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[isolaradiale]

hey, it's kazuhira miller from metal gear solid and i'd like go on hiatus. some extremely stressful stuff is happening for me rn irl and i just don't have time to concentrate on writing. thanks for your understanding!

Noted for you!

–Mod Lyra

[xokazuhira]

irl stuff has been Really bad lately and basically i’ve been really anxious and ungood for a while so i’m sorry i haven’t been replying to stuff T__T i might send in a hiatus if i think i won’t be able to meet the minimum, but i just wanted yall to know i am Alive, im just Struggling

[xokazuhira]

coluberfoxii‌:

he hadn’t thought about this before, but depending on how long kaz had worked with big boss, there was a possibility of him knowing about the les enfants terribles project.

did master know he was a clone? and kept that from him? he makes an effort to keep his composure, keeping a poker face while his thoughts race- feeling a betrayal stronger than that of campbell, and to some extent, that of big boss.

but first he has to find out.

“what do you know about les enfants terribles?”

Another question answered with a question. His smile twitches with the vaguest annoyance - sly kid, he thinks, but also incredibly frustrating. Two foxes playing at a game, snapping silently at whatever inch of weakness is exposed - and no matter how hard Kaz tries to read him, he can’t seem to get much of anything at all.

This ‘Snake’ is nothing but a bundle of mystery, and Kaz is one of the strings caught in that bundle.

“Les Enfants Terribles?” The phrase seems familiar. The 1929 French novel by Jean Cocteau? The 1950 film based on it? No, he can’t possibly be talking about those things - and then it hits him, hard.

Snake, his face obscured by a cloud of cigar smoke, muttering something about Zero, about the Patriots, about why he left - about the clones. ‘The terrible children’. The genetic legacy of the legendary soldier, preserved in eternity-

“No - you... you can’t be,” Kaz splutters, his guard completely thrown. He shakes his head quickly, trying to reposition himself on the top, regain his footing - but he’s lost it - thrown completely off mental balance, his brain spinning. “You’re saying you’re his clone? How can that even be possible?”

[xokazuhira]

foxhoundsonly‌:

God damn it, Miller.

Mantis shifted uncomfortably in his seat and peered at the phantom memory now given flesh, unsure of how to even begin to address that. For all of the comments he’s gotten about his attire, few people have the gall to just straight up ask the reason for it. Mantis tapped on his mask for emphasis as he spoke.

“Helps keep my psychic powers in check.” It was delivered dryly, matter-of-factly; frankness, he felt, was the best course of action, because the average person would awkwardly laugh it off, mentally check him off as a freak, and do their best to leave him alone. 

He took to stirring his martini, unenthused. “But it’s also a courtesy. You’d need more than a few beers to stomach this face.”

The weird dude shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with Kaz’s forwardness. But to be fair, you have to be prepared for some forwardness from people if you walk around dressed up in leather and belts. Kaz doesn’t spare him much mercy.

The answer, though, leaves him a bit winded.

Psychic powers?

That can’t be right. There’s no such thing. He opens his mouth to say just that, but a memory flashes through his mind - hadn’t Snake said something just as strange? I saw ghosts in Tselinoyarsk. He’d thought the same thing then - there’s no such thing - but the haunted look in Snake’s eyes had made the words die on his tongue. Whether it was a twisted memory from the trauma of killing his own mentor or if he had really seen ghosts, Kaz had preferred to push it from his memory.

But since coming to this city, he’s seen a lot of shit.

Psychic powers? Fine.

Kaz chuckles, taking a sip from his drink. “Can’t be that bad. I know I don’t look it, but - I’ve seen a lot of combat. You see lots of grotesque things on the battlefield. I’ve got a strong stomach for that, trust me.”

He pauses, taking another moment to study the man next to him. How does he drink his martini with that shit on? Is there a place to stick a straw through? He almost laughs out loud at the imagery of that - instead, he opts for another question, simple: “What’s your name, by the way? I’m Kaz. Been here for about a month for now... I’m still getting used to things around here.”

[xokazuhira]

molchun-ya‌:

‘I’ll kill her myself!’

Those words echoed in the back of her mind as she looked at the very man who had said them; it was truly hard to believe they were the same person. And yet there was no mistaking it, she never forgot a face. He’d wanted her dead and now he was…what? Trying to seduce her? Flattering, but no.

Was it possible that this was a Miller from the past? That sounded crazy. He wasn’t the Terminator. But he didn’t seem to have any idea who she was, and that was just as crazy.

Reluctantly, she sighed and nodded. She’d like to know what was going on, at least.

Quiet. That’s fine. Maybe she’s shy, and doesn’t want to talk to strangers much. He understands; lots of girls don’t feel comfortable chatting it up with random men. Still, it does create the conundrum of what his approach is going to be in striking up a conversation with her.

With a flourish, he pinches the corners of his towel between his fingers and then whips it out, the force of his movement letting it flap through the air, its thin surface rippling before he sets it down to cover the surface of the chair. He then plops himself right down on it, lying on his side like one of your French girls.

"So, not much for swimming, huh?” He glances at the pool. There’s lots of younger folks splashing around; maybe it’s the kids who’ve driven her out of the water. Who knows. “I get you. Can be a bit boring without company.”

[phantombxss]

He just got here and already he’s very tired. Figures from his past keep popping up and he doesn’t want to deal with any of that right now. He wants to settle in and enjoy not being in charge of anything for a while.

He hears him before he spots him. Miller. And when he finally does come into view, he’s…not at all like he remembers him. Wait, no…before the helicopter incident. And before that too. Boss’s memories. Not his.

“Miller. You’re here too.”

@xokazuhira

[xokazuhira]

This isn’t an area of town Kaz likes to frequent - he much prefers the cushy, lavish surroundings near his own apartment - but sometimes it’s worth it to get a breath of fresh air, to leave the ward of gold and riches and delve into the parts less luxurious.

He’s chatting up a random lady, only half-interested in the conversation, when a soft, vaguely familiar voice calls his name.

Miller.

He looks up, brows furrowed. The sea of people parts to expose a rugged face. Familiar, yet not. Kaz steps forward, the sounds around him muted, air pushed out of his lungs in a gasping exhalation.

“...Snake?”

He reaches out a hand, unsure what to do - he settles for the extended fingers of a handshake. He looks... older? And since when did Snake call him ‘Miller’? The questions pass through his mind, fast impressions, none leaving enough of a mark for him to voice them. Instead he opts for the simplest:

“What happened to you?”

[xokazuhira]

rauubtier‌:

“It’s my name.” She has no desire to detail herself, to spell out who she is and where she’s been. Too many people have asked those questions of her, and at this point, Wolf is far too fed up to do anything more than bark off the questions with a glare and a closed fist. “It’s been my name for a long time, so, I suppose there’s no true origin for it.” That much is a small lie, but she’s unwilling to offer more information.

Wolf is a soldier, after all, all sleek muscle and gleaming eyes. It’s likely a beautiful thing to those who appreciate the power involved. “It’s not something to focus on, don’t you think? Hyperfocusing has a way of leading to downfall.” It’s no warning, but the sweetness in her smile is almost syrupy. 

“What brings you out here?” She goes for a safer route, tilting her head to the other and raising an eyebrow.

She avoids the question effortlessly, but it only leaves Kaz wanting more. This alluring woman of mystery has him entranced. She continues - something about hyperfocusing and downfalls and all of that - but it falls on ears that won’t listen, because Kaz is tunnel visioning on her hard. She’s just so drop-dead gorgeous.

Then, a question: why he’s here. Well, that, he can answer, and hopefully he can maneuver the situation back into his advantage and stop mentally drooling over this beauty.

“Oh, well - I was just on my way back to my place. I’m in the Golden Ward - high-rise apartments. It’s a welcome change from where I used to crash.” He laughs a bit, reminisces about sweaty stinky bunkers and the old cabin MSF used to call home before they moved to their offshore base. “I’m used to more... cramped living quarters, if you know what I mean. Can’t really say I miss it, though. It’s great having all that room to yourself.”

He resists the urge to go off on a tangent - no doubt he’d bore her with his talk of all the crap that went down in the Mother Base bunks. But then, he reminds himself, she’s not just an ordinary civilian - and so he steers the conversation with a carefully poised question: “How about you? Are you enjoying your time here on this island? I know we’ve been basically kidnapped from our worlds, but... it’s kind of nice, having a break from all the fighting.”

[xokazuhira]

coluberfoxii‌:

it’s odd, maneuvering around master- kaz, this way, snake thought it would be easy to manage and get a read out of him, but the man is just so different from what he remembers- it might as well be dealing with someone else entirely.

“you did? so you don’t want to work with him anymore?” he words that specifically to find out, because given the current situation, kaz doesn’t have a chance to work with big boss as of now.

there’s a hint of a sneer upon snake’s features as the other smiles and holds out his hand, hm, better play this on a 50/50- see what this could bring to his favor.

“i’m snake, surprising huh?” he holds the blond’s hand, and shakes it.

So he’s an enemy.

Kaz isn’t sure what to make of that. Big Boss has made plenty of enemies; the existence of one is no surprise to him. What does baffle him is that this man isn’t just an enemy of Big Boss, but an enemy of Big Boss who knows Kaz, and even knows him as master.

“Well - even if I did, it’s not like it matters here,” Kaz says.

The man’s handshake is firm, but not overbearing; Kaz shakes back professionally, then lowers his hand back to his side. Posture relaxed, a bit of a confident but curious air... he just doesn’t know what to make of this person. But then they give their name, or rather ‘title’ would be more appropriate: ‘Snake’.

Snake?

“Yeah, that’s definitely surprising...” Kaz’s brows knit together. “Forgive me for my confusion, but - why the name? You know that’s the same codename Big Boss went under during Operation Snake Eater...”

[xokazuhira]

By the way, I hope it is okay that I have been referring to you as mi papi... I just want people to understand my feelings for you.

I’m way too young to be your father!

…but, if that’s what makes you happy…

[xokazuhira]

agaratnora‌:

Wow, it worked even better than she had expected! Mr. Sunglasses Pompadour looked like a kicked puppy, his cool facade entirely wiped away. Sure, Nora could have gone even further on the offensive–breaking down his ego, seeing what gooey vulnerabilities lay beneath–but…

Well. She was trying not to be that kind of person anymore. Wasn’t she?

Instead she laughed. 

“Alright, Johnny Bravo, I’ll take it. Maybe you should go wash off some of that shame, though… just saying.”

Nora grabbed the towel from him, spreading it out on the space he left, and settled down in a pose of pure relaxation. No, wait. There really wasn’t enough space for two, was there… She stretched out, jabbing him pointedly more than once. 

“Come on, old man. Make some room for the next generation, won’t you?”

Kaz sniffles, scrunched up on the small sliver of rock as the woman splays out completely on the spot that was once his. “I told you, I’m not old,” he replies, sighing. “I’m 28! You can’t be that much younger than me... right?”

He glances at her face. She’s maybe, 25? So around his age. Right?

I mean, how he is he supposed to know. All he knows is that being called old is offensive to his delicate sensibilities. He’s used to being the youngest one around - feeling old is not a familiar nor welcome feeling for him.

It’s at this juncture he decides to actually take a closer look at that arm of hers - it’s fascinating. There’s no way something that level of intricate could have been created during his time - she must be from the future, or something, he figures, but he wonders if it’s rude to ask - he doesn’t know if it’s polite to ask those kinds of questions.

[xokazuhira]

otacontinue‌:

Hal averts his eyes under the weight of Kaz’s gaze. He leans away subconsciously on the heels of his beat-up sneakers.  

How do you break this kind of news? Oh, uh, sorry, uh, you’re dead? There’s just no good way to go about it. He sucks in a deep breath. 

“I…”

“To my knowledge, uh, you… you were assassinated. In your home. Someone took out a hit on you, and, well… they succeeded. I-I wasn’t there, but it sure looked like you put up a good fight, given the mess inside.” Does that even help? Will it matter to a dead man, in the long run? It’s not like he’s ever been a soldier. Never wanted to be.

The kind of humiliation of dying cornered by the enemy is something he may never understand.

“I’m sorry.”

Oh.

Well, that’s definitely one way to put a damper on the mood, huh?

Assassinated in his home. With him struggling, no less. There’s a lot of feelings that gives him - some good, some bad - but mostly he’s confused - was he alone? And who would carry out a hit on him? He’s made plenty of enemies, but to target him specifically, that has to be personal, to some degree, right? But alone - alone - that one thing just keeps sticking to him.

Maybe it’s stupid, but - he thought -

The questions continue racing through his mind at lightning speeds. He struggles to keep his face composed, which results in him giving Emmerich this vaguely uncomfortable, confused look.

“Oh,” he says out loud, full seconds after Hal’s mumbled apology.

“Uh... well. Thanks for telling me.” He rubs the back of his head. He needs to move this to a different topic, now, but the questions just won’t stop. Does he want to keep asking more? Should he just leave it alone? He doesn’t know. Instead he stands there in silence, unsure where to proceed.

Finally, he picks up on a detail, his brows knit together. “Wait - you were in my house? Why?”

[foxhoundsonly-blog]

@xokazuhira 

It didn’t take long for Mantis to find the dingiest bar he could, one practically empty save for himself and the bartender, who seemed too creeped out by his look to really strike up conversation– just the way he liked it. Dull tunes from the 80′s crackled out of an old speaker in the corner, and Mantis sat in silence, slouched at the counter with an untouched martini in his hands. The bartender was kind enough to put a straw in the drink, presumably on account of his mask, but Mantis had yet to make any move to adjust it accordingly.

Probably for the best. He did not move or look when the quiet chime of the bell signalled a new customer, or when the bartender greeted them kindly. Only when he felt a warm body slide up next to him at the counter did Mantis turn to acknowledge them– and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight.

Miller. It was him, unmistakably so, though he looked younger, healthier, and happier; this was not the Miller he hazily recalled from 1984. Had all of his limbs too. Mantis shifted uncomfortably in his seat and ultimately decided to look away without a word, banking on the off-chance Miller wouldn’t want to chat with the leatherbound gas mask-wearing freak. Why did this always seem to happen?

[xokazuhira]

Kaz doesn’t normally frequent these parts of town. The shadier areas are filled with all kinds of characters who, in any other situation, he might perceive as potential recruits... but MSF doesn’t exist here, and he’s not recruiting - and so he doesn’t have much reason to be skulking around in such a sketchy place. But here he is anyways - skulking around, though he’s not entirely sure why. Eventually he finds himself outside of a bar just as dingy as the rest of the street - and he swings the door open, stepping in, wondering what it is that brought him here in the first place.

The place is mostly empty, save the bartender, and... uh. Hmm.

Maybe he’s in the wrong area, because the guy in front of him looks like he belongs in more of a Red Light District type place. Outfitted with a gas mask and like, a bunch of belts, he could be straight out of a really, really weird fetish video.

But hell, he’s bored - he’ll take it. He sits right down next to the guy, orders a beer, and taps his fingers lightly on the counter.

“So, uh... what’s with the getup? You an actor or something?”

[foazybutts-deactivated20190525]

Do Not Embrace The Short Commander

[xokazuhira]

shamelessmage‌:

He’s standing there, dumbfounded for a few moments, she considers tapping her foot on the ground while she waits- then whoosh he’s all there in one go. Run? Run where? To one of those ‘safe zones’ There weren’t any nearby- they were still close to the center of the city!

“Aren’t you some kind of warrior or something, can’t you just shoot them!?”

She’s getting a little heated, her voices a little more stressed than usual.  When a small portal opens up above them- a mess a bones and flesh falling out just to their left.

“Disgusting.” She says the words with venom in every letter, and instinctively- she raises her hand to cast Seraphim- which she can’t- shouldn’t be able too. Yet light wraps around her arms- then hand, forming into a small ball- tiny specks flying all about. She doesn’t fire it right away.

“… Oh?” She’s more confused than anything, they had said something about giving them a means to fight, is this what they meant? Her disgust turns into a wicked little smile. She’s okay with this. This is nice. The creature had only just started to stand, letting out a hideous roar- before the sparks- the tiny faeries and white light envelop it and burn it down to nothing in a few a seconds.

She stares at her hand for a second, thunder … Wind … Fire … Light … Death.

It’s all there, she can feel the magic rushing in her veins and it feels so good, like it was never gone in the first place. She gives a kind smile to Kazuhira, it didn’t matter if her magic were back, that didn’t change the fact that she was a lady.

“That was quite unexpected, what’d they return to you Kazuhira? I trust you got … Well, something.”

“Shoot them? I don’t have a-” Kaz cuts himself off as some horrendous, horrible thing spawns next to them - a mass of bones and flesh and sinew that shouldn’t be alive. Yet it moves, baring its teeth, a groan emanating from its throat, and in that moment he nearly pisses himself. It shouldn’t be fucking real.

But what’s even more unreal is what happens next. Sonya’s hand lifts, and-

“-holy shit-”

-his eyes widen in shock as light gathers around her arm, then at her fingertips, forming sparks that envelope the creature, burning it into ash.

For a moment he tries to find the appropriate words to describe what he’s just witnessed - magic? - but he’s pulled out of his stupor by the sound of her voice, a question, which doesn’t quite process in his mind because he’s still trying to comprehend what in the absolute hell fuckery he just witnessed.

“I... uh...” he babbles, looking down at his hands - he hadn’t even processed a gun had appeared in them. The weight felt so familiar he must have just ignored it - especially with the other things occurring around them.

“Look, I - hold on, what was that you did earlier? I - I can’t believe I’m saying this, but - was that magic?”

[xokazuhira]

pazifica‌:

It really was a shame she couldn’t eat – that burger probably would’ve lightened her mood a little. She knew well how good he was at serving those up. Oh well, just another piece of happiness she could no longer enjoy.

“I did – I spent most of this past week in it, fighting off those monsters. But, after all that usage with no maintenaince… it eventually fell. I do not know if it is ‘here’ anymore – but it should be. This place is capable of creating it, so even if it is gone, we can get it back, somehow.”

But, as for their potential help…

“…I spoke to Strangelove. She does not seem to… like me. But, she does seem to sympathize with my ideals to an extent. We may be able to work on her, and bring her to us. As for Emmerich… I have no idea. Worst case scenario, we explain his father’s legacy in full, and urge him to subvert it by using that weapon for good.”

“There are others I have met who seem to have knowledge of Snake, or were part of the units he founded, but we can discuss that at another time. What I think you would be most useful with is the next part of this plan: the front. You see, in order to establish a unit like this, we will need a way to launder our resources – this much is obvious. And we will get that by way of an innocuous front.”

“You may balk at this, but – a food pantry. Or rather, a mixture of that, a food bank, and a soup kitchen. So long as that is run cleanly, it will improve not only our public reputation, but will bring more people to us – people we could potentially recruit, should they seem usable. You would be the 'owner’ of this, and we would stay afloat by way of donations, sponsorships, acquisitions of surplus food from manufacturers and grocery stores, or even food we grow ourselves, should we include a garden.”

“This would operate on a 'pay what you can’ model for those who use it, although there would be a limit of how much of any one thing can be given to a person or family at one time. Plus… operating a humanitarian effort may just deter those from becoming monsters, themselves. You might even consider this a double-pronged approach to the extermination of evil. Both prevention, and elimination of those already too far gone.”

“Strangelove doesn’t like you?” His brows knit together. Funny, he couldn’t remember the woman ever expressing such a sentiment. But then again, if Paz revealed her true identity as a spy to her, it would make sense that she would dislike her for the breach of trust... still, he couldn’t recall there being any bad blood between the two.

‘There are others... who were part of the units Snake founded.’ What could that mean? As far as Kaz knew, there was only MSF, which means hypothetically they should be loyal to him as well, and also know of Paz - but he’d ask on that later, because she’s already moving on to another topic.

He puts his hand to his chin. It’s not a bad idea. And he’s not totally opposed to running a food pantry, at least conceptually. “I think that might work, yeah. But what would your role be in it? I dunno if we wanna go with an ‘angel of the food pantry’ for you. Moreover, it’s important to consider how public you want your role in this to be. The more front-facing you are, the more danger you’re being put in.” He’s not gonna say it out loud, but even with her spearheading the movement and all, Kaz isn’t comfortable with putting a teenage girl out in the line of fire.

[meridia-txt]

@xokazuhira

For the first time in years, the woman decided to take some time to properly relax. The Archimedes Ward offered a lavish pool for the public to take a refreshing swim, but swimming wasn’t something Quiet could do without suffocating anymore. Instead, she was content with simply basking in the sun on one of the many lounge chairs dotting the edge of the pool. It was the closest thing to a resort the woman had ever experienced.

To fit the occasion, she had chosen to wear a blue two-piece bikini, complete with a pair of sunglasses. With her arms draped lazily on her stomach, she laid on her back in the chair, closed her eyes, and hummed along to the Cyndi Lauper playing loudly from the portable radio next to her chair. 

By all accounts, it was the happiest she had felt in a long time. Until something cast a shadow on her face.

Quiet opened her eyes to look up at what was disturbing her sun bathing, and what she saw nearly made her jump to her feet. Kazuhira Miller stood over her, but what was so shocking to her was not just the sight of his limbs no longer missing, it was how he smiled at her.

Not once had she ever seen the man smile, it was almost unnerving. She stared at him in shock, waiting for him to say something.

[xokazuhira]

As much as Kaz hated being away from MSF, he had to admit - the new Spirale was pretty awesome. No longer a city of ruins, instead it offered all the attractions one could hope for, with four distinct wards to match the mood of the day, each with its own flavor and aesthetic.

And today’s mood? Babe hunting, naturally.

So far Kaz has had pretty shit luck - he chalks it up to culture shock: being put in a world full of people unlike any he’s ever seen before has proven to be quite the challenge. As a result, he’s been steering clear of any of the Renaissance Fair looking people, instead going towards areas that are a bit more contemporary - so here he is, at the pool, in his speedo, Abs Out, scouting the area for babes.

And boy, is there a babe today. Perfect figure, a cute bikini, AND she’s all by herself. Putting on his best winning smile, he slides right on over.

“Mind if I sit here?” he motions to the reclining chair adjacent to her, his towel tucked under his arm.

[xokazuhira]

sanpatron‌:

“ Sure do! Can’t exactly just give out my real name considering what I do. And hey, keep focus! Last thing I need is one of these fuckers swiping your head off clean. ” he yells out after firing at one of the monsters in the head. Seems like something caught Kaz off guard. No matter, happens sometimes. As the fighting continues an overwhelmingly bright light soon emerges from the various pillars across the city and begins to wipe out what’s left of the creatures they were fighting. Whatever weapons the men held began to disappear as well prompting the Boss to look rather heartbroken at his loss.

His focus however would soon turn towards the miraculous sight they witnessed before them; the island reforming and coming back to life. There was something so mesmerizing, so unfathomable about all this that the Boss truly could not help but feel awestruck at it all. “ Jesus H. Christ… ” Amazing at how a shithole of an island could really clean itself up like this. He couldn’t believe it. Has to take a moment to let it all sink in. “ Yeah.. I’m seeing this. It’s insane. ” He looks back towards Kaz, genuine shock on his face. Takes him a moment to find the words but when he does the Boss simply asks;

“ You wanna.. take a look around..? ”

“Hell yeah.”

Kaz straightens out his ruffled attire, first; on the off-chance they run into a pretty girl, he doesn’t want to look like he just got mauled by a bear (which he might as well have, considering what actually did attack him is something he... would prefer not to think about or acknowledge as real). Glancing at his new friend - the Boss - he follows his lead, and the two men enter the nearest building, practically admiring the clean, sleek beauty of the architecture in comparison to the ruins which once stood there.

“Sorry for getting distracted back there,” he says, rubbing the back of his head. He hadn’t meant to, but... “What’s your business, anyway? You say you can’t give your real name cause of what you do...” Kaz looks the other up and down. Was the guy mafia? Definitely some type of organized crime, Kaz figured. Still...