Title: .:Claymore RP:. [First Mission Epilogue]
Description: .:Back at ST:.
Description: .:Back at ST:.
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:10 PM (GMT)
Poster: Elcura
OOC:
A few things I wanna say before the epilogue begins. Mainly it's about post format, while most people most in a way that's easy to read, others do not. A simple layout helps that, for example:
At the top of your post, have your name. Something like Name, but you can vary that a bit, .:Name:.
Text is normal, don't do any long run on sentences that end after 3 lines. "Speech text" should be in quotation marks and bolded (highlight the text and press ctrl+b to do it easy). "Thoughts should" also in quotation marks, but should be in italics (ctrl+I). You can colour the text if you feel you must, however if you abuse it and use overly bright and stupid colours that make stuff hard to read, then I'll just say no to color in the future.
You can't control the actions of NPCs, I said this before, I warned people in the last mission (without fear of anything) and reminded gently etcetc. You should all be used to this by now so I don't expect to see it. I will only allow it if you clear the action/speech with me first. You also can't control the actions/speech of any PC unless you get their consent to do so. So ask in the other thread or PM them and get clearance. Don't rely on this though, since I'll only allow NPC control if I feel you need it. Also, don't go around controlling other people's characters because someone's being lazy, or they haven't posted in a while. Be patient and all that.
Absofuckinglutely no godmodding. Zero tolerance with this, do not disregard what I or Miria have said about an action and go off in your own little world doing whatever you please. Remember, we control the outcomes, you decide the course of action.
That's all I have to say for now, but if I think of something else or someone else thinks there's something that needs to be added (let me know) I'll add it later. Enough with the psuedo nazi-ness, let's get on with the game. Sorry for the delay, I slept longer than I thought I would.
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IC: [Black Suit debriefing]
The suits had waited for everyone to settle down. Some were later than others and some in better shape. Everyone stared at their handlers, silent and cold. The chills sent down the trainee survivors spines came from the gritty anticipation. They were about to see if they had made it into the ranks of the greats. Some were nervous, others excited, all burned with a passion to be a help to the world.
The the darkness approached an old man dressed in black. His cape glided across the floor, but didn't hide his body. His hood reached around his head, with strand of hair curled around his neck, blowing in the wind across his chest.
"Good job, young trainees," the man said, pausing slightly to look at all the survivors left "today was your final test. A mission to see who would get to be instated, as a warrior. And become that which they most want." He raised his hand as he finished his sentence, beckoning forth another being. A female warrior, the one with the weird hair had seemingly appeared out of nowhere and stood silently next to the man. "Today was not just about how well you can fight. There are many other factors that decide the outcome of battle, you will be judged and evaluated based on many things. Your potential is being decided, and soon you will have the results of your final mission."
He looked at all the trainees, there were 20 in total, but a few caught his eye. "This will be a competition between all of them, I wonder who will prove the most valuable in the end." Slowly his eyes panned across Sisteena, Lindy, Cecily, Alerian, Deimos, Arc, Farleen and Kaiserin. He was surprised to see 2 males had survived. According to the reports, every male sent in the field had either died or awakened. "They will be amongst the last of the males still in our ranks. Perhaps it would be especially wise to keep a close eye on them." He continued to muse quietly, while the trainee's became restless. One of them spoke up though "What will happen to those who don't get instated...um, sir." a fellow trainee said, voice quivering with fear.
"There are always spots open, we will consider those who have yet to be ranked in the future if need be," he stopped for a little bit, seemingly remembering something as he had pointed his had at a black suited on the far left of the line. The man nodded and walked away swiftly, he continued "those people might be called upon sooner than they think."
Worries filled the mind of the 20 hopefuls. What would become of those who weren't ranked and weren't called upon in the future?
"We are going to finish our deliberation, we will call you together when the time comes. Please, rest easy until then." The man turned around, cape and hair gracefully following suit, he walked off into the distance with the warrior and the rest of the handlers following him. All the trainees could do was wait...
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OOC: You can talk for a while now, talk to people you haven't done so yet and so on. Rankings coming soon =P Yes, yes, I know you're all waiting to hear them lol
OOC:
A few things I wanna say before the epilogue begins. Mainly it's about post format, while most people most in a way that's easy to read, others do not. A simple layout helps that, for example:
At the top of your post, have your name. Something like Name, but you can vary that a bit, .:Name:.
Text is normal, don't do any long run on sentences that end after 3 lines. "Speech text" should be in quotation marks and bolded (highlight the text and press ctrl+b to do it easy). "Thoughts should" also in quotation marks, but should be in italics (ctrl+I). You can colour the text if you feel you must, however if you abuse it and use overly bright and stupid colours that make stuff hard to read, then I'll just say no to color in the future.
You can't control the actions of NPCs, I said this before, I warned people in the last mission (without fear of anything) and reminded gently etcetc. You should all be used to this by now so I don't expect to see it. I will only allow it if you clear the action/speech with me first. You also can't control the actions/speech of any PC unless you get their consent to do so. So ask in the other thread or PM them and get clearance. Don't rely on this though, since I'll only allow NPC control if I feel you need it. Also, don't go around controlling other people's characters because someone's being lazy, or they haven't posted in a while. Be patient and all that.
Absofuckinglutely no godmodding. Zero tolerance with this, do not disregard what I or Miria have said about an action and go off in your own little world doing whatever you please. Remember, we control the outcomes, you decide the course of action.
That's all I have to say for now, but if I think of something else or someone else thinks there's something that needs to be added (let me know) I'll add it later. Enough with the psuedo nazi-ness, let's get on with the game. Sorry for the delay, I slept longer than I thought I would.
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IC: [Black Suit debriefing]
The suits had waited for everyone to settle down. Some were later than others and some in better shape. Everyone stared at their handlers, silent and cold. The chills sent down the trainee survivors spines came from the gritty anticipation. They were about to see if they had made it into the ranks of the greats. Some were nervous, others excited, all burned with a passion to be a help to the world.
The the darkness approached an old man dressed in black. His cape glided across the floor, but didn't hide his body. His hood reached around his head, with strand of hair curled around his neck, blowing in the wind across his chest.
"Good job, young trainees," the man said, pausing slightly to look at all the survivors left "today was your final test. A mission to see who would get to be instated, as a warrior. And become that which they most want." He raised his hand as he finished his sentence, beckoning forth another being. A female warrior, the one with the weird hair had seemingly appeared out of nowhere and stood silently next to the man. "Today was not just about how well you can fight. There are many other factors that decide the outcome of battle, you will be judged and evaluated based on many things. Your potential is being decided, and soon you will have the results of your final mission."
He looked at all the trainees, there were 20 in total, but a few caught his eye. "This will be a competition between all of them, I wonder who will prove the most valuable in the end." Slowly his eyes panned across Sisteena, Lindy, Cecily, Alerian, Deimos, Arc, Farleen and Kaiserin. He was surprised to see 2 males had survived. According to the reports, every male sent in the field had either died or awakened. "They will be amongst the last of the males still in our ranks. Perhaps it would be especially wise to keep a close eye on them." He continued to muse quietly, while the trainee's became restless. One of them spoke up though "What will happen to those who don't get instated...um, sir." a fellow trainee said, voice quivering with fear.
"There are always spots open, we will consider those who have yet to be ranked in the future if need be," he stopped for a little bit, seemingly remembering something as he had pointed his had at a black suited on the far left of the line. The man nodded and walked away swiftly, he continued "those people might be called upon sooner than they think."
Worries filled the mind of the 20 hopefuls. What would become of those who weren't ranked and weren't called upon in the future?
"We are going to finish our deliberation, we will call you together when the time comes. Please, rest easy until then." The man turned around, cape and hair gracefully following suit, he walked off into the distance with the warrior and the rest of the handlers following him. All the trainees could do was wait...
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OOC: You can talk for a while now, talk to people you haven't done so yet and so on. Rankings coming soon =P Yes, yes, I know you're all waiting to hear them lol
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:14 PM (GMT)
Poster: kenjmg
OCC: Just decide to start things off thought I haven't decide which other character will Arc talk to beside Deimon. Anyway let's get this started and do it in Elcura format.
IC:
Arc
Arc quietly listened to the black suit and female half-breed warrior's speech as he observed them as close as he could. Arc was most intrested in finding out who will make the ranks and what ranks they get but can't do anything about that now. Arc figured, "Hmmm... I think they are only seriously considering about half of this group and it appears Deimon and I are some of the ones that are being considered. However I don't like that crack in that guys poker face when he looked over Deimon and me. Was that dissapointment or shock? And judging by the lack of male, half-breed trainees, probally both."
Then a fellow trainee spoke out in a voice quivering in fear, "What will happen to those who don't get instated...um, sir?" During the brief pause after Arc thought, "That is an intresting yet dangerous question I would really like to hear the anwser to this." The reply give by the man in black was. "There are always spots open, we will consider those who have yet to be ranked in the future if need be," the man in black then gave a thoughtful paused before he continued with, "those people might be called upon sooner than they think." "Oh so pretty much he saying that we won't last long due to either dying or awakening but, don't worry those who aren't chosen will soon be filling those position and any other place they needed filled. How nice of them?" Arc thought sarcasticly. Then Arc contiuned with a worry, "Too bad, that is what is most likely to pass."
"We are going to finish our deliberation, we will call you together when the time comes. Please, rest easy until then." said the man in black as he turned around and left. The warrior who was with him and the handlers follow suit leaving all the trainees to there own devices. "Now, is a good time to meet other half-breed. Some of them may make good comrades," Arc thought. Arc then whispered to Deimon who was still by him, "Deimon it looks like this is a good time as any, to make friends with other warrior or future warrior. And by the look of the looks that guy in black gave us we are going to need all the friend we can get."
OCC: Just decide to start things off thought I haven't decide which other character will Arc talk to beside Deimon. Anyway let's get this started and do it in Elcura format.
IC:
Arc
Arc quietly listened to the black suit and female half-breed warrior's speech as he observed them as close as he could. Arc was most intrested in finding out who will make the ranks and what ranks they get but can't do anything about that now. Arc figured, "Hmmm... I think they are only seriously considering about half of this group and it appears Deimon and I are some of the ones that are being considered. However I don't like that crack in that guys poker face when he looked over Deimon and me. Was that dissapointment or shock? And judging by the lack of male, half-breed trainees, probally both."
Then a fellow trainee spoke out in a voice quivering in fear, "What will happen to those who don't get instated...um, sir?" During the brief pause after Arc thought, "That is an intresting yet dangerous question I would really like to hear the anwser to this." The reply give by the man in black was. "There are always spots open, we will consider those who have yet to be ranked in the future if need be," the man in black then gave a thoughtful paused before he continued with, "those people might be called upon sooner than they think." "Oh so pretty much he saying that we won't last long due to either dying or awakening but, don't worry those who aren't chosen will soon be filling those position and any other place they needed filled. How nice of them?" Arc thought sarcasticly. Then Arc contiuned with a worry, "Too bad, that is what is most likely to pass."
"We are going to finish our deliberation, we will call you together when the time comes. Please, rest easy until then." said the man in black as he turned around and left. The warrior who was with him and the handlers follow suit leaving all the trainees to there own devices. "Now, is a good time to meet other half-breed. Some of them may make good comrades," Arc thought. Arc then whispered to Deimon who was still by him, "Deimon it looks like this is a good time as any, to make friends with other warrior or future warrior. And by the look of the looks that guy in black gave us we are going to need all the friend we can get."
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:16 PM (GMT)
Poster: Phantom Miria (aka Riful)
.:Black Suit:.
The black cloaked handlers gathered to analyze and grade the survivors of the massacre, a total of 20 out of what was originally to begin with 200 aspiring trainees. It was a disastrous loss in some ways and a they caught the feeling reflected on some of the faces. Nontheless this was the common procedure as standardized by the organization long before any of the trainees had been born. It was a difficult battle they just underwent, non of the cloaks blamed them for the trouble. Afterall, a first hand experience in combat never produced too much survivors against a nest of yoma.
Sun had long vanished to be replaced by the glow of the brightly lit crescent looking down on the company of warriors below. Though they were tired and some heavily injured, they were alive from the unlucky rest. As the trainees attended to their injuries and recovered their lost vitality, a woman walked towards the cloaked men of the Organization. She greeted the rest gathered and was greeted back by Rubel "Agrias I see you've turned up then I assume Rimuto himself is busy? I see you brought Lans with you as the escort." The woman nodded and with her arrival they began to rank the survivors.
"Trainees, you have all done exceptionally well. I am happy to see so many had survived compared to our last generation. It is regrettable but though you have survived the ranks will be issued out to those who have performed above our expectations. However, keep in mind that as Ortre has mentioned vacant places will be avaialble in the future. With that I commence the ranking."
She took the Claymore of the one they refferred to as Lans and drew specific symbols on the ground with each name assigned to the insignias.
.:Black Suit:.
The black cloaked handlers gathered to analyze and grade the survivors of the massacre, a total of 20 out of what was originally to begin with 200 aspiring trainees. It was a disastrous loss in some ways and a they caught the feeling reflected on some of the faces. Nontheless this was the common procedure as standardized by the organization long before any of the trainees had been born. It was a difficult battle they just underwent, non of the cloaks blamed them for the trouble. Afterall, a first hand experience in combat never produced too much survivors against a nest of yoma.
Sun had long vanished to be replaced by the glow of the brightly lit crescent looking down on the company of warriors below. Though they were tired and some heavily injured, they were alive from the unlucky rest. As the trainees attended to their injuries and recovered their lost vitality, a woman walked towards the cloaked men of the Organization. She greeted the rest gathered and was greeted back by Rubel "Agrias I see you've turned up then I assume Rimuto himself is busy? I see you brought Lans with you as the escort." The woman nodded and with her arrival they began to rank the survivors.
"Trainees, you have all done exceptionally well. I am happy to see so many had survived compared to our last generation. It is regrettable but though you have survived the ranks will be issued out to those who have performed above our expectations. However, keep in mind that as Ortre has mentioned vacant places will be avaialble in the future. With that I commence the ranking."
She took the Claymore of the one they refferred to as Lans and drew specific symbols on the ground with each name assigned to the insignias.
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:23 PM (GMT)
Poster: Elcura
Kaiserin
Kaiserin waited nerviously while the bosses talk to them. She wasn't paying much attention to the black cloaks, she was more concerned with the trainee she had dragged up the mountain. She wasn't around with the rest of the trainees, a couple of black cloaks had taken her straight away, without saying a word to her. She fidgetted the entire time the man was talking, not even stopping when he gazed over all of them. Her legs trembled under her weight, standing up was a challenge, and every second was a test of endurance and she was steadily failing. It was quite clear to her that she would have to practice her skills more, as the small amount of stamina transferred left her incredibly fatigued.
Kaiserin looked over towards the other trainees, the only ones she recognized were Sisteena and Deimos, although she didn't know their names. She looked at Deimos and blushed a little, remembering her accident in the tree and then glaced over to Sisteena who seemed a little preoccupied (she was not a master of observation, she took everything with a grain of salt), remembering her encounter with that powerful beast.
"What did they say those things were?" She thought to herself. "Handlers always did talk a lot, they sure like the sound of their own voices" She thought she thought, but the reality was she had said it out loud. "Ah crap..." She also said, with her eyes slowly narrowing shut while looking down at the floor, like a pitiful dog. Luckily the handlers had already walked away to dilberate their discission. She sighed loudly raising her head in relief, "That might have ended badly..." She thought, looking around to clarify her thought really was a thought.
"Trainees, you have all done exceptionally well. I am happy to see so many had survived compared to our last generation. It is regrettable but though you have survived the ranks will be issued out to those who have performed above our expectations. However, keep in mind that as Ortre has mentioned vacant places will be avaialble in the future. With that I commence the ranking."
Her head perked up as those words were said. She was completely in her own world until that was said. Her eyes widened in anticipation.
"Kaiserin, 47."
"WHAT?! 47?" Was this a joke? She looked around at her fellow warriors, no longer trainees but symbol baring halfbreeds. She was happy that she had a rank now, but not only was 47 last, it was so far away from home. The handlers had shown the warriors where they would be stationed. She would have to rank up quite a bit to attain rank 40 and be able to visit home. She was feeling a little shy, rank 47 was often looked down upon, but all were low ranked so it wouldn't matter anyway.
Kaiserin
Kaiserin waited nerviously while the bosses talk to them. She wasn't paying much attention to the black cloaks, she was more concerned with the trainee she had dragged up the mountain. She wasn't around with the rest of the trainees, a couple of black cloaks had taken her straight away, without saying a word to her. She fidgetted the entire time the man was talking, not even stopping when he gazed over all of them. Her legs trembled under her weight, standing up was a challenge, and every second was a test of endurance and she was steadily failing. It was quite clear to her that she would have to practice her skills more, as the small amount of stamina transferred left her incredibly fatigued.
Kaiserin looked over towards the other trainees, the only ones she recognized were Sisteena and Deimos, although she didn't know their names. She looked at Deimos and blushed a little, remembering her accident in the tree and then glaced over to Sisteena who seemed a little preoccupied (she was not a master of observation, she took everything with a grain of salt), remembering her encounter with that powerful beast.
"What did they say those things were?" She thought to herself. "Handlers always did talk a lot, they sure like the sound of their own voices" She thought she thought, but the reality was she had said it out loud. "Ah crap..." She also said, with her eyes slowly narrowing shut while looking down at the floor, like a pitiful dog. Luckily the handlers had already walked away to dilberate their discission. She sighed loudly raising her head in relief, "That might have ended badly..." She thought, looking around to clarify her thought really was a thought.
"Trainees, you have all done exceptionally well. I am happy to see so many had survived compared to our last generation. It is regrettable but though you have survived the ranks will be issued out to those who have performed above our expectations. However, keep in mind that as Ortre has mentioned vacant places will be avaialble in the future. With that I commence the ranking."
Her head perked up as those words were said. She was completely in her own world until that was said. Her eyes widened in anticipation.
"Kaiserin, 47."
"WHAT?! 47?" Was this a joke? She looked around at her fellow warriors, no longer trainees but symbol baring halfbreeds. She was happy that she had a rank now, but not only was 47 last, it was so far away from home. The handlers had shown the warriors where they would be stationed. She would have to rank up quite a bit to attain rank 40 and be able to visit home. She was feeling a little shy, rank 47 was often looked down upon, but all were low ranked so it wouldn't matter anyway.
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:25 PM (GMT)
Poster: Hynavian
Lindy
Lindy stood at attention till the Black coats left. She then looked around at the other 20 or so surviving Claymores and was relieved to see that Sisteena was among them.
"Erm what are the others without rankings going to do? Will they need to go through another test like today some time soon?"
The many injured and exhausted Claymores did not encourage Lindy to walk up to them to strike a casual conversation. Instead, she went to aid the many others who were injured.
"We'll be assigned to the various areas soon. I wonder whether I will need to under-go any covert mission in towns?"
Though it had been a long and tiring day, Lindy was still optimistic about the future and am glad that she had finally received her rank.
"I will be able to finally see how the outisde world is like! Maybe I can get to know more interesting characters and try out the various food delicacies in towns soon."
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OOC: Feel free to chat with Lindy, she's a friendly character.
Lindy
Lindy stood at attention till the Black coats left. She then looked around at the other 20 or so surviving Claymores and was relieved to see that Sisteena was among them.
"Erm what are the others without rankings going to do? Will they need to go through another test like today some time soon?"
The many injured and exhausted Claymores did not encourage Lindy to walk up to them to strike a casual conversation. Instead, she went to aid the many others who were injured.
"We'll be assigned to the various areas soon. I wonder whether I will need to under-go any covert mission in towns?"
Though it had been a long and tiring day, Lindy was still optimistic about the future and am glad that she had finally received her rank.
"I will be able to finally see how the outisde world is like! Maybe I can get to know more interesting characters and try out the various food delicacies in towns soon."
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OOC: Feel free to chat with Lindy, she's a friendly character.
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:26 PM (GMT)
Poster: Kaiserkreuz
Alerian
Stands still and listens to the black coats while scanning the other surviving trainees without doing any unnecessary movements until the black coats left.
“Thinks to himself: Errrrrr they even mistook me for a woman? and it seems that I didn’t received any rank either. Well they said that there will be another chance for us then it will be another exam of massacre I got to prepare myself.”
Still with Lindy since she is the only person he is familiar as of yet helps her in aiding the injured trainees and talks to her.
“It seems that you received the highest rank in this batch congratulation while I didn’t receive a rank hahaha. Well do I really look like a female seriously because it seems that they always mistook me for one.”
Waits for Lindy’s answer to his question with a serious look on his face.
Alerian
Stands still and listens to the black coats while scanning the other surviving trainees without doing any unnecessary movements until the black coats left.
“Thinks to himself: Errrrrr they even mistook me for a woman? and it seems that I didn’t received any rank either. Well they said that there will be another chance for us then it will be another exam of massacre I got to prepare myself.”
Still with Lindy since she is the only person he is familiar as of yet helps her in aiding the injured trainees and talks to her.
“It seems that you received the highest rank in this batch congratulation while I didn’t receive a rank hahaha. Well do I really look like a female seriously because it seems that they always mistook me for one.”
Waits for Lindy’s answer to his question with a serious look on his face.
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:27 PM (GMT)
Poster: Hynavian
Lindy
"Well, you do look pretty. Think positively! I am sure that you will get to charm many others in towns with your pretty boy look." Lindy replied Alerian with a smile, hoping that he would cheer up.
"Do you think that there will be a possibility that we will get posted to some mission together? Though I have received rank #40, I am still unsure what my duties are."
Lindy helped an injured Claymore to a clean spot so that she could rest. Turning to face Alerian, Lindy said, "And don't worry Alerian, I am sure that you will be joining the ranks soon. It is, after all, you who found me back in the woods. You're pretty good in hiding your Yoki aura."
*Lindy stomach growled*
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OOC: Lindy is hungry after a hard day work :)
Lindy
"Well, you do look pretty. Think positively! I am sure that you will get to charm many others in towns with your pretty boy look." Lindy replied Alerian with a smile, hoping that he would cheer up.
"Do you think that there will be a possibility that we will get posted to some mission together? Though I have received rank #40, I am still unsure what my duties are."
Lindy helped an injured Claymore to a clean spot so that she could rest. Turning to face Alerian, Lindy said, "And don't worry Alerian, I am sure that you will be joining the ranks soon. It is, after all, you who found me back in the woods. You're pretty good in hiding your Yoki aura."
*Lindy stomach growled*
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OOC: Lindy is hungry after a hard day work :)
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:30 PM (GMT)
Poster: Saikudoh
.: Deimos :.
"--by the look of the looks that guy in black gave us we are going to need all the friend we can get."
Deimos shifted his eyes to Arc without moving his face from where the organization's representative had stood. The waning moon silhouetted the gathering's features and cast sinister depths to ghostly flesh as they awaited the verdict on their ranking.
He glanced away. Shrugged, then murmured in return. "Friendship's no merit in our line of work, Arc. Especially since we're two of the last of the males. If not the last of them, perhaps. We may as well be hated all the same. But I'll not block you from making friends. Do as you wish.
"If you have any luck, see to it you pick one of these girls to accept your black card one day. It's the only way we can die with something human left." Deimos smiled without warmth, cold as the winters of his childhood. "I'm afraid I'll probably throw you into the fire like I did to that yoma, if you were to give me your card. Fire cleanses everything, you know."
His opinion stated, Deimos searched for a spot to rest. He found an outcropping of rock just at the edge of the crowd, to their right, and there at its foot he stuck his sword upright. For a moment he caught the eye of another Claymore--
"Oh. So she made it out, that woman who fell from the tree."
The tattered remnants of his cloak rustled to a wind borne by night's descent upon the mountains. Deimos sat in the dirt, closed his eyes, and tried to reach at a place hidden from all human perception...
"So. I can feel yoki again. I have got to get this ability under control to at least become comparable to my suppression of yoki energy to tiny tendrils of aura."
Relief eased what little tension showed on his face.
"Hmm? Ah--someone's speaking. Are we going to know our ranks now?"
Deimos opened his eyes. Blinked. The roll call had begun.
"--Arc, 46. Cecily, 43. Deimos, 45--"
"Third." The word sounded like an insult. He sighed, internal thoughts resigned if a touch amused. "Must've been due to my setting that forest fire. But I've no ambition--if that feeling can still be called that--to rise up in rank. I'll not be their pet.
I'll slaughter as many yoma as I can hunt down. That is all there is left of me.
Mother. I hope you are well. Here I am now, my own weapon against the beasts who killed Father."
Deimos crossed his arms and glowered at the moon.
.: Deimos :.
"--by the look of the looks that guy in black gave us we are going to need all the friend we can get."
Deimos shifted his eyes to Arc without moving his face from where the organization's representative had stood. The waning moon silhouetted the gathering's features and cast sinister depths to ghostly flesh as they awaited the verdict on their ranking.
He glanced away. Shrugged, then murmured in return. "Friendship's no merit in our line of work, Arc. Especially since we're two of the last of the males. If not the last of them, perhaps. We may as well be hated all the same. But I'll not block you from making friends. Do as you wish.
"If you have any luck, see to it you pick one of these girls to accept your black card one day. It's the only way we can die with something human left." Deimos smiled without warmth, cold as the winters of his childhood. "I'm afraid I'll probably throw you into the fire like I did to that yoma, if you were to give me your card. Fire cleanses everything, you know."
His opinion stated, Deimos searched for a spot to rest. He found an outcropping of rock just at the edge of the crowd, to their right, and there at its foot he stuck his sword upright. For a moment he caught the eye of another Claymore--
"Oh. So she made it out, that woman who fell from the tree."
The tattered remnants of his cloak rustled to a wind borne by night's descent upon the mountains. Deimos sat in the dirt, closed his eyes, and tried to reach at a place hidden from all human perception...
"So. I can feel yoki again. I have got to get this ability under control to at least become comparable to my suppression of yoki energy to tiny tendrils of aura."
Relief eased what little tension showed on his face.
"Hmm? Ah--someone's speaking. Are we going to know our ranks now?"
Deimos opened his eyes. Blinked. The roll call had begun.
"--Arc, 46. Cecily, 43. Deimos, 45--"
"Third." The word sounded like an insult. He sighed, internal thoughts resigned if a touch amused. "Must've been due to my setting that forest fire. But I've no ambition--if that feeling can still be called that--to rise up in rank. I'll not be their pet.
I'll slaughter as many yoma as I can hunt down. That is all there is left of me.
Mother. I hope you are well. Here I am now, my own weapon against the beasts who killed Father."
Deimos crossed his arms and glowered at the moon.
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:32 PM (GMT)
Poster: Kaiserkreuz
Alerian
Alerian loosen his serious face and smiles a little at Lindy’s reply.
“Well guess I’ll take your word for it well and I’m just happy to hear your word. As for getting posted at the same mission together there is always a chance that we’ll be in the same mission if fate desires it but I must have a rank first for that to be possible."
When hearing the grumbling sound off Lindy’s stomach. “Well it seem that you are hungry lets find something to eat what do like because you can find many edible thing here in the forest and I’m quite sure of my hunting skills.”
Smiles at Lindy when he finished his sentence.
Alerian
Alerian loosen his serious face and smiles a little at Lindy’s reply.
“Well guess I’ll take your word for it well and I’m just happy to hear your word. As for getting posted at the same mission together there is always a chance that we’ll be in the same mission if fate desires it but I must have a rank first for that to be possible."
When hearing the grumbling sound off Lindy’s stomach. “Well it seem that you are hungry lets find something to eat what do like because you can find many edible thing here in the forest and I’m quite sure of my hunting skills.”
Smiles at Lindy when he finished his sentence.
Hynavian - January 29, 2008 05:35 PM (GMT)
Poster: qbsenuef (aka Idelice)
Cecily ~{@
Cecily began to count the number of surviving trainees, each one battered and bruised but some in worse shape than others. “This is all that’s left? There’s only twenty left including me and Farleen,” she said to herself. The silver-eyed blond was horrified at the results of the mission. More than a hundred had set out that morning and now a tenth of that number was remaining. “We were dead the day we were picked up by these cloaks… the chances of living again is as thin as a hair’s breadth.”
Cecily turned her downtrodden eyes to the briefing’s campfire. The sight of scarlet cracks on the burning pieces of firewood soothed her petrified heart. The dancing embers swirled behind wandering flakes of ash. The black slivers flew up into the midnight sky, finding their place beside the feint glimmer of stars. “To each piece a soul…” the warrior whispered to the evening wind.
The designation of ranks was about to begin. Instead of being eager to hear the given posts, Cecily was preoccupied looking at a wayward moth fluttering near the fire. Suddenly the moth’s wings caught fire and it began to descend into the heart of the flame. Cecily's dangerous first mission involuntarily flashed before her eyes, but she snapped out of it when she heard her name- “…Cecily, 43, Deimos, 45…”
“43… to balance a briquet or szabla by its blunt edge upon one’s head while holding a pair of ornate daggers in both hands… hand gestures, foot movement, hips swaying appropriately to the rhythm of the drums,” Cecily mumbled softly to herself. Her rank number was the same number of the practice set she had before her family was killed that fateful night. Before she could reminisce any further, the halfbreed raised her head with a strong determination to continue by her promise. Finished with her self-encouragement, she started looking at the other claymores and began to memorize their faces, their names, their symbols and their ranks
Cecily ~{@
Cecily began to count the number of surviving trainees, each one battered and bruised but some in worse shape than others. “This is all that’s left? There’s only twenty left including me and Farleen,” she said to herself. The silver-eyed blond was horrified at the results of the mission. More than a hundred had set out that morning and now a tenth of that number was remaining. “We were dead the day we were picked up by these cloaks… the chances of living again is as thin as a hair’s breadth.”
Cecily turned her downtrodden eyes to the briefing’s campfire. The sight of scarlet cracks on the burning pieces of firewood soothed her petrified heart. The dancing embers swirled behind wandering flakes of ash. The black slivers flew up into the midnight sky, finding their place beside the feint glimmer of stars. “To each piece a soul…” the warrior whispered to the evening wind.
The designation of ranks was about to begin. Instead of being eager to hear the given posts, Cecily was preoccupied looking at a wayward moth fluttering near the fire. Suddenly the moth’s wings caught fire and it began to descend into the heart of the flame. Cecily's dangerous first mission involuntarily flashed before her eyes, but she snapped out of it when she heard her name- “…Cecily, 43, Deimos, 45…”
“43… to balance a briquet or szabla by its blunt edge upon one’s head while holding a pair of ornate daggers in both hands… hand gestures, foot movement, hips swaying appropriately to the rhythm of the drums,” Cecily mumbled softly to herself. Her rank number was the same number of the practice set she had before her family was killed that fateful night. Before she could reminisce any further, the halfbreed raised her head with a strong determination to continue by her promise. Finished with her self-encouragement, she started looking at the other claymores and began to memorize their faces, their names, their symbols and their ranks
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 01:55 PM (GMT)
Poster: kenjmg
Arc
"Deimon is most likely right. Based on the fact that male half-breeds are awakening at an alarming rate has brought hostillity toward us guys. However, it doesn't hurt to make the effort to try to bridge that gap." Arc concludes and then tries to find a solution. "Let see the best way to go about making allies at the moment would be to just help out the wounded. However being a male claymore this would be difficult due to the fact that female wouldn't want a guy treating there wounds. I guess I will have to settle with preparing and bring them speciallized medical supplies."
As Arc began treating bandages in herbs that are know to help further excellerate half-breed healing, he just happen to overhear an intresting conversation of Lindy and Alerian finding out that Alerian is male, as well as finding out that Lindy is hungry and Alerian is hitting on Lindy. "Well, that intresting to know there is another male among the 20 remaining half breeds. However, it looks like there leaving to go get something to eat. So I will just go up to a random comrade and ask them if they wanted bandages to treated there wounds. Then I will go deliver the bandages to the next group or indvidual who are treating wounds."
Arc then get up and walks over to, a lone/small group of, injured female half-breed who's name's isn't know to Arc yet because he hasn't seen there face/s yet and said. "Hello, would you like some specially treated bandages, to bandage your wounds?" Arc asked them/her.
OCC: If anyone wants me to interact with Arc just respond to the question.
Arc
"Deimon is most likely right. Based on the fact that male half-breeds are awakening at an alarming rate has brought hostillity toward us guys. However, it doesn't hurt to make the effort to try to bridge that gap." Arc concludes and then tries to find a solution. "Let see the best way to go about making allies at the moment would be to just help out the wounded. However being a male claymore this would be difficult due to the fact that female wouldn't want a guy treating there wounds. I guess I will have to settle with preparing and bring them speciallized medical supplies."
As Arc began treating bandages in herbs that are know to help further excellerate half-breed healing, he just happen to overhear an intresting conversation of Lindy and Alerian finding out that Alerian is male, as well as finding out that Lindy is hungry and Alerian is hitting on Lindy. "Well, that intresting to know there is another male among the 20 remaining half breeds. However, it looks like there leaving to go get something to eat. So I will just go up to a random comrade and ask them if they wanted bandages to treated there wounds. Then I will go deliver the bandages to the next group or indvidual who are treating wounds."
Arc then get up and walks over to, a lone/small group of, injured female half-breed who's name's isn't know to Arc yet because he hasn't seen there face/s yet and said. "Hello, would you like some specially treated bandages, to bandage your wounds?" Arc asked them/her.
OCC: If anyone wants me to interact with Arc just respond to the question.
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:05 PM (GMT)
Poster: Phantom Miria (aka Riful)
.:Sisteena:.
That was it, fatigue had finally made its way past the limit of her capability to even stand straight let alone supporting herself on the claymore. She had been beaten throughly during the mission and had a first hand experience at coming face to face with the monster she thought would be her last but through a miracle was given a chance to continue living.
"Sisteena, Rank 41." the very rank satisfied her much and with given time and experience she could easily be joining the Awakened Hunts with the higher digits in the snowy region of her last encounter with the damned beast. The beast of the North some claimed whilst others in the Organization referred to him as one of the Awakened Males. The very same responsible for the deaths of her family and the rest of the refugees. "Assigned to the norther region..." the thought provoked the memories of the past but before she thought too much into it, the fatigue had settled in nicely causing numbing effects throughout her body
Strength had long been drained out of her body and the much needed food was supplied by one of the assistants to the handlers, brute men carried food over to the tired bunch of survivors. It was the combination of the intense life and death situation as well as the cold air seeping in through her armour that made the body stiffer than usual but temperture wise she felt no difference.
"At times like these I'm glad I am a Claymore." she muttered and as she did Sisteena made one final effort to move her weary body closer to the hearth of the bonfire and sat next to the trainee she had encountered on the start of the mission. "Lindy I think it was." She tried to strike a conversation with her brief partner, it was afterall a fateful encounter regardless who she was with.
"I see you've also survived, I prayed that my urgent outburst did not confuse you when we seperated." Sisteena set her claymore on a tilted angle to lean against it while her legs took in the warmth of the fire. Careful not to damage her delicate glossy blonde hair she set the tresses back, flowing like gentle rain against her birdlike shoulders. "Many of us have died and very few of us seems to remain. Hopefully we'll stay alive until we get to the top."
.:Sisteena:.
That was it, fatigue had finally made its way past the limit of her capability to even stand straight let alone supporting herself on the claymore. She had been beaten throughly during the mission and had a first hand experience at coming face to face with the monster she thought would be her last but through a miracle was given a chance to continue living.
"Sisteena, Rank 41." the very rank satisfied her much and with given time and experience she could easily be joining the Awakened Hunts with the higher digits in the snowy region of her last encounter with the damned beast. The beast of the North some claimed whilst others in the Organization referred to him as one of the Awakened Males. The very same responsible for the deaths of her family and the rest of the refugees. "Assigned to the norther region..." the thought provoked the memories of the past but before she thought too much into it, the fatigue had settled in nicely causing numbing effects throughout her body
Strength had long been drained out of her body and the much needed food was supplied by one of the assistants to the handlers, brute men carried food over to the tired bunch of survivors. It was the combination of the intense life and death situation as well as the cold air seeping in through her armour that made the body stiffer than usual but temperture wise she felt no difference.
"At times like these I'm glad I am a Claymore." she muttered and as she did Sisteena made one final effort to move her weary body closer to the hearth of the bonfire and sat next to the trainee she had encountered on the start of the mission. "Lindy I think it was." She tried to strike a conversation with her brief partner, it was afterall a fateful encounter regardless who she was with.
"I see you've also survived, I prayed that my urgent outburst did not confuse you when we seperated." Sisteena set her claymore on a tilted angle to lean against it while her legs took in the warmth of the fire. Careful not to damage her delicate glossy blonde hair she set the tresses back, flowing like gentle rain against her birdlike shoulders. "Many of us have died and very few of us seems to remain. Hopefully we'll stay alive until we get to the top."
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:08 PM (GMT)
Poster: Hynavian
Lindy
Sitting around the bonfire and munching happily onto the rations given to her. Lindy was observing a male Claymore who was passing medical herbs to the injured.
"Ah herbology! I wonder whether those herbs are edible?" Lindy was too fascinated by the herbs that she failed to notice that Sisteena had sat nearby. However, Lindy noticed Sisteena when she started speaking to her. Feeling glad that Sisteena remembered her, she replied seriously to Sisteena's questions too.
"Sure, let's survive this together and move up the ranks. Let's be in a team some day."
"Oh where is Alerian? I have to introduce Sisteena to him."
Though having a relaxed conversation with Sisteena, Lindy noticed that Sisteena's injuries were healing but were still there and she appeared to look tired. Lindy was worried for her and decided to help a friend.
"Do you want some food Sisteena? I will go get some medical herbs for you from that Claymore there. Rest here ok?"
Lindy
Sitting around the bonfire and munching happily onto the rations given to her. Lindy was observing a male Claymore who was passing medical herbs to the injured.
"Ah herbology! I wonder whether those herbs are edible?" Lindy was too fascinated by the herbs that she failed to notice that Sisteena had sat nearby. However, Lindy noticed Sisteena when she started speaking to her. Feeling glad that Sisteena remembered her, she replied seriously to Sisteena's questions too.
"Sure, let's survive this together and move up the ranks. Let's be in a team some day."
"Oh where is Alerian? I have to introduce Sisteena to him."
Though having a relaxed conversation with Sisteena, Lindy noticed that Sisteena's injuries were healing but were still there and she appeared to look tired. Lindy was worried for her and decided to help a friend.
"Do you want some food Sisteena? I will go get some medical herbs for you from that Claymore there. Rest here ok?"
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:10 PM (GMT)
Poster: xxsaznpride
[Farleen]
Apathy. It was a word that characterized much of the world no matter how good it was. On top of the world, apathy also described Farleen's feelings toward the meeting. She knew her rank now, not that it mattered, and was apparently left to "mingle" with her peers. Holding onto nothing but loathing against the idea that interaction was necessary, the newly ranked blonde chose to walk a short way into the woods. It was eerily quiet. Crickets were chirping in the distance, but after that, nothing.
A breeze made its way through the forest, catching the blonde offguard. With her worn-and-torn outfit still on, the windchill was too much for her to bear. She ducked behind an elm tree and sat down, letting the atmosphere consume her senses. Caught in the midnight sky, the stars glimmered and faded in tune with the trainees' animated discussion.
"I guess it's 'congratulations', right," Farleen asked herself. Stuck with near-silence as her only source of entertainment, melancholic thought processes took control of the the blonde's tired self. 'Only one me, but there're a lot of stars. There're a lot of trees, too, aren't there? And Yoma, and people called Claymore.' Her stomach began to knot. Tears welled up in her eyes, but Farleen managed to hold them back.
"Ugh... I need to kill something right now," she smirked. 'Then at least those Yoma bastards can be as alone as I am.'
~~
[Feel like talking to the depressed sadist? lol]
[Farleen]
Apathy. It was a word that characterized much of the world no matter how good it was. On top of the world, apathy also described Farleen's feelings toward the meeting. She knew her rank now, not that it mattered, and was apparently left to "mingle" with her peers. Holding onto nothing but loathing against the idea that interaction was necessary, the newly ranked blonde chose to walk a short way into the woods. It was eerily quiet. Crickets were chirping in the distance, but after that, nothing.
A breeze made its way through the forest, catching the blonde offguard. With her worn-and-torn outfit still on, the windchill was too much for her to bear. She ducked behind an elm tree and sat down, letting the atmosphere consume her senses. Caught in the midnight sky, the stars glimmered and faded in tune with the trainees' animated discussion.
"I guess it's 'congratulations', right," Farleen asked herself. Stuck with near-silence as her only source of entertainment, melancholic thought processes took control of the the blonde's tired self. 'Only one me, but there're a lot of stars. There're a lot of trees, too, aren't there? And Yoma, and people called Claymore.' Her stomach began to knot. Tears welled up in her eyes, but Farleen managed to hold them back.
"Ugh... I need to kill something right now," she smirked. 'Then at least those Yoma bastards can be as alone as I am.'
~~
[Feel like talking to the depressed sadist? lol]
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:13 PM (GMT)
Poster: Kaiserkreuz
Alerian
"Well it seem we don't need to hunt for our food since they have supplied some."
Getting food from one of the assistants of the handlers and hear that Lindy is looking for him. Moves gracefully and swiftly to where Lindy is in the campfire without breaking any twigs laying on the ground and producing a less noisy sound of greaves while moving.
“You called milady? Is there anything I can do for you?” while carrying some of the food he got."
Alerian notices the other female with Lindy and gave a graceful salutation like a nobleman to Sixteena.
“Hello I’m Alerian, and what is your name milady? It seems that you and Lindy know each other and would care to join and chat a little us while taking our supper?"
Think to himself: “May be she would think that I’m a female like the rest. Sighs”
Alerian
"Well it seem we don't need to hunt for our food since they have supplied some."
Getting food from one of the assistants of the handlers and hear that Lindy is looking for him. Moves gracefully and swiftly to where Lindy is in the campfire without breaking any twigs laying on the ground and producing a less noisy sound of greaves while moving.
“You called milady? Is there anything I can do for you?” while carrying some of the food he got."
Alerian notices the other female with Lindy and gave a graceful salutation like a nobleman to Sixteena.
“Hello I’m Alerian, and what is your name milady? It seems that you and Lindy know each other and would care to join and chat a little us while taking our supper?"
Think to himself: “May be she would think that I’m a female like the rest. Sighs”
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:17 PM (GMT)
Poster: qbsenuef (aka Idelice)
Cecily ~{@
“40, Lindy, perms; 41, Sisteena, long, elegant hair… both of them are by the campfire right now,” Cecily said softly in her little corner. She began to take of her encumbering armor as her body had begun to fatigue. Pulling away at her counting, she briefly took a look at the soles of her greaves. “I should request footwear with more flexibility. I have to be able to bend my toes as far as possible.” She knew that if such a measure would be applied, the armor would have more openings but to her, avoiding a hit would be better than taking it.
After taking off her greaves she continued her counting. “42, Farleen, ponytail, the one I teamed-up with on the way here; 43 is me; 44, Martel…” Cecily said then paused. She then took out her two remaining dirks. They were still clean because they were brand new as they were given to her only this morning. She held out one dagger before her face in such a way that the cutting edge was facing away. Then she got the other dagger and seized it by its sharp tip. “45, Deimos, ugly guy… 46, Arc, I don't know… 47, Kaiserin, gloomy.”
With her counting done she tossed the knife in her right hand into the air. It swiveled and swirled and as it reached its apogee it descended gracefully in circles and spirals until finally, Cecily caught it with her teeth. “Good, I haven’t gone rusty with daggers even when I’m this exhausted,” she thought to herself.
Cecily then decided to get friendlier with the other promoted aspirants. First she tried to find her earlier companion, Farleen. The indifferent number 42 had vanished with the sun. With no other options, Cecily opted to approach the two who her by the campfire. She stopped at the opposite end of the blaze then greeted the two with a half smile. “Good evening, I’m Cecily, number 43.”
OOC: No hard feelings... >_<
Cecily ~{@
“40, Lindy, perms; 41, Sisteena, long, elegant hair… both of them are by the campfire right now,” Cecily said softly in her little corner. She began to take of her encumbering armor as her body had begun to fatigue. Pulling away at her counting, she briefly took a look at the soles of her greaves. “I should request footwear with more flexibility. I have to be able to bend my toes as far as possible.” She knew that if such a measure would be applied, the armor would have more openings but to her, avoiding a hit would be better than taking it.
After taking off her greaves she continued her counting. “42, Farleen, ponytail, the one I teamed-up with on the way here; 43 is me; 44, Martel…” Cecily said then paused. She then took out her two remaining dirks. They were still clean because they were brand new as they were given to her only this morning. She held out one dagger before her face in such a way that the cutting edge was facing away. Then she got the other dagger and seized it by its sharp tip. “45, Deimos, ugly guy… 46, Arc, I don't know… 47, Kaiserin, gloomy.”
With her counting done she tossed the knife in her right hand into the air. It swiveled and swirled and as it reached its apogee it descended gracefully in circles and spirals until finally, Cecily caught it with her teeth. “Good, I haven’t gone rusty with daggers even when I’m this exhausted,” she thought to herself.
Cecily then decided to get friendlier with the other promoted aspirants. First she tried to find her earlier companion, Farleen. The indifferent number 42 had vanished with the sun. With no other options, Cecily opted to approach the two who her by the campfire. She stopped at the opposite end of the blaze then greeted the two with a half smile. “Good evening, I’m Cecily, number 43.”
OOC: No hard feelings... >_<
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:20 PM (GMT)
Poster: Hynavian
Lindy
"Alerian, meet Sisteena". Lindy was glad that both her new found friends could get along. With the medical herbs in her hands, Lindy helped Sisteena. Though not skilled in first aid, Lindy somehow managed to get the herbs wrapped around Sisteena's wounds. She was sitting around letting her thoughts wandering when she heard a salutations from someone.
“Good evening, I’m Cecily, number 43.” There stood a long haired girl with ponytail.
"Ah hello there, I'm number 40 Lindy, she's number 41 Sisteena and that sexy male Claymore standing over there is Alerian", Lindy said while standing and pointing to Alerian.
"Come join us and sit around the fire place. Its starting to get cold out here in the wilderness. Make yourself comfortable while I go get more food." With that, Lindy stood up and headed to get more foodstuff from the food wagon
Lindy
"Alerian, meet Sisteena". Lindy was glad that both her new found friends could get along. With the medical herbs in her hands, Lindy helped Sisteena. Though not skilled in first aid, Lindy somehow managed to get the herbs wrapped around Sisteena's wounds. She was sitting around letting her thoughts wandering when she heard a salutations from someone.
“Good evening, I’m Cecily, number 43.” There stood a long haired girl with ponytail.
"Ah hello there, I'm number 40 Lindy, she's number 41 Sisteena and that sexy male Claymore standing over there is Alerian", Lindy said while standing and pointing to Alerian.
"Come join us and sit around the fire place. Its starting to get cold out here in the wilderness. Make yourself comfortable while I go get more food." With that, Lindy stood up and headed to get more foodstuff from the food wagon
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:22 PM (GMT)
Poster: Elcura
Kaiserin
By now, most of the trainees had scattered around the area. A few of the higher ranked warriors now camped out by the fire. She was a long way away from the campfire. Her eyes half open and mouth loose she looked like she had just been mummified. Her stomach growled and a literally gut wrenching pain took her. She clasped her stomach and pushed in, attempting to somehow forget how hungry she was. It would be a good few days before she would be able to eat and on realizing this fact, she gritted her teeth.
"I wonder what half-breeds taste like...Yoma have no issues--" She stopped her thought when she realized what she was saying. People are bad enough, but to get as desperate as to want to eat your own comrades? A line must be drawn somewhere. She was confident in her self control, trying to think positive she sprang up with her usual goofy grin and walked over towards the campfire where the ranked had gathered some food.
"It may taste like crap and make me feel sick later, but anything's better than sitting around thinking about food" She thought this was a genius idea, the reality was a little different though, she merely had to take her mind of food weirdly enough, doing so with food.
While walking over, Kaiserin noticed the man who saw her fall out of a tree, brooding alone with his arms crossed over. "He looked lonely..." she thought as she placed her hand on her chin, "I'll go talk to him maybe...but he looks kinda scary now." She looked down as she was thinking this, noticing her own clothes covered in mud she looked around to see many others were in a similar state. She laughed while looking around.
Slowly approaching Deimos, who appeared to be in a trance (was this a keen observation?) she bent over a little bit and greeted the man.
"Hi! I'm Kaiserin, who're you?" She said while taking a seat next to him. "I noticed you noticing me falling out of the tree," she tried to say softly, but it came out pretty audibly "J-just, so you know, I wasn't doing anything weird up there..." She said nerviously, trying to make small talk wasn't exactly a skill amongst half-breeds but she tried anyway.
In retrospect of her words, and while looking at who she was talking too. It probably would've been best to just keep her mouth shut.
OOC: just so you know, Kaiserin wasn't paying attention to the rankings, so she didn't hear anyone's name.
Kaiserin
By now, most of the trainees had scattered around the area. A few of the higher ranked warriors now camped out by the fire. She was a long way away from the campfire. Her eyes half open and mouth loose she looked like she had just been mummified. Her stomach growled and a literally gut wrenching pain took her. She clasped her stomach and pushed in, attempting to somehow forget how hungry she was. It would be a good few days before she would be able to eat and on realizing this fact, she gritted her teeth.
"I wonder what half-breeds taste like...Yoma have no issues--" She stopped her thought when she realized what she was saying. People are bad enough, but to get as desperate as to want to eat your own comrades? A line must be drawn somewhere. She was confident in her self control, trying to think positive she sprang up with her usual goofy grin and walked over towards the campfire where the ranked had gathered some food.
"It may taste like crap and make me feel sick later, but anything's better than sitting around thinking about food" She thought this was a genius idea, the reality was a little different though, she merely had to take her mind of food weirdly enough, doing so with food.
While walking over, Kaiserin noticed the man who saw her fall out of a tree, brooding alone with his arms crossed over. "He looked lonely..." she thought as she placed her hand on her chin, "I'll go talk to him maybe...but he looks kinda scary now." She looked down as she was thinking this, noticing her own clothes covered in mud she looked around to see many others were in a similar state. She laughed while looking around.
Slowly approaching Deimos, who appeared to be in a trance (was this a keen observation?) she bent over a little bit and greeted the man.
"Hi! I'm Kaiserin, who're you?" She said while taking a seat next to him. "I noticed you noticing me falling out of the tree," she tried to say softly, but it came out pretty audibly "J-just, so you know, I wasn't doing anything weird up there..." She said nerviously, trying to make small talk wasn't exactly a skill amongst half-breeds but she tried anyway.
In retrospect of her words, and while looking at who she was talking too. It probably would've been best to just keep her mouth shut.
OOC: just so you know, Kaiserin wasn't paying attention to the rankings, so she didn't hear anyone's name.
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:26 PM (GMT)
Poster: Kaiserkreuz
Alerian
Upon hearing Lindy’s comment to about him. “Well sorry for being born slim and sexy. Sigh now I’m the attraction here.”
“Hello Cecily, salutes her with the same salutation he did with Sisteena. You’re number 43 right? Oh well being with you make me a bit jealous because all of you have rankings. When will I get my rank.”
Noticing Lindy getting more food on the wagon. “I thought our kind don’t need to eat that much?”
Alerian
Upon hearing Lindy’s comment to about him. “Well sorry for being born slim and sexy. Sigh now I’m the attraction here.”
“Hello Cecily, salutes her with the same salutation he did with Sisteena. You’re number 43 right? Oh well being with you make me a bit jealous because all of you have rankings. When will I get my rank.”
Noticing Lindy getting more food on the wagon. “I thought our kind don’t need to eat that much?”
Hynavian - January 31, 2008 02:28 PM (GMT)
Poster: qbsenuef (aka Idelice)
Cecily ~{@
Upon hearing Lindy's warm welcome Cecily couldn't help but sit. She stabbed her sword on the dirt and then rested her back on its broad side. "Ah... my kind of company," she said to herself. "But is this the right kind of company?" The blond looked around to see if Farleen had returned, alas she still wasn't around.
Cecily then turned her attention to the male claymore who was introducing himself. "You’re number 43 right? Oh well being with you make me a bit jealous because all of you have rankings. When will I get my rank?” the misfit ranted. "You'll get it when the right time comes..." Cecily said to try and cheer up the rank aspirant.
“I thought claymores don’t need to eat that much?” Alerian asked over the bonfire. Cecily felt she had to clarify this commoner's knowledge about claymores. "That Alerian..." She paused and looked at Lindy with a smirk then continued, "...is a myth."
OOC: Does the English system of measurement exist in the Claymore universe?
Cecily ~{@
Upon hearing Lindy's warm welcome Cecily couldn't help but sit. She stabbed her sword on the dirt and then rested her back on its broad side. "Ah... my kind of company," she said to herself. "But is this the right kind of company?" The blond looked around to see if Farleen had returned, alas she still wasn't around.
Cecily then turned her attention to the male claymore who was introducing himself. "You’re number 43 right? Oh well being with you make me a bit jealous because all of you have rankings. When will I get my rank?” the misfit ranted. "You'll get it when the right time comes..." Cecily said to try and cheer up the rank aspirant.
“I thought claymores don’t need to eat that much?” Alerian asked over the bonfire. Cecily felt she had to clarify this commoner's knowledge about claymores. "That Alerian..." She paused and looked at Lindy with a smirk then continued, "...is a myth."
OOC: Does the English system of measurement exist in the Claymore universe?
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 06:23 PM (GMT)
Poster: Kaiserkreuz
Alerian
“Oh well since there nothing bad eating more than you could then I guess its fine.”
Stabs his claymore to the ground to make something for him to lean on to and puts his quiver of arrows, longbow and schweizersäbel at the back of his claymore then sits on to it in a comfortable manner.
Scanning Cecily and sees that she carries a fine set of daggers and ask about it.
“It seem you favor the use of daggers in combat and from the looks of it you are very well proficient in using them am I wrong milady?”
“Where did you learn how to use them because our handler don’t train us in the use of any other equipment than our claymores and how to use our yoki?”
Smiles at Cecily after finishing his question.
Alerian
“Oh well since there nothing bad eating more than you could then I guess its fine.”
Stabs his claymore to the ground to make something for him to lean on to and puts his quiver of arrows, longbow and schweizersäbel at the back of his claymore then sits on to it in a comfortable manner.
Scanning Cecily and sees that she carries a fine set of daggers and ask about it.
“It seem you favor the use of daggers in combat and from the looks of it you are very well proficient in using them am I wrong milady?”
“Where did you learn how to use them because our handler don’t train us in the use of any other equipment than our claymores and how to use our yoki?”
Smiles at Cecily after finishing his question.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 06:27 PM (GMT)
Poster: kenjmg
OCC: My character doesn't mind talking to a depressed sadist.
Arc
Had just finished giving a group of half-breed some bandages when he was approached by Lindy. Thought he had accidently over heard her previous conversation he decide to avoid misunderstanding he should propbly properly introduce himself. However all that ended up happening was him handing over the treated bandages to Lindy when he was asked. "Oh well didn't do that quiet right." Arc thought.
As he was helping out providing medical supplies he heard from a familar voice, "Ugh... I need to kill something right now," then Arc thought "Oh it was Farleen the lady I meet by the stream, look like she survived and she is now the rank 42. I guess I will go see her to give her something to treat her wounds. I hope this goes better then the last meeting."
Arc towards her voice to find she was at the star over the clift. Arc broke the silence with, "Not much to kill here except, maybe the pain from wound and the occassional forest animal. We meet again, now number 42 Farleen."
OCC: My character doesn't mind talking to a depressed sadist.
Arc
Had just finished giving a group of half-breed some bandages when he was approached by Lindy. Thought he had accidently over heard her previous conversation he decide to avoid misunderstanding he should propbly properly introduce himself. However all that ended up happening was him handing over the treated bandages to Lindy when he was asked. "Oh well didn't do that quiet right." Arc thought.
As he was helping out providing medical supplies he heard from a familar voice, "Ugh... I need to kill something right now," then Arc thought "Oh it was Farleen the lady I meet by the stream, look like she survived and she is now the rank 42. I guess I will go see her to give her something to treat her wounds. I hope this goes better then the last meeting."
Arc towards her voice to find she was at the star over the clift. Arc broke the silence with, "Not much to kill here except, maybe the pain from wound and the occassional forest animal. We meet again, now number 42 Farleen."
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 06:37 PM (GMT)
Poster: Phantom Miria (aka Riful)
.:Sisteena:.
A male Claymore and a rather unranked one at that had greeted Sisteena with a unnaturally formal tone using human mannerisms of which seemed to impress a few of the others whilst she herself viewed him as a queer individual. That and the fact that he was the very few things she despised did not help her in getting along with him at all. A male Claymore he was and sooner than later a creature bound to awaken just like the other male predecessors before him. Upon study it was creatures like him that was responsible for killing many people much disastrous than the normal yomas. Creatures that killed Sisteena's own parents and friends while she was still a mortal. Judging from the tone of his voice and his mannerism, she came to the suspicion that he was no doubt a common rich nobleman's son who hasn't ever seen hardship right until the moment he became a trainee. The question did come to haunt her how a noble lineage ever came to become a Claymore in the first place but it did not matter. For the sheer fact of his existence as a male and the fact that he sounded like a rich noble was enough to warrant her hate. It was afterall poor commoners like Sisteena's parents who had to grovel at the mere sight of a nobleman. Regardless, she showed non of her dislikes outwardly but instead put on a smile for the sake of others that seemed less bothered by the fact he was a male.
"Sisteena of Vieena, #41" she replied as she was greeted by the unranked male and without leaving much of a time for a conversation to develop any further she greeted the other Claymore she had briefly seen before the start of the mission.
"I understand you've been acquainted by Lindy as well, I'm glad you could survive today's onslaught Cecily."
OOC: I see no problem to have our maths implied here. Although it might look slightly out of place if a Claymore was a master of maths and sciences considering they were trained to kill yoma not study subjects like maths. But anyway, yeah I don't think theres any problem with you using common maths.
.:Sisteena:.
A male Claymore and a rather unranked one at that had greeted Sisteena with a unnaturally formal tone using human mannerisms of which seemed to impress a few of the others whilst she herself viewed him as a queer individual. That and the fact that he was the very few things she despised did not help her in getting along with him at all. A male Claymore he was and sooner than later a creature bound to awaken just like the other male predecessors before him. Upon study it was creatures like him that was responsible for killing many people much disastrous than the normal yomas. Creatures that killed Sisteena's own parents and friends while she was still a mortal. Judging from the tone of his voice and his mannerism, she came to the suspicion that he was no doubt a common rich nobleman's son who hasn't ever seen hardship right until the moment he became a trainee. The question did come to haunt her how a noble lineage ever came to become a Claymore in the first place but it did not matter. For the sheer fact of his existence as a male and the fact that he sounded like a rich noble was enough to warrant her hate. It was afterall poor commoners like Sisteena's parents who had to grovel at the mere sight of a nobleman. Regardless, she showed non of her dislikes outwardly but instead put on a smile for the sake of others that seemed less bothered by the fact he was a male.
"Sisteena of Vieena, #41" she replied as she was greeted by the unranked male and without leaving much of a time for a conversation to develop any further she greeted the other Claymore she had briefly seen before the start of the mission.
"I understand you've been acquainted by Lindy as well, I'm glad you could survive today's onslaught Cecily."
OOC: I see no problem to have our maths implied here. Although it might look slightly out of place if a Claymore was a master of maths and sciences considering they were trained to kill yoma not study subjects like maths. But anyway, yeah I don't think theres any problem with you using common maths.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 06:39 PM (GMT)
Poster: xxsaznpride
"Not much to kill here except, maybe the pain from wound and the occassional forest animal." Farleen was snapped out of her reverie with the broken silence. "We meet again, now number 42 Farleen." The blonde looked up to find Arc, a claymore who's name she could only remember learning minutes prior at the gathering. After that, she could barely recollect their encounter during the mission.
"Hmph. Number 46, Arc, right? What the hell do you want?" By now, it was obvious that her sadness had been reincarnated as anger.
"Nothing but to give you temporary aid," he replied, revealing to Farleen his supply of medical bandages.
The blonde girl's temper grew. "Well, does it look like I need it? Get the fu... just go back to the group and leave me alone." Farleen closed her eyes as realization at what just happened settled within her: she hesitated. Twirling a tuft of her ebony hair with a finger, Farleen hoped that, despite what she just said, Arc would stay. 'Pathetic, aren't I,' she smirked inwardly.
"Not much to kill here except, maybe the pain from wound and the occassional forest animal." Farleen was snapped out of her reverie with the broken silence. "We meet again, now number 42 Farleen." The blonde looked up to find Arc, a claymore who's name she could only remember learning minutes prior at the gathering. After that, she could barely recollect their encounter during the mission.
"Hmph. Number 46, Arc, right? What the hell do you want?" By now, it was obvious that her sadness had been reincarnated as anger.
"Nothing but to give you temporary aid," he replied, revealing to Farleen his supply of medical bandages.
The blonde girl's temper grew. "Well, does it look like I need it? Get the fu... just go back to the group and leave me alone." Farleen closed her eyes as realization at what just happened settled within her: she hesitated. Twirling a tuft of her ebony hair with a finger, Farleen hoped that, despite what she just said, Arc would stay. 'Pathetic, aren't I,' she smirked inwardly.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 06:49 PM (GMT)
Poster: kenjmg
Arc
"Well, does it look like I need it? Get the fu... just go back to the group and leave me alone." Farleen said in more controlled matter then the last time they spoke. "Here we go again this is almost exactly like last time we met however, she seem to be off somehow," Arc thought.
"Well, yes you do look like you do need treatment. Anyways here are some bandages to treat that shoulder wound you got during that fight at the stream. Let me at least help properly treat that wound as an apoligize for stealing one of your kills." Arc responded trying figure out an excuse to stick around for a bit. "I should try to help her out since she seem off somehow compared to the last time I seen her. Though I can't quite put my finger on it. Beside I owe her for being bait that gave me such an easy kill." Arc pounder these thoughts wounder why he was thinking up excuses to stick around and then said, "Anyways let me help you treat your wounds since no one else is around to do it. By the way let have proper introduction this time, the name is Arc number 46."
Arc
"Well, does it look like I need it? Get the fu... just go back to the group and leave me alone." Farleen said in more controlled matter then the last time they spoke. "Here we go again this is almost exactly like last time we met however, she seem to be off somehow," Arc thought.
"Well, yes you do look like you do need treatment. Anyways here are some bandages to treat that shoulder wound you got during that fight at the stream. Let me at least help properly treat that wound as an apoligize for stealing one of your kills." Arc responded trying figure out an excuse to stick around for a bit. "I should try to help her out since she seem off somehow compared to the last time I seen her. Though I can't quite put my finger on it. Beside I owe her for being bait that gave me such an easy kill." Arc pounder these thoughts wounder why he was thinking up excuses to stick around and then said, "Anyways let me help you treat your wounds since no one else is around to do it. By the way let have proper introduction this time, the name is Arc number 46."
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 06:54 PM (GMT)
Poster: xxsaznpride
"By the way, let's have proper introductions this time. The name is Arc, Number 46." He put his hand out, waiting for his reluctant patient to respond.
Farleen stopped twirling the brown tuft and opened her eyes. Luckily for her, the tears that had come so close to pouring out before were gone. She noticed that Arc was waiting for them to shake hands, or at least thought that it was what he wanted. They shook hands for a moment, her grip firmer than his only because she put strength in, and broke apart. "Number 42, Farleen. Nice to meet you." Her response was forced through gritted teeth.
Despite any mistrust, she figured that Arc was harmless, and, if number ranks meant anything, she could kill him if he tried anything indecent. Farleen took the shoulder plates of her uniform off and grabbed onto a chunk of her left sleeve with her right hand. 'I'm supposed to expose the wound a bit, right?' With a violent pull, she ripped off the entirety of her left sleeve, pulling newly formed scabs off with it and reopening the wound a little bit.
Farleen almost blushed: part of her breast was visible now. Still, the blonde maintained her stoic manner. "Well, what the hell are you waiting for," she demanded.
"By the way, let's have proper introductions this time. The name is Arc, Number 46." He put his hand out, waiting for his reluctant patient to respond.
Farleen stopped twirling the brown tuft and opened her eyes. Luckily for her, the tears that had come so close to pouring out before were gone. She noticed that Arc was waiting for them to shake hands, or at least thought that it was what he wanted. They shook hands for a moment, her grip firmer than his only because she put strength in, and broke apart. "Number 42, Farleen. Nice to meet you." Her response was forced through gritted teeth.
Despite any mistrust, she figured that Arc was harmless, and, if number ranks meant anything, she could kill him if he tried anything indecent. Farleen took the shoulder plates of her uniform off and grabbed onto a chunk of her left sleeve with her right hand. 'I'm supposed to expose the wound a bit, right?' With a violent pull, she ripped off the entirety of her left sleeve, pulling newly formed scabs off with it and reopening the wound a little bit.
Farleen almost blushed: part of her breast was visible now. Still, the blonde maintained her stoic manner. "Well, what the hell are you waiting for," she demanded.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 06:56 PM (GMT)
Poster: kenjmg
Arc
"Well, what the hell are you waiting for," Farleen demanded. Arc was slightly taken aback by Farleen's action of ripping off her clothing so, he could treat the wound and was snapped back by her demands. "At least I am making some progress considering the term we parted on last time," Arc thought as he began by cleaning the wound on the Farleen's left shoulder.
Arc paused after cleaning the wound to look over Farleen quickly eyeing for any other wounds. The only other wounds were finger size puncture wounds in her abdomon. "I guess I will ask about treating those wounds later. Let's focus on the shoulder wounds for now," Arc thought as he started wraping up Farleen's left shoulder. Arc then asked, "Could you lift your arms a little for a moment, so I can wrap around your torso? This allows stronger hold by the bandage while maintaining mobility since, the wound is on a joint." Arc then paused waiting for Farleen to do this and surprizingly she did. After that Arc went and finished up bandaging her then said, "Well, it is about time head back to join the other's, are you coming with, Farleen?"
OCC: I hope the action I made Farleen did was okay with you xxsaznpride. I change this post to speed things up since Elcura said to closes things up in the next few post.
Arc
"Well, what the hell are you waiting for," Farleen demanded. Arc was slightly taken aback by Farleen's action of ripping off her clothing so, he could treat the wound and was snapped back by her demands. "At least I am making some progress considering the term we parted on last time," Arc thought as he began by cleaning the wound on the Farleen's left shoulder.
Arc paused after cleaning the wound to look over Farleen quickly eyeing for any other wounds. The only other wounds were finger size puncture wounds in her abdomon. "I guess I will ask about treating those wounds later. Let's focus on the shoulder wounds for now," Arc thought as he started wraping up Farleen's left shoulder. Arc then asked, "Could you lift your arms a little for a moment, so I can wrap around your torso? This allows stronger hold by the bandage while maintaining mobility since, the wound is on a joint." Arc then paused waiting for Farleen to do this and surprizingly she did. After that Arc went and finished up bandaging her then said, "Well, it is about time head back to join the other's, are you coming with, Farleen?"
OCC: I hope the action I made Farleen did was okay with you xxsaznpride. I change this post to speed things up since Elcura said to closes things up in the next few post.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:02 PM (GMT)
Poster: Saikudoh
.: Deimos :.
Deimos blinked. Somehow, the moon had gotten bigger while he'd lost himself in reminiscence. He scratched the spot where a scar ran from his chin to cheek, and felt a moment's surprise when the line of dried blood had vanished. He felt light. Any aches in his bones or bruises in his flesh--gone.
"Oh. I'm healed." Deimos eyed his clothes. "I wish my uniform could sew itself together."
Footsteps and a shadow blocked what light from the fire reached over to his outcropping of rock. Somewhere in the dark, a stomach growled. With a start, Deimos realized it belonged to the woman who'd fallen out of the tree. Kaiserin, who now approached him.
Number 47. Dead last. No possible threat to him, but something about her felt different from the others. She had a different taste to her aura. The same feeling he'd gotten upon his first encounter with her returned for a brief second until he mentally waved it away.
"Hi! I'm Kaiserin, who're you?"
Cloth rustled. Her claymore skittered a moment against rock and she sat down.
"I noticed you noticing me falling out of the tree. J-just, so you know, I wasn't doing anything weird up there..."
Deimos shrugged. "If we could walk on the treetops we'd have an advantage over the yoma, who were very much on the ground."
The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile, but it disappeared quickly. "Humans tend to look down and around, under things and such. Same could be said for yoma, unless we'd encountered one of those flying types. It was a good move, staying up there. But falling...you almost hit me, you know."
He remembered he had a bag of things. Deimos reached behind him and took out a small, nondescript leather pouch. He took out a handful of jerky, meat strips compressed for travel like the dry honey-coated cakes he'd seen human wanderers and vagrants carry.
"You sounded hungry. This is all I can offer. If you need more you can always get something else from the wagon over there.
"And my name is Deimos."
.: Deimos :.
Deimos blinked. Somehow, the moon had gotten bigger while he'd lost himself in reminiscence. He scratched the spot where a scar ran from his chin to cheek, and felt a moment's surprise when the line of dried blood had vanished. He felt light. Any aches in his bones or bruises in his flesh--gone.
"Oh. I'm healed." Deimos eyed his clothes. "I wish my uniform could sew itself together."
Footsteps and a shadow blocked what light from the fire reached over to his outcropping of rock. Somewhere in the dark, a stomach growled. With a start, Deimos realized it belonged to the woman who'd fallen out of the tree. Kaiserin, who now approached him.
Number 47. Dead last. No possible threat to him, but something about her felt different from the others. She had a different taste to her aura. The same feeling he'd gotten upon his first encounter with her returned for a brief second until he mentally waved it away.
"Hi! I'm Kaiserin, who're you?"
Cloth rustled. Her claymore skittered a moment against rock and she sat down.
"I noticed you noticing me falling out of the tree. J-just, so you know, I wasn't doing anything weird up there..."
Deimos shrugged. "If we could walk on the treetops we'd have an advantage over the yoma, who were very much on the ground."
The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile, but it disappeared quickly. "Humans tend to look down and around, under things and such. Same could be said for yoma, unless we'd encountered one of those flying types. It was a good move, staying up there. But falling...you almost hit me, you know."
He remembered he had a bag of things. Deimos reached behind him and took out a small, nondescript leather pouch. He took out a handful of jerky, meat strips compressed for travel like the dry honey-coated cakes he'd seen human wanderers and vagrants carry.
"You sounded hungry. This is all I can offer. If you need more you can always get something else from the wagon over there.
"And my name is Deimos."
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:06 PM (GMT)
Poster: Elcura
Despite her initial reaction and expecting the worst to come from this, Kaiserin was pleasantly surprised that Deimos actually talked to her.
"If we could walk on the treetops we'd have an advantage over the yoma, who were very much on the ground." He said, she noticed a faint smile so brief that it disappeared almost instantly. She wondered what that was about, but considering the day she had it could've been any number of things. He continued, "Humans tend to look down and around, under things and such. Same could be said for yoma, unless we'd encountered one of those flying types. It was a good move, staying up there. But falling...you almost hit me, you know." As he said those words she nodded her head enthusiastically, almost like that's what she had planned, after all, it was known that the higher the rank the bigger the ego so trying to save a little bit of face was a good thing.
He rustled about his bag and after a while, extended his arm out and opened his fist. He had some weird kind of meat in his hand, human food no doubt. It didn't have the freshness of what she ate, infact it looked like it had been there for a while, she turned her nose up at it slightly.
"You sounded hungry. This is all I can offer. If you need more you can always get something else from the wagon over there. And my name is Deimos." He said shortly after offering her the jerky. Kaiserin, not one to be rude snatched the jerky heartily and stuffed it in her mouth, along with a muffled "Thank you!"
It wasn't exactly flesh and guts, but if she wanted to appear normal she would have to eat it, no matter how sick it made her. She chewed on the racid meat and her stomach turned ever so heavily, she wanted to talk to the man to get her mind off food! It was such a cruel twist of fate that he had ever so subtle made her eat something.
"It's lovely...!" She said after very visibly forcing herself to swallow the meat. Her stomach had stopped growling, but only because it was very pissed off. She smiled warmly at Deimos, bowing her head enough so that when her face was out of view she could reveal her pain outwardly. After lifting her head back up she slumped down further on the floor, looking towards the sky.
"Is there any reason you were looking at the moon so sadly? Something that beautiful doesn't deserve to be looked upon with such sad eyes." She said turning her head slightly towards Deimos.
"No matter how sad and hard our lives get, you've gotta look on the bright side of things and stay positive. You'll never make it if you brood to much." She said smiling goofily as always. "That's what Tanit told me anyway..." She sighed a little with the thought that perhaps soon she might have to go hunting...
OOC: rofl, so unintended
Despite her initial reaction and expecting the worst to come from this, Kaiserin was pleasantly surprised that Deimos actually talked to her.
"If we could walk on the treetops we'd have an advantage over the yoma, who were very much on the ground." He said, she noticed a faint smile so brief that it disappeared almost instantly. She wondered what that was about, but considering the day she had it could've been any number of things. He continued, "Humans tend to look down and around, under things and such. Same could be said for yoma, unless we'd encountered one of those flying types. It was a good move, staying up there. But falling...you almost hit me, you know." As he said those words she nodded her head enthusiastically, almost like that's what she had planned, after all, it was known that the higher the rank the bigger the ego so trying to save a little bit of face was a good thing.
He rustled about his bag and after a while, extended his arm out and opened his fist. He had some weird kind of meat in his hand, human food no doubt. It didn't have the freshness of what she ate, infact it looked like it had been there for a while, she turned her nose up at it slightly.
"You sounded hungry. This is all I can offer. If you need more you can always get something else from the wagon over there. And my name is Deimos." He said shortly after offering her the jerky. Kaiserin, not one to be rude snatched the jerky heartily and stuffed it in her mouth, along with a muffled "Thank you!"
It wasn't exactly flesh and guts, but if she wanted to appear normal she would have to eat it, no matter how sick it made her. She chewed on the racid meat and her stomach turned ever so heavily, she wanted to talk to the man to get her mind off food! It was such a cruel twist of fate that he had ever so subtle made her eat something.
"It's lovely...!" She said after very visibly forcing herself to swallow the meat. Her stomach had stopped growling, but only because it was very pissed off. She smiled warmly at Deimos, bowing her head enough so that when her face was out of view she could reveal her pain outwardly. After lifting her head back up she slumped down further on the floor, looking towards the sky.
"Is there any reason you were looking at the moon so sadly? Something that beautiful doesn't deserve to be looked upon with such sad eyes." She said turning her head slightly towards Deimos.
"No matter how sad and hard our lives get, you've gotta look on the bright side of things and stay positive. You'll never make it if you brood to much." She said smiling goofily as always. "That's what Tanit told me anyway..." She sighed a little with the thought that perhaps soon she might have to go hunting...
OOC: rofl, so unintended
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:09 PM (GMT)
Poster: qbsenuef (aka Idelice)
Cecily ~{@
Cecily brushed her braided locks behind her shoulder then flicked one of the knives in her hand. It flipped up and over in between her middle and pointing finger. “First of all, I can’t say that I am truly proficient with a dagger in combat as this was the first time I’ve ever used it for hurting anything…” Cecily then took a moment to breathe then flipped back the dagger into her palm and pointed it at Alerian, her finger on the blade’s cutting edge. “Second of all… I’m not your lady.”
Alerian’s smile was creepy. To Cecily it felt like a vice-grip crushing her chest, constricting her breathing. Unable to take his face any further, Cecily looked at the sizzling firewood instead. “I learned to handle knives such as these when I was still young. I was a sword gypsy in training…” the silver-eyed girl narrated with every word said softer then the latter, the last nearly muted. “To dance with blades just like my sisters and my mother. We practiced body contortion, rhythmic dance movements, letting the knives slide through our skin without getting wounded…” she said to herself in the stillness of her heart.
Suddenly a voice shattered Cecily’s inner silence. "I understand you've been acquainted by Lindy as well, I'm glad you could survive today's onslaught Cecily." It was Sisteena’s voice. The word glad, had a courteous and consoling feel to it. “I’m glad to have lived through this day as well… so I could meet you all,” said the claymore with braided-hair.
OOC: I seem to have made Cecily quite the reminiscent person... o.O' Anyway, to Alerian, its "milady" not "me lady".
Edit: I had the names messed up. My bad... I was talking to Alerian not Arc.
Cecily ~{@
Cecily brushed her braided locks behind her shoulder then flicked one of the knives in her hand. It flipped up and over in between her middle and pointing finger. “First of all, I can’t say that I am truly proficient with a dagger in combat as this was the first time I’ve ever used it for hurting anything…” Cecily then took a moment to breathe then flipped back the dagger into her palm and pointed it at Alerian, her finger on the blade’s cutting edge. “Second of all… I’m not your lady.”
Alerian’s smile was creepy. To Cecily it felt like a vice-grip crushing her chest, constricting her breathing. Unable to take his face any further, Cecily looked at the sizzling firewood instead. “I learned to handle knives such as these when I was still young. I was a sword gypsy in training…” the silver-eyed girl narrated with every word said softer then the latter, the last nearly muted. “To dance with blades just like my sisters and my mother. We practiced body contortion, rhythmic dance movements, letting the knives slide through our skin without getting wounded…” she said to herself in the stillness of her heart.
Suddenly a voice shattered Cecily’s inner silence. "I understand you've been acquainted by Lindy as well, I'm glad you could survive today's onslaught Cecily." It was Sisteena’s voice. The word glad, had a courteous and consoling feel to it. “I’m glad to have lived through this day as well… so I could meet you all,” said the claymore with braided-hair.
OOC: I seem to have made Cecily quite the reminiscent person... o.O' Anyway, to Alerian, its "milady" not "me lady".
Edit: I had the names messed up. My bad... I was talking to Alerian not Arc.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:12 PM (GMT)
Poster: Kaiserkreuz
Alerian
Fixed his hair while sitting comfortably, check his heirloom saber and blushed a little being embarrassed by the mistake he made in his words. “Sorry sorry milady my apologies for the misuse of words smiles and laughs silently.”
Listens to her story attentively and silently, Replies with some what a little serious look.
“Ahh I see you are from a family of entertainers that moves from town to town to entertain others which gives joy and happiness to both the entertainer and the viewers.”
“Then basically you have been taught to be sword dancers now I’m getting interested because I didn’t know you can perform such things by using swords.”
“I have learned something new your dance with the sword is to make other happy which is different from the dance created by a duelist or swashbuckler because we are taught to make our beautiful dance bring only harm and death.”
OOC: Can I use Discern Yoki to analyze the other capabilities? oops sorry I'm not pretending to be Arc it's just a little misunderstanding.
Alerian
Fixed his hair while sitting comfortably, check his heirloom saber and blushed a little being embarrassed by the mistake he made in his words. “Sorry sorry milady my apologies for the misuse of words smiles and laughs silently.”
Listens to her story attentively and silently, Replies with some what a little serious look.
“Ahh I see you are from a family of entertainers that moves from town to town to entertain others which gives joy and happiness to both the entertainer and the viewers.”
“Then basically you have been taught to be sword dancers now I’m getting interested because I didn’t know you can perform such things by using swords.”
“I have learned something new your dance with the sword is to make other happy which is different from the dance created by a duelist or swashbuckler because we are taught to make our beautiful dance bring only harm and death.”
OOC: Can I use Discern Yoki to analyze the other capabilities? oops sorry I'm not pretending to be Arc it's just a little misunderstanding.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:13 PM (GMT)
Poster: Phantom Miria (aka Riful)
OOC: No
OOC: No
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:15 PM (GMT)
Poster: kenjmg
OCC: Why is Cecily who Arc hasn't talked to yet talking with him? Arc has never said me lady I think that was Alerian. Why is Alerian pretending to be my character Arc? I know he is a cool character with a cool name but, he is mine for the moment.
OCC: Why is Cecily who Arc hasn't talked to yet talking with him? Arc has never said me lady I think that was Alerian. Why is Alerian pretending to be my character Arc? I know he is a cool character with a cool name but, he is mine for the moment.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:17 PM (GMT)
Poster: Saikudoh
.: Deimos :.
He stared at her as if she'd sprouted a beak and started cawing a foreign language. Even if his features remained unchanged--spiky blond hair, bland face, silver eyes--the set of his eyes conveyed honest puzzlement.
"Sad eyes?" Deimos pulled out his claymore behind him with a quiet chink against earth then studied his expression from the blade's reflection. Nothing out of the ordinary. Good. He put the sword back and continued leaning on it.
"Sad eyes are the eyes of a cow. Cattle, resigned to their fate in the smokehouse. Because one day they'll turn into sirloin and steak and they know it. Listen." He waggled a finger in front of her nose in a serious manner. "Don't let them fool you into thinking they're helpless or innocent. A bull looks innocent...until it turns its eyes on a female cow. Then it just looks horny. Goats are much worse. They're randy."
He crossed his arms and stared up at the moon again. "Looks innocent, doesn't it? But it's witnessed as much bloodshed as the sun. Neither care. The world goes on.
"And for all I know, one of these nights that lump of rock is going to fall on our heads."
Deimos glared at the moon.
He wondered if he'd pulled it off. Sad was a weak word. Sorrow, on the other hand...
.: Deimos :.
He stared at her as if she'd sprouted a beak and started cawing a foreign language. Even if his features remained unchanged--spiky blond hair, bland face, silver eyes--the set of his eyes conveyed honest puzzlement.
"Sad eyes?" Deimos pulled out his claymore behind him with a quiet chink against earth then studied his expression from the blade's reflection. Nothing out of the ordinary. Good. He put the sword back and continued leaning on it.
"Sad eyes are the eyes of a cow. Cattle, resigned to their fate in the smokehouse. Because one day they'll turn into sirloin and steak and they know it. Listen." He waggled a finger in front of her nose in a serious manner. "Don't let them fool you into thinking they're helpless or innocent. A bull looks innocent...until it turns its eyes on a female cow. Then it just looks horny. Goats are much worse. They're randy."
He crossed his arms and stared up at the moon again. "Looks innocent, doesn't it? But it's witnessed as much bloodshed as the sun. Neither care. The world goes on.
"And for all I know, one of these nights that lump of rock is going to fall on our heads."
Deimos glared at the moon.
He wondered if he'd pulled it off. Sad was a weak word. Sorrow, on the other hand...
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:20 PM (GMT)
Poster: Elcura
OOC: Alerian you came outta no where, your latest post makes no sense.
Kaiserin
Deimos lectured her on the ways of the world. He certainly talked big and knew lots of stuff, this impressed Kaiserin more than it should have. She always assumed that only handlers knew a lot about the world. He placed his finger next to Kaiserin's nose and continued. She looked at him wide eyed, like a child listening to a fascinating story a grown-up was telling. Although she was impressed by Deimos' words, she didn't really understand them. After all, he was talking about human live-stock and animals. She didn't care for them since she grew up in a city and never ate human food.
Deimos looked up at the moon again, "Looks innocent, doesn't it? But it's witnessed as much bloodshed as the sun. Neither care. The world goes on." He said. "Such sad words" she thought.
"And for all I know, one of these nights that lump of rock is going to fall on our heads." She perked up having heard that, thinking of her first fight. She looked away from Deimos embarrassed.
"Maybe I was wrong...but...I don't think I was..." She said hesitantly, she often spoke her mind, but always tried to find a way to do it without offending people. "We all act strong, we walk proud with our backs straight and our eyes focused. We talk with such confidence and strength that no one will think that we're really alone and sad. We hide our weaknesses so well, to the point where we ourselves deny them." She paused, now making eye contact with Deimos. His eyes were cold and emotionless, like looking into a void.
"Maybe I'm babbling but--you should be more honest with yourself. In our world and with our lives, no one expects weakness. But it's usually denying our weaknesses that exposes them in the first place. Uhmm, I guess what I'm trying to say is...uhh, I'm...I'm not sure." She had trailed off, she knew what she wanted to say, but saying it was hard. Remembering her point, she smiled.
"What I mean is...It's OK to be sad...even if you think it makes you weak... I mean, such emotions make us human right?" She thought about what she said. She thought she knew what it was to be human, but looking at all the people surrounding her she often wondered if they had any clue what it meant to be human. Is denying weakness and sadness really such a bad thing? Something in her wanted to help this man, but she wasn't as naive to think he would want her help, or accept it even if she gave it.
OOC Again: Wrap up any conversations in the next few posts, second mission is going out soon.
OOC: Alerian you came outta no where, your latest post makes no sense.
Kaiserin
Deimos lectured her on the ways of the world. He certainly talked big and knew lots of stuff, this impressed Kaiserin more than it should have. She always assumed that only handlers knew a lot about the world. He placed his finger next to Kaiserin's nose and continued. She looked at him wide eyed, like a child listening to a fascinating story a grown-up was telling. Although she was impressed by Deimos' words, she didn't really understand them. After all, he was talking about human live-stock and animals. She didn't care for them since she grew up in a city and never ate human food.
Deimos looked up at the moon again, "Looks innocent, doesn't it? But it's witnessed as much bloodshed as the sun. Neither care. The world goes on." He said. "Such sad words" she thought.
"And for all I know, one of these nights that lump of rock is going to fall on our heads." She perked up having heard that, thinking of her first fight. She looked away from Deimos embarrassed.
"Maybe I was wrong...but...I don't think I was..." She said hesitantly, she often spoke her mind, but always tried to find a way to do it without offending people. "We all act strong, we walk proud with our backs straight and our eyes focused. We talk with such confidence and strength that no one will think that we're really alone and sad. We hide our weaknesses so well, to the point where we ourselves deny them." She paused, now making eye contact with Deimos. His eyes were cold and emotionless, like looking into a void.
"Maybe I'm babbling but--you should be more honest with yourself. In our world and with our lives, no one expects weakness. But it's usually denying our weaknesses that exposes them in the first place. Uhmm, I guess what I'm trying to say is...uhh, I'm...I'm not sure." She had trailed off, she knew what she wanted to say, but saying it was hard. Remembering her point, she smiled.
"What I mean is...It's OK to be sad...even if you think it makes you weak... I mean, such emotions make us human right?" She thought about what she said. She thought she knew what it was to be human, but looking at all the people surrounding her she often wondered if they had any clue what it meant to be human. Is denying weakness and sadness really such a bad thing? Something in her wanted to help this man, but she wasn't as naive to think he would want her help, or accept it even if she gave it.
OOC Again: Wrap up any conversations in the next few posts, second mission is going out soon.
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:28 PM (GMT)
Poster: qbsenuef
OOC: That isn't Alerian's fault. That was my error. I messed up the names with Alerian and Arc... they both started with 'A' and I was half asleep when I posted. Sorry about that.
Cecily ~{@
"It was a pleasure talking to you all." Cecily bid farewell to those huddled together by fire’s light. She refused to talk any further about her rickety, past life as it would only bring sadness. Dancing, was the only thing she ever wanted to do from the start, but now it only reminded her of a blood-covered nightmare scrabbling at the corner of her mind. The blond got up, collected her things and left for the armory. It was about time to change her battle-worn attire and prepare for the endeavors soon to come. "We'll meet again when our fates wish it."
OOC: That isn't Alerian's fault. That was my error. I messed up the names with Alerian and Arc... they both started with 'A' and I was half asleep when I posted. Sorry about that.
Cecily ~{@
"It was a pleasure talking to you all." Cecily bid farewell to those huddled together by fire’s light. She refused to talk any further about her rickety, past life as it would only bring sadness. Dancing, was the only thing she ever wanted to do from the start, but now it only reminded her of a blood-covered nightmare scrabbling at the corner of her mind. The blond got up, collected her things and left for the armory. It was about time to change her battle-worn attire and prepare for the endeavors soon to come. "We'll meet again when our fates wish it."
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:29 PM (GMT)
Poster: Saikudoh
OOC: This got philosophical. And the female Claymores are fighting over the male Claymores. >_< When did that happen?
Lol.
IC: .: Deimos :.
Deimos smiled to acknowledge her logic. "That's what it's really about for all of us, huh. Are we still human? Are we even human to begin with the moment the organization grafts the part inside us? If I were to hunt a rabbit right now...if I cook it, does that make me human--if I eat it raw, a beast? Where is the line drawn?
Some days I feel like a different creature entirely."
He shrugged. Relaxed. "Still. An exposed weakness mightn't be so easy to hit. Take the story of the dragon and the tiny chink in his armor. Or the legend of a demi-god whose only weakness was an arrow of mistletoe." He eyed her. "You heard of them, haven't you? Or is the place where you come from have different legends?"
OOC EDIT: Yah, next mission! ^_^
OOC: This got philosophical. And the female Claymores are fighting over the male Claymores. >_< When did that happen?
Lol.
IC: .: Deimos :.
Deimos smiled to acknowledge her logic. "That's what it's really about for all of us, huh. Are we still human? Are we even human to begin with the moment the organization grafts the part inside us? If I were to hunt a rabbit right now...if I cook it, does that make me human--if I eat it raw, a beast? Where is the line drawn?
Some days I feel like a different creature entirely."
He shrugged. Relaxed. "Still. An exposed weakness mightn't be so easy to hit. Take the story of the dragon and the tiny chink in his armor. Or the legend of a demi-god whose only weakness was an arrow of mistletoe." He eyed her. "You heard of them, haven't you? Or is the place where you come from have different legends?"
OOC EDIT: Yah, next mission! ^_^
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:31 PM (GMT)
Poster: Elcura
OOC: lol, I suppose it did
Kaiserin
The border between man and beast? Where could one really draw the line. Kaiserin looked at Deimos, continuing to smile even brighter because he was as well. Kaiserin looked up at the sky, the darkness went on forever, so naturally one could easily lose their sense of perception.
"I guess humanity is what you make of it. You choose if you want to cook the rabbit or eat it raw. We all grow up with a choice you know? Nothing is set in stone until we set it ourselves." This was the one thing, if the only thing she was sure about. Being something that peopld considered a monster, living and behaving like a human, does that make you human or a monster?
"Sorry I can't match your wit and intelligence about old legends," she said looking down towards the floor "still though. I understand what you mean, I think... Was there something about...a mouse, or lion as well?" She said, thinking of something entirely different (no surprises). Kaiserin got up slowly keeping eye contact with Deimos. Some how he felt less cold.
"Suppose it might be a good idea to hide some weakness, but don't go overboard with it, OK?" She questioned like a concerned mother. It was late now, and she couldn't contain her hunger any longer. She wanted to keep talking with this man, but her body wouldn't allow it anymore. Standing up right now, she extended her hand to Deimos as a sign of friendship, hoping he would respond...
OOC: lol, I suppose it did
Kaiserin
The border between man and beast? Where could one really draw the line. Kaiserin looked at Deimos, continuing to smile even brighter because he was as well. Kaiserin looked up at the sky, the darkness went on forever, so naturally one could easily lose their sense of perception.
"I guess humanity is what you make of it. You choose if you want to cook the rabbit or eat it raw. We all grow up with a choice you know? Nothing is set in stone until we set it ourselves." This was the one thing, if the only thing she was sure about. Being something that peopld considered a monster, living and behaving like a human, does that make you human or a monster?
"Sorry I can't match your wit and intelligence about old legends," she said looking down towards the floor "still though. I understand what you mean, I think... Was there something about...a mouse, or lion as well?" She said, thinking of something entirely different (no surprises). Kaiserin got up slowly keeping eye contact with Deimos. Some how he felt less cold.
"Suppose it might be a good idea to hide some weakness, but don't go overboard with it, OK?" She questioned like a concerned mother. It was late now, and she couldn't contain her hunger any longer. She wanted to keep talking with this man, but her body wouldn't allow it anymore. Standing up right now, she extended her hand to Deimos as a sign of friendship, hoping he would respond...
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:32 PM (GMT)
Poster: Saikudoh
.: Deimos :.
His eyes grew shuttered, half-closed and distant. "That's the easy way out. But one of a multitude of answers, perhaps."
Deimos' face cleared of hostility, and he resumed his mundane expression. When Kaiserin offered her hand, he half-rose and took not her open palm but wrapped his thin fingers around her wrist. He applied gentle pressure.
"Up where I used to come from, a long time ago, we exchanged greetings with an arm clasp and farewells like this. Comrade."
Melancholy happiness traced his smile. "I hope you have your wits about you when I send you my black card. Good luck."
"This is it, then. I've decided. Someday I hope to die a human. It's not for me to be hunted like a beast."
.: Deimos :.
His eyes grew shuttered, half-closed and distant. "That's the easy way out. But one of a multitude of answers, perhaps."
Deimos' face cleared of hostility, and he resumed his mundane expression. When Kaiserin offered her hand, he half-rose and took not her open palm but wrapped his thin fingers around her wrist. He applied gentle pressure.
"Up where I used to come from, a long time ago, we exchanged greetings with an arm clasp and farewells like this. Comrade."
Melancholy happiness traced his smile. "I hope you have your wits about you when I send you my black card. Good luck."
"This is it, then. I've decided. Someday I hope to die a human. It's not for me to be hunted like a beast."
Hynavian - February 1, 2008 07:37 PM (GMT)
Poster: Hynavian
Lindy
Having her fill from the wagon's food rations, Lindy sat round the fireplace where Sisteena, Arc and Cecily were. She was glad that her new found friends were able to get along somehow.
"Hmm It seems like I'm the only one who's interested in the wagon's food." Lindy thought to herself while surveying the surroundings. Some of her comrades had rested while the others were conversing with one another. None were holding onto any foodstuff that was distributed by the organisation.
"Maybe they have had tastier food before." Lindy leaned against her Claymore and her eyelids started to feel heavy, "I can't wait to visit a town soon to learn new things." With that she dozed off.
Lindy
Having her fill from the wagon's food rations, Lindy sat round the fireplace where Sisteena, Arc and Cecily were. She was glad that her new found friends were able to get along somehow.
"Hmm It seems like I'm the only one who's interested in the wagon's food." Lindy thought to herself while surveying the surroundings. Some of her comrades had rested while the others were conversing with one another. None were holding onto any foodstuff that was distributed by the organisation.
"Maybe they have had tastier food before." Lindy leaned against her Claymore and her eyelids started to feel heavy, "I can't wait to visit a town soon to learn new things." With that she dozed off.