#c: cécile caminades

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@svnsworn / kazuhira miller ❝ i was sort’ve hoping you needed me. is that selfish? ❞

Arms crossed, Cécile fixed Kaz with a smile and leaned against the railing. "Monopolizing my time? Finding ways to keep me all to yourself? Non, monsieur, why would I think of you as selfish?"

She wrapped her fingers around his yellow scarf and tugged him closer. The two played this game around base all day, and she was aware he played it with the other women too.

"But I do have need of you." Cécile moved closer with a coy grin and toyed with his scarf. Just as he was about to close the distance between them, she pushed him away and pulled back, her ponytail flipping in front of his face.

"...But perhaps later?" Coquettish laughter fell from her lips as she waved at him, then turned to leave before he could protest his treatment.

It was always good to keep Kaz on his toes.

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@afoxhound​​;

“Ohh, what a darling you are! Such a sweetheart.” A brightly-feathered bird perched on Cécile’s arm, enjoying her attention. It ruffled its wings and nipped affectionately, chirping, before lifting back to the branches above. The conservation MSF built was spacious and one of Cécile’s favorite places to be, aside from the Costa Rican jungles. Nothing could beat the untamed, natural environment of her beloved birds. 

There was a bit more to do around here before she could return to base. She turned to do so and found herself face-to-face with the man who made it all possible: Snake. “Ah, Snake! Are you here to see the birds?”

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@phantomdream​ / elijah : Injuries are to be expected in a place like Mother Base, and even half naked and starved - and craving a cigarette - isn't unusual. But for it to be a woman, small in stature but with bright eyes, that's a bit rarer. Elijah finds her some clothes to wear before settling in for a few exams, checking for infections, parasites, injuries, or even if he can get one of thr staff to bring her something more to eat. Rolling up his sleeves, he gently takes her wrist in his hand, thumb against her pulse, and starts measuring her heart rate. "How do you feel?" he asks, his voice gruff but kind. "Anything in particular I should look for?" He glances at her, smiling gently.

This mother base was nothing like she expected, but she had never been on a military base before. Or was it military? Cécile still did not quite understand the situation, but she was happy to see faces that smiled rather than twisted into scowls, guns holstered instead of raised. 

“I feel...” Cécile’s voice wondered as she tried to discern the answer herself. Relieved, for one. It had been a long time since she had been in such a situation. Though she thought this medic would want an answer about her physical health. “Alright. I am not so easily rattled, you know? And my captor was quite gentle with me, all things considered.” 

Now it was Cécile’s turn to smile. “I, however, am looking for your name.”

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@peacedog​ / kazuhira miller

Ocean birds were a rare sight for Cécile. She had traveled to Costa Rica for the Latin American population of birds, intent on studying their distribution, and now she was aboard an ocean base filled soldiers and rebels and all sorts. A radical change of pace but one that she found herself enjoying.

As she often did when she had a spare moment, Cécile was bird watching near the railing. The waves and distance made it too difficult to record, but she carried her sketchbook and had a keen eye. It was only a brief peripheral glance, when she was trying to tame her windswept hair, that she noticed Kaz’s approach.

Cécile half turned, sketchbook tucked under her arm, and waved. “Salut, Monsieur Miller. What brings you over here? There are no steam locomotives for you here, only the sounds of nature.” She could not help but tease a little.

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@peacedog​ / ❓ (for kaz and cécile)

Does my muse trust yours? until she has a reason to distrust him, yes

Does my muse dislike yours? sometimes! lol

Would my muse kill someone for yours? if the right situation and circumstances presented themselves, yes

Would my muse kill your muse? not very likely lol 

Would my muse save yours? yes

Does my muse find your muse attractive? to a degree, yes

Is my muse disgusted by yours? occasionally lol when he talks about cars or something (she’s just very pro environment you know)

would my muse go on a date with your muse? hmmmm potentially

would my muse kiss yours? maybe haha she finds it just as much fun to tease him and not go through with it (plus she’s sure he’s getting his fill elsewhere), tho she’s not totally turned off on the idea of hooking up with him

would my muse betray yours? like....just for the environment probably alskdasd this is more later when she’s in eco terrorist mode, cause otherwise no

my muse’s favorite thing about yours? his more creative pursuits, like playing music, and that he’s fun to chat with generally. i think they could have some interesting convos when not talking abut france and birds lol

the thing my muse dislikes about yours? uncultured :/ 

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@phantomdream​ / gemma : Gemma is still getting used to the world outside what she knows, what she was allowed to remember through the haze of drugs and being forcibly submerged in that tank. Always fighting, fighting, fighting. It's different here, on Mother Base with Cecile, listening to her talk about birds and the wildlife and plants, her distaste for war. All Gemma has known is war, and this woman doesn't believe in it. For a while, it made Gemma wonder if there is no room for her in a world without it, but Cecile doesn't push her away or treat her any different. It feels nice to be welcomed into such a peaceful woman's life. "What's that one?" she asks, pointing to a bird she's seen around, and she looks at Cecile, waiting to see her face light up as she talks.

“This is a scarlet macaw.” Cécile tapped her finger to her sketch. It was unfortunate that MSF’s mother base was not closer to the shore, as Costa Rica was host to so many wonderous birds, but Cécile had taken time sketching several to her notebook. 

“It is a red, yellow, and blue bird, but its colors are so vibrant! The red is a deep red, like- like a sunset.” Her hand came to rest on Gemma’s forearm. “And the blue is bluer than the sky. It is a...soft blue, yes? But a scarlet macaw is vibrant. And its yellow is like the sun. A truly beautiful bird, and so romantic!” Cécile’s tone took a wistful note and she squeezed Gemma’s arm. “They mate for life, so it is common to find them in pairs.

With a mischievous and delighted smile, Cécile’s eyes whipped toward her. “Do you want to hear one?” Then, not waiting for an answer, she imitated their call. A low trill that the crescendoed into a louder one. Afterwards, Cécile burst into giggles. 

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@peacedog / big boss

Cécile approached Snake with a smile. “Salut, Snake. Un petit oiseau m’a dit que tu parles français. As tu visité France ?” 

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@waytofall​ asked: Do you think a robot takeover is technically possible?

Cécile’s brows rose. “Technology isn’t nearly as far advance as that, is it?” She used her recorder for her work, but a recorder was along way from a robot takeover. Then again, there were also giant robots like Peace Walker and their AIs. It was all rather over her head, she was a simple ornithologist. Cécile crossed her arms, one hand raising to her chin. “Hmm, maybe if you do not stop Peace Walker, but that won’t be a problem for you, right, Snake?”

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“English is a ugly language anyway!”

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@griimreaping​ asked: “ Bad things should happen to bad people. “ 

“Oui, but who is to carry out these bad things? Snake? MSF? Karma?” Being part of MSF had opened Cécile’s eyes in a lot of ways. Not just to the nature of the world but about herself. The things she wished to accomplish now seemed much more feasible. “Commitment is an act, not a word,” she quoted. “With enough willpower and resources, we can change the world ourselves. Make those who do bad things suffer the consequences. And I do not see why we shouldn’t.”

In fact, she had been thinking about it for some time. For so long, Cécile had been upset at the treatment the planet and its animals suffered at the hands of corporations, who uprooted, razed, and destroyed natural environment after natural environment in the pursuit of money. When she left MSF, it would not be back to a quiet flat in Paris or preparation for another convention. It would be hard for her to study birds if, in a few years time, they were extinct or driven out of their homes. No, Cécile had other plans.

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@afoxhound​;

Zanzibar Land is as horrible as the descriptions say. The mercenaries show little care with her and the place itself is all hard angles and metal. It’s not her first time being held prisoner, but she has a sinking feeling that it may be her last. Worse, a familiar head of blonde caught her attention on the way in. Her daughter, Holly, standing clear as day among them as if this wasn’t a fortress. When she said she was on an important story, Cécile hadn’t thought she meant this!

Cécile shifts on the floor, hands bound and her blonde hair, now dirty and sweaty, clinging to her. It was supposed to be a simple job: Make contact with her old comrade and help them get set up. Now any of them would be lucky to leave here alive.

The door slides open and Cécile’s blue eyes narrow. This is it. This is...

“Snake?” He’s older, grayer, but it’s Snake, and relief makes her shoulders sag. “I’m so glad to see you!” 

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@griimreaping​;

The door to the medical office flew open with a whirl of blonde hair. “Jean! You would not believe the morning I have had.” Cécile invited herself inside and lounged dramatically in one of the chairs before pulling out her cigarette case. 

“I was having such a lovely time studying the ocean birds. They are so darling! And then the men started their horrible shooting practice and scared them all off!” Cécile huffed and lit her cigarette. “Miller saw but instead of telling them off, he says to me,” she faked a deep voice, imitating Kaz, “’Oh, Cécile, it is OK. Why don’t you let me cheer you up? I have just the thing.’” Cécile rolled her eyes and took a long drag off her cigarette. “And then, Snake comes by, stinking to high heaven. If the shooting had not scared off the birds, his stench would have.” 

Cécile sighed. “How do these men function?”

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continued from x with @itsmillcrtime

From the front, Cécile chuckled, the sound melodic in the night air. “If I wanted to kill you, I would not do it so openly.” A likely uncomforting phrase to hear in the dead of night when you were alone with someone, and it was Cécile’s favorite kind of teasing.

When Kazuhira offered to accompany her, she had been surprised but decided it would be a fun outing. Surely everyone, even the locomotive-crazed Kazuhira, needed time off of that creaking, metallic structure every now and then. She could not find fault in that! Perhaps this trip would even enlighten him to the wonders of nature.

Said wonders croaked and buzzed around them, a sure sign that there were no hostile soldiers in the area, but the wildlife lacked the very distinct call of the Great Potoo. Normally fond of imitating bird calls, Cécil refused in this case. For now. You must hear it for yourself, she had told him. The bird was so strange that it had to be seen — and heard — to be believed.

A wail tore through the air, like a dying animal being impaled. Cécile’s hand found his shirt and curled around the fabric, holding him still. “There it is,” she whispered excitedly and turned to see his reaction.

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@griimreaping​ asked: bandage patch them up when they get hurt

Cécile knew better than to try and deter Jean so she sat still and let the doctor treat her arm. A small cut only, but she wasn’t on to argue with receiving treatment. While scouting may be new to her, in a lot of ways it felt familiar. 

“You know, being here reminds me of college. Did you hear of the student strikes in Paris?” What started off small had unfurled into a country-wide strike. It was not the kind of work she did for MSF, but in a lot of ways, Cécile felt like it had somehow prepared her for this. “It was a great moment for us. I suppose it is not so hard to imagine that I like it here after an experience like that.” 

Jean finished and Cécile gave her a smile. “Especially with such excellent company, mon cheri~”

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@afoxhound​​​​ asked: 🌶 - for Cecile

“What I find attractive about Snake?” It was no secret that many on Mother Base found their leader alluring, in more ways than one. Cécile herself had such thoughts but did not think of it as anything serious. There were many attractive people on Mother Base. 

“Well, he is a man of nature, so to speak. Many men I’ve known use perfume or are covered in the stench of motor oil. In the latter case, it is not attractive at all, and some perfumes can be very overwhelming! No, I prefer a, ah, natural musk.” She grinned. It was no secret why Snake would fill that criterion. “There is just a charming allure about him. I cannot quite put my finger on it, but he is a natural leader.”

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@afoxhound​​​ asked: ❛❛ is this a gift for me? ❜❜ - Cecile

“Oui, Mr. First-Time Orinthologist. As a thank you, or to remember me by, however you would like it.” It was a quetzal feather. One of the shorter ones, but still resplendent with its shades of green. When turned, the colors moved with it, shining brilliantly in the sunlight. The feather was tied to a leather cord that could be wrapped around his wrist, hung around his neck, or simply hung somewhere.

“I found it while scouting. Since I will have to leave for the inspection, I thought you might like it. Then you can be a feathered snake, too.” She laughed at her joke. Truly, she’d always be grateful to Snake for saving her life and offering her a place to stay. Working with MSF had been quite the experience. It made her feel more alive than she had in a while. “I hope the inspection passes quickly. I would loathe seeing the state of Mother Base with only Monsieur Miller’s touch.”