#muse: claire voyance

[mobianresistance]

Claire had kept to herself throughout most of the holidays, the time-displaced Diamond Cutter opting out of the festivities to reflect on her current place in the world, and her old friends who hadn't been so fortunate.

Currently, she was sat opposite a memorial for those lost in the fight against Eggman's forces, remaining quiet as she read the list of names inscribed upon it. Her focus would eventually drift to one name in particular... her own.

Claire was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the person approaching her...

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"You gotta relax little wolf," Claire said, leaning back in her chair and placing her feet on the table, her heavy boots making a thud as she did so. "Just keep your cool, don't give them anything, and we'll be out in time for lunch. I'm thinking we hit up that fancy barbeque joint in Central City after the payday we'll get for getting our target."

Whisper had her hands on the table, tapping it as her breathing was fast. The wolf could hear her heart beat in her ears, her whole body was tense, her eyes darting all around the room, and every one of her senses seemed to be in over drive. "Whisper!" She jumped hearing her name said loudly like that and looked at Claire.

"Hey, I know you aren't a fan of being locked up. Just take a few deep breaths, get your cool back, okay?" Claire was sure Whisper's senses were in overdrive right now given her past. The howler monkey was going to have her hands full keeping the Freedom Fighter chump who was going to interrogate them on her. The wolf was still pretty new to free lancing and this was there first big job.

Whisper nodded, starting to slow her breathing, in and out as her body started to relax. "I'm good, just, I knew you said sometimes a job got messy, though that was really messy." The wolf was still playing it in her head.

"Pfft, it was just a small bump. A few people got some scratches, and only a little bit of property damage. Target is down, and we're getting paid some big bucks from our employers. Which we don't know, okay?" Claire never slipped an employer's name before and didn't intend to start now.

Whisper nodded, taking in a few more deep breaths as she was mostly calm and finally stopped tapping on the table. "So, I don't know much about the Freedom Fighter's. Are they a free lance agency or something?"

Claire rolled her eyes at the question. "I wish they were. Some big shot rich guy name Nigel Acorn got bit by the good samaritan bug and started funding this little group his kid started called the Freedom Fighter's. Mainly because his daughter was up in arms about G.U.N throwing their weight around to get what they want, though never help when Eggman attacks."

"They want to be some sort of first response team whenever Eggman strikes. Stupid idea if you ask me. If G.U.N can't so much as slow him down I'm not sure what they think they can do. Not to mention how insane Eggman is. If they become a pain then it won't be pretty for them. That's why we steer clear from him. As long as he doesn't mess with us, we won't mess with him, and vice versa." The howler monkey didn't need an Eggman target on their backs.

Whisper only nodded, looking down at the table as she thought. "Though that's good, right? I mean, there has to be some force to fight back against Eggman. I know there's Sonic, and a few other's, though that can only go so far. It seems like a good cause." The wolf didn't see it as the worse idea.

"On paper, sure, sounds like a great idea, as long as you get the right people. From what I've heard most of these Freedom Fight's are green. Gaia, most of them I've seen barely have any combat experience. They tend to just get tossed around like ragdolls. It was funny at first, though now it's just sad." Claire didn't have much respect for this group.

Whisper found it hard to believe they'd start an agency without anyone with real combat experience to help train those coming in. It'd be like throwing a child at a badnik, even one of the more harmless ones, like the lady bugs. The wolf then jumped as the door was suddenly pushed open with quite a bit of force.

A coyote would then with a cutlass in it's sheathe on his left side, while he had a high grade firearm on his right. "Claire."

Claire would suddenly sit up, taking her feet off the table. "Oh, you're going to love this guy little wolf. This is Antoine and he practically worships the ground Sally walks on. A real die hard trooper here," the howler monkey said before looking at Antoine. "So, tell me lover boy, you hook up with your precarious Sally? Cause last I heard she's all googly eyes for some hot shot rabbit who just joined whenever she's not playing commander."

"What ze Director does in her free time is none of ma concern," Antoine said before setting a file down on the table and sat in the chair across from Claire and Whisper. "Shall I read ze latest charges?"

"Sometimes the job gets a bit hairy, and if you ask me, that guy basically jumped in front of my bike. Look, we can do this whole song and dance, though I'd think I'll just keep quiet until these charges are dropped and we're free to go. Though I wouldn't mind a cold drink," the howler monkey said while putting her feet back on the table and relaxed in her chair.

Antoine was used to this attitude from Claire, though it still irritates him to no end. However, things were a bit different this time. The coyote had heard the howler monkey had picked up a partner, though judging by how tense she looked it seemed she was more like an apprentice. Which prompted him to do some digging. "I'm surprised to see someone who is supposed to be dead here."

Whisper's body instantly tensed up fully, her ears standing up in full attention at being addressed in such a way. "I... don't know what you're talking about." The wolf avoided eye contact while Claire would take her feet off the table .

"Really? Well, I guess you must have ze look alike," Antoine said while opening the file, then turns it around and slides it over. "Is zees not you?"

Both Whisper and Claire would look at the file of a seventeen year old Whisper with a buzz cut. The howler monkey having to fight the urge to start laughing while the wolf just looked away from the file.

"I think you have the wrong person," Whisper said, pushing the file back over to Antoine while continuing to avoid eye contact. "There's a lot of people out there, and sometimes some people happen to look alike. Besides, how can a dead person be talking to you right now?" It'd be hard to argue that.

"Well, a body was never found, and it happens that Claire is ze one sent to look into ze rouge commander. Strange how she's traveling with a wolf who looks exactly like ze one who was reported dead by her word. Is it not?" Antoine asked, keeping his focus on Whisper.

"I've taken a lot of jobs, and reported just as many dead bodies. You're really going to make a stink about one case. Come on man, don't you have anything better to do than mess with my professional life?" Claire asked, attempting to have him remained focused on her.

"I wouldn't consider it very professional to hide ze truth from your employer," Antoine said, though kept his focus on Whisper. "Well, zees solider had great potential if I do say so myself. I wonder what they would do?" The coyote asked, looking right at the wolf.

"...I guess we'll never know since they're long gone," Whisper said as she glared at Antoine. "Besides, haven't you heard the expression let the bones lay? That's clearly a G.U.N file, so it's not really our business, is it?" The wolf asked, her hard glare never wavering.

"Ah, an expression I heard my grandfather say when those asked him about his time in the military. Though he did say a sleeping dog can wake up too, I'm sure you're also familiar with this expression as well Madam." Antoine would look down at the file. "Sayna"

"That's not my name!" Whisper shouted as she banged her fists on the table. "You may find more than you bargain for if you mess with these bones!" The wolf's glare was even more intense now, almost daring Antoine to say something else.

Just then the door to the room would open and a rabbit walked in. "Sorry to say, though they're free to go. Charges were just dropped," he said, walking over with a set of keys.

"What do mean ze charges were just dropped?! It happened forty minutes ago?!" Antoine shouted as he stood up. "Zees is ridiculous! G.U.N can't keep bailing her out forever!" The coyote didn't want to back down this time.

"Hey, never said who dropped the charges, just that they were dropped. Don't shoot the messenger," he said, uncuffing Whisper and Claire. "They're free to go, end of story, even if I don't like it."

"Oh, free to go lover boy, though I do appreciate the attempt. It shows you really do care. Come on, let's get going little wolf," Claire said as she walked over to the door and exits the room with Whisper following quickly behind.

"I did read your file, and you're a good solider. Claire isn't someone who deserves your loyalty," Antoine said, which did make Whisper stop before she quickly left. "How many times will G.U.N cover for her? Pretty soon someone will get seriously hurt."

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Claire walked into the impound lot where her bike was. "Aw my precious baby. Did you miss mommy? I bet you did," the howler monkey said as she hoped on her bike, placing her weapon in the side rack on it. "They didn't mess up your rifle, did they?" She asked looking at Whisper.

Whisper was currently securing the strap around her. "It's fine." That was all the wolf said as she made her way over to Claire, grabbing her helmet though simply stared at it.

Claire raised a brow seeing Whisper stare at the helmet. "Hey, try not to let anything Antoine said get to you. Guy has a bad habit of sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, and I'm hoping one day it bites him in the ass." The howler monkey typically didn't pay any mind, though seeing the way he got to the wolf really ticked her off. That said, she was only met with silence. "You okay?"

Whisper remained silent for another moment before speaking. "I guess, him saying you don't deserve my loyalty got to me. Because, I feel like I don't deserve your loyalty. There's so much you don't know about me, though I know almost everything about you." The wolf knew it might sound silly, though Claire had done so much for her.

Claire stared at Whisper for a moment before starting to laugh. "Little wolf, you're overthinking this. Look, I'm only open about myself because I choose to. If there's things you don't want me to know, then I'm fine with it. Besides, I know a lot of heavy stuff about you. Your past is your business, not mine. However, I don't intend to forget that picture of you with a buzz cut anytime soon." The howler monkey chuckled thinking about it.

Whisper blushed lightly at the mention of the buzz cut she had when first joining as a recruit for G.U.N. "I, guess that's fair. I'll try to open up more, I promise. I had a fairly normal life, just, there were problems here and there." The wolf didn't feel like opening that can of worms right now.

"Hey, I said don't worry about it little wolf. You wanna keep to yourself, then keep to yourself. Though I won't say no if you ever want to open up. Now, what do you think about that barbeque joint?" Claire asked, picking up her helmet.

"Actually, I heard a nice greek restaurant opened up. I actually used to eat at one quite frequently in my home town. Maybe I'm feeling a bit nostalgic today," Whisper said before putting her her bike helmet, securing it in place.

"Ooooh, I haven't had any greek food in awhile. Sure, sounds like a blast, plus you're opening up already. Now hop on." Claire would then put on her helmet before putting the key in the ignition and turning on her bike as Whisper hopped on. "Remember to hang on tight. We'll be at central city in no time." The howler monkey would rev the bike a few times. "Yo, open the gate already!" She shouted, prompting the work to open it. She then sped out of the impound lot.

Whisper held on tight as she always did, knowing Claire saw the speed limit as more of a friendly suggestion. The wolf was glad she had a friend like the howler monkey.

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((For mun: what gave you the idea for a bumpty oc? :0c ))

[wwEEELLLLLL THATS A BIT O’ A STORY, ACTUALLY. but i guess i’m obligated to answer since ya asked! 

SO. read the tale of woe(?) below:

back in my before-nintendask days, I was just starting to move outwards from my love of sonic(tm) and wanting to expand on my own art because up until that point all i had been drawing for at least three years had been, well, sonic characters. AND LIL’ OL ME WAS LIKE ‘bro we gotta learn to draw other stuff.’ SO. I ended up taking some inspiration from mystery novels and I ended up creating a lil’ character called ‘Claire Debonair’ and basically she was a regular ol’ human detective oc! that first name Sound familiar? It should, because she would eventually become Claire Voyance the squish we got today. ANYWAY, CLAIRE DEBONAIR EXISTED AND I loved her and was developing her for a little bit but then I got sick. and I ended up having to take a week off school because of it, and while I was sick and all loopy from medication, I thought to myself ‘hey you know what we should do. make a nintendask blog like we keep talking about.’ and my medication addled brain was like ‘fuck yea let’s do it’ but then i realised I didn’t have a nintendo muse and thats kind of a necessity. SO I THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I COULD POSSIBLY DO FOR A NINTENDO OC AND I REMEMBER BUMPTIES AND HOW MUCH I LOVED THEM AND the more i thought about them and their personality traits (love of mysteries and mystery novels, gossips, etc) I got the GREAT idea of converting my up until now kind of useless oc, Claire Debonair, and giving her a real purpose!! anyway long story short I did a few adjustments to her design, made her name another pun, and then I think about a day later My blog popped up here!! SO BASICALLY TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION I GOT THE IDEA FROM BEING LOOPY ON COLD MEDICATION??? Thats what happens when you’re sick kids you make nintendask blogs and recreate ocs in excitement] 

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Continued from here:

@atangledfate

Good, Whisper was still alive... Claire breathed a sigh of relief, remaining sitting but not making any further attempts to leave her bed. As she looked around her room, and at the woman in front of her, she had so many questions she wanted to ask.

Where was she? How did she get here? Who were they? But something Gold had said just now stuck out to Claire like a sore thumb.

"Diamond Cutters? That's... that's not possible... Mimic betrayed us... A-and Slinger, Smithy... they're... they're gone..." Claire's voice choked up, her eyes filling with tears as the reality that two of her closest friends were dead, because of the betrayal of a third, hit her like a truck.

"A-and what's this about a Grand Prix? I-I haven't heard anything about that... h-how long was I out for?"

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"I'm not sure... It might have been both of us."

Despite her own embarrassment, Claire couldn't help but let out a small giggle at Whisper's flustered reaction, finding it very cute. Truthfully, she had also enjoyed the kiss, and she wasn't going to be as shy about making it known. It certainly helped that she'd had a little bit of a crush on the wolf for some time.

"You know, I assumed my first kiss was going to have to wait until the war was over..." She smiled, reaching out to gently take Whisper's hand. "It was nice to be proven wrong."

Claire wasn't sure if she wanted to risk going for another kiss. Sure, she couldn't sense the others nearby yet, but there was no guarantee she wouldn't be too distracted to notice when they did arrive.

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Victory, Sometimes it was those little moments like this that kept her going. Seeing the fire, the explosion, and knowing that despite the odds they managed to win! It was a rush of a adrenaline that could make you do some crazy things. Knowing that those bots wouldn't kill anyone else made the scout's heart flutter with joy! it wouldn't bring back her Tribe, or even stop this war. but every little victory was a hard fought one! Seeing the blast from the safety of the base, knowing there plan worked it was a good feeling!

But not as good as feeling Claire's lips touching hers, not as intense as the embrace they shared. The soft sweet taste of her lips, the warmth of her body against hers. To say She was caught off guard but never once did she resist the touch, that embrace. It felt like the world melted away for a moment in time and nothing mattered but her.

Once the embrace stopped Whisper stared at claire long and hard just in shock! She didn't know who started it, nor did she care! It was just that she'd never kissed a girl before, maybe she thought about it even dreamed about it once or twice. But despite her age, Whisper was rather in experienced with romance! so she did the only thing she could think to do!

She tugged her mask down and hide behind it! so Claire wouldn't see her cheeks being so red! though it didn't hide her ears turning red at all.

" ... s...sorry... did i? "

He voice was soft and scratchy. Despite her throat injury she could still be vocal even if it hurt a little bit.

" ... or..d...did you? "

Clearly whisper already being a bit shy, but she had liked it---maybe even wanted another! but she wasn't ready to tell Claire that! certainly not when the others could walk in at any time!

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[mobianresistance]

'🤕' for gold and claire

Send '🤕' for my critically injured muse to wake up with yours by their side. (Accepting)

Claire groaned in pain as she began to stir, the monkey finally starting to wake up again. Approximately 24 hours had passed since her mask's signal had suddenly come online again, and despite it being known that she was deceased, the restoration had found her alive at the signal's location. Unconscious and critically injured, yes, but alive.

Fortunately, her injuries were treatable, and now that she was no longer at death's door, she was in for a long recovery process. And now she was finally starting to wake up.

She slowly opened her eyes, and as her blurry vision came back into focus, she glanced around the unfamiliar room. "This isn't Diamond Cutter HQ..." She thought to herself. And then, as she remembered the attack, how Mimic had led them into a trap, how she and the others had been overwhelmed by the androids, and how she'd told Whisper to hang back, just in case, she suddenly sat upright.

"WHISPE-ah!" Claire cut herself off with a loud groan of pain, the sudden movement agitating her injuries.

[mobianresistance]

//Anyway, now that I have more icons of her, maybe I'll use her a little tomorrow.

y'know, if anyone wants to interact with a time-displaced variant of a dead diamond cutter

[mobianresistance]

"Ugh... what the hell..." Claire groaned as she sat upright, glancing around at her surroundings as her vision came back into focus. One moment, she'd been desperately fighting for her life against the Shadow Androids, a fight two of her comrades had already lost. The next, just before the killing blow could be dealt, everything had disappeared in a strange flash of bright light.

And now here she was in a forest clearing, alone, battered and bruised but alive, with the androids nowhere in sight. Using her damaged whispon to steady herself, Claire pushed herself back up off of the ground and onto her feet.

Her mask still appeared to be in working order, at least to some degree, but even if she tried to use it to call for help, who would answer? Smithy? Slinger? Both dead. Mimic had sold them out, and if he still had his mask, then this line was now compromised. That only left one potential ally...

Whisper! Claire had told Whisper to hang back, which meant there was a chance she could still be alive. Holding out hope for her friend's possible survival but still in need of medical attention, Claire begins to slowly limp her way through the woods in the hopes of finding civilization.

In the meantime, for the first time in quite a while, the video signal from Claire's mask was active once again.

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[mobianresistance]

//oh my god, I just realized. because Claire had a bad feeling about the mission that got most of her team killed, but didn't warn the others because of how important an opportunity it was, there'll probably be a small part of her that blames herself

[mobianresistance]

//Just a reminder for anyone new here, my Claire is a time-displaced variant who was flung into the present from just before her death in the original timeline.

[mobianresistance]

"I can't promise that everything will be okay, but I promise to be here for you, no matter what." // for Claire!!

"Thank you, Whisper... I know you'll always have my back." Claire manages a small smile and reaches out to take her friend's hand. The psychic was still recovering from her injuries, so it would likely be a while before she officially joined the Restoration.

Not to mention, the traumatic experiences of Mimic's betrayal, the deaths of the rest of the Diamond Cutters, and her own near-death experience were still very recent from her perspective. Along with the knowledge that she was supposed to have died, she had a lot to process still.

[mobianresistance]

[ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone Whisper and Claire sharing a celebratory kiss after a successful mission back during the war. Catching them both of guard!

Different Ways to Kiss Someone (Accepting)

Sometimes, people did strange, unexpected things in the heat of the moment. Not all of the missions the Diamond Cutters took on were easy, some of them proved harder than others, but sometimes, that made the successful completion of said missions all the more satisfying.

Seeing another Badnik production facility go up in a fireball after a successful act of sabotage... well, perhaps Claire and Whisper got a little too caught up in the excitement of it. Unexpectedly, the howler monkey found her lips pressed softly against the wolf's, wrapping her arms around her colleague's back as they kissed.

Regardless of who initiated it, something Claire would find herself unable to recall afterwards, the kiss lasted for a few brief, joyful moments before the monkey returned to her senses and pulled away, her cheeks flushing bright pink as she stared into Whisper's eyes, processing what had just happened.

[mobianresistance]

🤕- For Lanolin and Claire

Send '🤕' for my critically injured muse to wake up with yours by their side. (Accepting)

Claire groaned in pain as she began to stir, finally starting to regain consciousness more than 24 hours after she'd been located and brought to Restoration HQ for medical treatment. She was battered, bruised, and on the verge of death when she'd been found, but now she was stable, and on the road to recovery.

The strange part of that though, was that Claire Voyance was supposed to be dead. She'd been killed in action long ago, alongside the rest of the original Diamond Cutters, aside from Whisper and Mimic. And yet, here she was, wounded as though the attack had happened just yesterday, but still alive.

The only clue they had was the footage from Claire's mask, almost identical in every way to the last footage recorded before her death, except this version instead ended with a mysterious flash of bright light, and a change in scenery to the location they'd found her in.

Finally, Claire's eyes would drift open, her vision blurry as she attempted to take in her unfamiliar surroundings. "Where... where am I?" Her voice sounded strained and hoarse.

[mobianresistance]

//Anyway, really wish I had more icons of her. But since she's a posthumous character, we don't get to see much of her, so I've already exhausted every panel she appears in.

Need to figure something out for my time-displaced variant of a dead Diamond Cutter.

[mobianresistance]

//Really need to try and use her more. Just wish there were more images to make icons of.

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//Hmmm.. I may have to RP Claire without icons. Given her limited appearances in the series, there's barely any images to actually work with, and I'd rather not use fanart if I can avoid it.