SNIPERBOLE.

❝CC what I did there?❞ RP blog for Claire "CC" Callahan Turk OC from Final Fantasy VII. Please read the manual first. SNIPER; a qualified specialist who maintains close visual contact with the enemy and engages targets from concealed positions or distances. HYPERBOLE; exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally.

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Megan Boone in Accused 1x02: "Ava's Story"

[ccmyguns]

@reapersxfolly​ | 💋

The state of his desk was atrocious. That is to say it was immaculate. Like he had his shit together, but he was a Turk. All of them were above water, sure, but they were like swans. Their feet were in a frenzy below the surface just to keep ‘em afloat. 

“Boss.” CC loosely greeted, parking her ass on a corner of his desk in a casual lean. “Why are we called the Turks? Did some fossil crack an inside joke and none of us know the context? Tactical Underground Raging Killer Squad is the closest I’ve gotten. Has a ring to it...”

That wasn’t the only reason she approached the desk of never-ending assignments. “Right. Schedule clash.” Not uncommon. Schedules could change at the drop of a dime, and this information had come last minute, as it usually did, through one of the higher-up secretaries. “I can’t be in two places at once. Tomorrow afternoon I’m in the nest keeping watch while the Pres makes a public announcement, same time I’m s’posed to be infiltrating the dragon’s gambling den. Where do you want me?”

[ccmyguns]

@fraxcxccl​ | 💋

“I’d be a Bridezilla.” The comment didn’t seem to be direct, more-so CC’s own musings out loud. It hadn’t come from a single thread of conversation happening around them she just seemed to pluck it outta thin air. Ashe just happened to be in earshot, because she made the fatal mistake of sitting on the black leather couch.

Not only had CC joined her but she reclined across the other woman with little regard for personal space. Head on the arm of the couch, her legs were draped across Ashe’s lap. She could shove ‘em off if she needed.

“You put a down payment on a house. I’m better than a house, if a person doesn’t want to pay for the 4000 gil flower arrangement I pick out they can die mad about it we’re getting the fucking flowers.”

[ccmyguns]

"'ey," Tristan said, snapping his bubble gum as he slid across her in the diner that - as far as he could tell - she kept for relaxing and not for missions. She probably knew he was there, he was a big guy and not Turk trained, but it was only polite. "Found ya."

Their connection was an unusual one. Turks tended to have a tiny social circle, one that revolved around the job. That meant some form of an acquaintance with other members. Perhaps something resembling a friendship, perhaps something else to scratch an itch.

CC regarded him Tris a slow blink over her disgustingly chocolate milkshake. Syrup dripped down the side of the serving glass and it was topped with a generous scoop of some fudge chocolate icecream abomination.

Her jacket had been tossed haphazardly beside her. Still dressed for the job, but enough indication that she was as 'off the clock' as she could be. "Didn't know I was missin'." she quipped. "Hey, if you filed a missing persons report, which trash pile do you think it'd end up in? Th' President wouldn't even know one of his dipshits were gone."

It was friendly banter. Because he was more than a connection for information, something about him clicked.

[thelvadams]

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[ccmyguns]

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loyalandroid​:

It opened it’s mouth to respond only to be quickly silenced by her command. It had no idea why she was so upset with it at first, but then it realized the problem when she explained that her name was also CC. Perhaps that was why she thought it was toying with her.

“My original designation is SQ800. Though my creator thought it would be better if I had a more human name. I chose the name CC. It is short for carbon copy. I am sorry for the confusion.”

Her brow raised as the android explained itself. So, it wasn’t being a smartass and no one had put it up to the task. “Alright.” her shoulders lifted with a quick shrug just like that. “I can respect that. CC’s a damn good name.”

Claire took a step back and shot the other CC a fingergun gesture. “You wouldn’t know where the vice-Pres is right now? Ah, on second thought more fun tracking him down.” She made a shooting gesture and turned to take her leave deciding she didn’t mind the android so much after all.

[jonahsimms]

make me choose: → @ygriite asked rosa or gina? 

[ccmyguns]

loyalandroid​:

“CC,” it repeated again in confusion.

smart-ass

irritatingly clever or smug

It did not believe it was behaving in such a way. Perhaps that wasn’t the answer she wanted?

That gave Claire reason to scoff. “Just who do you think you are — don’t answer that.” she dismissed with a quick wave of her hand knowing full well another ‘CC’ from the android would make her scream.

“That’s my name. I will drop your ass if you’re toying with me... CC.”

[ccmyguns]

@loyalandroid​

“Listen here smartass, I asked for your name.”

[ccmyguns]

Remember this asshole’s blog after 3 years and Tumblr ate its name.

[pridefulsuggestion]

there is more to living than being alive. but between that and the other – being alive is enough.

[ccmyguns]

    – Well, whatever Claire was about to say had to be important if she was actually pausing in eating. Quite the rarity, that. … and yet, Ignis couldn’t help but to duck his head. He wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or amused ; after all, Claire wasn’t wrong on any of those claims.

Perhaps he’d allow a bit of both, if only because he knew she wasn’t… entirely teasing.

“What can I say? I prefer a well-organised life.” Ignis shrugged a little before lifting his head, watching Claire once more. “I’m well aware that people call me a control freak, and I won’t deny it. I like having a clean apartment.

“Of course, you’re welcome to see it for yourself. If you ever get the time.”

“I would love to see your apartment sometime. It’d be a learning experience, you know, see the world of someone who has everything in their life together -- ah, down to the organised book shelf, I bet you have one of those too.” she didn’t particularly mean to come off as a smart ass, but Ignis was a Turk, and that alone meant he was going to tolerate her attitude far better than a civilian might.

Claire tilted her head a small fraction, giving Ignis a thoughtful once-over before she took up her cutlery again. “I’ll even bring a nice bottle of wine. You have to feed me though, you look like a man who actually buys food to take home.”

[ccmyguns]

    – “Perhaps.” Ignis wasn’t going to deny that. He was a Turk, after all. One couldn’t retain all of their sanity, working among others of questionable mental health. If it was crazy to share food with someone, then so be it.

Still, he allowed a small chuckle as Claire continued. “I could merely be pretending to be nice, until such time as it suits me to reveal my true, despicable nature and the fact that I don’t, in fact, have anything of my life together.”

“Ignis.” Claire half-smiled, momentarily placing down what was once his cutlery to signify that whatever she had to say was worth a pause in eating. “I don’t do laundry. I buy new underwear. I don’t plug my fridge in anymore because all I have in it is a jar of mustard and some water. I have never stepped foot in your place and I can already tell that you have clean sheets, a decorative throw on your couch and that I would actually be able to see your floor.” And yes, the jar of mustard was still in her fridge.

[ccmyguns]

Continued:

    – “I had planned to, yes.” Ignis can’t imagine why else he would have bought one of his favourite meals from the nearby cafe. … and yet, Claire looks as if she could use the food more than him. So, with a slight sigh, he nudges the bowl towards her. “Eat up. I can always purchase more.”

Claire had almost pushed away from the table in defeat, almost, until Ignis broke with a sigh and nudged his pork and rice dish closer. “... you’re crazy.” and that was all the thanks he got as she stole up his utensils to dig in to the offered food. Her body would be most grateful when she was only running on coffee and last nights gin. Or had that been vodka?

“You know,” she licked her lips between another bite, “I’m not sure you have what it takes to stay a Turk. You’ve got your shit together. And you’re nice.”

[ccmyguns]

Fuck, I shoulda been a Glaive.