed in, and no one else.

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And that got another eye roll. "Oh, would you relax, Frankenstein? I ain't about to mount a coup here. That's Winchester's deal. Not mine. All I want is some damn guns and shit so we can defend the Vatican if we have to. A brick wall ain't gonna mean a damn thing if the ammo's goin' one way."

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Otacon gave this some thought...Sawyer kind of had a point. It seemed as if there was a kind of civil war going on here, and Otacon just had to be careful in choosing a side. The southerner seemed abrasive and a little intimidating; then again, so did Snake. It didn't necessarily mean anything.

"...Alright." he replied at last, ignoring the sudden nickname. "I'll help you."