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Achronum@Hekazu so uh by "flimsy wooden chest" do you mean "wooden chest that comes apart if you throw it against the wall a few times" kind of flimsy, or is it still a "must unlock the chest scenario" kind of chest?
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Moerae listened to the human’s citation of the game terms with a flat expression. Having steeled herself in preparation for a twisted sort of game in which humans would undoubtedly die, she was surprised to learn that the terms were rather… simple and fair.
“Firstly, what do I get if I win?” Moerae asked, looking at the human. “Will you release the rest of the humans?”
"What do you get? Why, a pat on the back and a well done of course!" The human laughed at that, it was in contrast with the utter dread plastered on some of the others in the line of chosen humans but no one else seemed to join in with him. "Ahem. My master has agreed to free every single human in this village, he wishes to explore other parts of the world and has grown tired of this particular spot." The human believed as much as he was told but in truth it was only those who had been selected for this game of his that would be allowed to live, everyone else would be slaughtered.
He's not lying, Moerae thought, recognizing the truth in the human's voice. He's repeating some line the Yoma fed him. So nothing he says can be trusted. However, there's nothing I can do right now that would keep all the humans safe other than to play by their terms.
Giving the human a firm nod to signify that she accepted the game's terms, the female Claymore turned to the row of ten. Humans and Yoma standing side by side, seven cowering in terror and three feigning it. Moerae blinked, releasing a bit of her Yoki — just enough so that her eyes would be able to perceive the finer fluctuations of Yoki in the row.
Yoki surpression — I'm surprised the Yoma know of such skills, Moerae thought as she scanned the row. Still, they found a rather poor partner to play this particular game with.
At the academy, each Claymore was made clear of their skills and talents. While Moerae was skilled at many things — swordsmanship, for one, but all Claymore were — there were two skills in which she had special apititude for: Yoki manipulation and Yoki perception. Even among her peers, it had been clear that she'd been among the — if not the — most talented at Yoki perception.
Taking such into account, the Yoma had indeed chosen the wrong Claymore to play this game with. While the higher-ranking members of the group — Raynald, without a doubt, was more proficient at perceiving Yoki than the upstart female — perhaps had skills on par with or slightly more refined than Moerae, she definitely was not the worst off in the group. But the Yoma wanted to play with the newest member of the Claymore ranks, so Moerae would enlighten them to the fact that she was no mere newcomer they could feel comfortable playing with.
Unsheathing her sword, Moerae walked over to the line of ten and — without batting an eye — slashing the throats of the two closest to her. Screams immediately filled the air, the children clutching onto those closest to them and the older humans glaring at the white-haired girl defiantly to let her know that they would protect their children.
Moerae took in their glares silently before turning and driving her claymore into an elderly man who slumped down, teeth — no, fangs — bared in death. I wouldn't hurt a human, she thought, frowning. So why're they so afraid? Do they too look down on my skills?
"That should be it, right?" Moerae asked, looking to the human in charge. Three bodies laid around her, two finishing their gurgling and one with a slowly growing puddle of murky red forming below it. "Three Yoma, per the terms."
@lazarus
“Firstly, what do I get if I win?” Moerae asked, looking at the human. “Will you release the rest of the humans?”
"What do you get? Why, a pat on the back and a well done of course!" The human laughed at that, it was in contrast with the utter dread plastered on some of the others in the line of chosen humans but no one else seemed to join in with him. "Ahem. My master has agreed to free every single human in this village, he wishes to explore other parts of the world and has grown tired of this particular spot." The human believed as much as he was told but in truth it was only those who had been selected for this game of his that would be allowed to live, everyone else would be slaughtered.
He's not lying, Moerae thought, recognizing the truth in the human's voice. He's repeating some line the Yoma fed him. So nothing he says can be trusted. However, there's nothing I can do right now that would keep all the humans safe other than to play by their terms.
Giving the human a firm nod to signify that she accepted the game's terms, the female Claymore turned to the row of ten. Humans and Yoma standing side by side, seven cowering in terror and three feigning it. Moerae blinked, releasing a bit of her Yoki — just enough so that her eyes would be able to perceive the finer fluctuations of Yoki in the row.
Yoki surpression — I'm surprised the Yoma know of such skills, Moerae thought as she scanned the row. Still, they found a rather poor partner to play this particular game with.
At the academy, each Claymore was made clear of their skills and talents. While Moerae was skilled at many things — swordsmanship, for one, but all Claymore were — there were two skills in which she had special apititude for: Yoki manipulation and Yoki perception. Even among her peers, it had been clear that she'd been among the — if not the — most talented at Yoki perception.
Taking such into account, the Yoma had indeed chosen the wrong Claymore to play this game with. While the higher-ranking members of the group — Raynald, without a doubt, was more proficient at perceiving Yoki than the upstart female — perhaps had skills on par with or slightly more refined than Moerae, she definitely was not the worst off in the group. But the Yoma wanted to play with the newest member of the Claymore ranks, so Moerae would enlighten them to the fact that she was no mere newcomer they could feel comfortable playing with.
Unsheathing her sword, Moerae walked over to the line of ten and — without batting an eye — slashing the throats of the two closest to her. Screams immediately filled the air, the children clutching onto those closest to them and the older humans glaring at the white-haired girl defiantly to let her know that they would protect their children.
Moerae took in their glares silently before turning and driving her claymore into an elderly man who slumped down, teeth — no, fangs — bared in death. I wouldn't hurt a human, she thought, frowning. So why're they so afraid? Do they too look down on my skills?
"That should be it, right?" Moerae asked, looking to the human in charge. Three bodies laid around her, two finishing their gurgling and one with a slowly growing puddle of murky red forming below it. "Three Yoma, per the terms."
@lazarus
@hekazu going to wait for your post then? Since I had Kenza + Mistletoe head into the next room, or at least peer into the hallway
@LuckyBlackCat Yep I knew that, but wanted to tell you my reaction to it xD It's totally fine though -- nice characterization, keep it up!
@toadropes there's this section in the manual on the site that says:
Hope that helps!
@toadropes there's this section in the manual on the site that says:
Hope that helps!
Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —“Right, Chikorita!” Leisy said, snapping her fingers as the realization came to her. “That’s grass-type starter, right? Its final evolution has such a pretty flower on it. Aren’t there a lot of people who raise Chikoritas just to see its plume?”
At the Chikorita’s approach, Bidein looked down at the grass-type in interest. His trainer’s smile indicated that all was well, so the Fletchinder knew there was no danger to be found in the Chikorita — especially one with such earnest curiousity. Remaining silent and watchful at his post on his trainer’s shoulder, Bidein observed the other Pokemon from afar, liking his vantage point.
Leisy opened her mouth to say something when Florence’s Chikorita called out to her trainer, but closed it when she realized that the grass-type had found something — most likely another Pokemon. Watching quietly as Florence approached and attempted coaxed a pastel-colored flying Pokemon from the bush, Leisy spotted two little glints in the shadows — eyes, shaded with fear directed in her direction.
Why—Oh, she thought, realizing that Bidein was on her shoulder. The Fletchinder seemed to have realized that the bug-type feared him as well, although he did nothing about it. He’d never seen this particular bug-type before, and he was intriged.
“Bidein, I’m going to return you for now, alright?” Leisy whispered to the Pokemon perched on her shoulder. Bidein gave his trainer an inquisitive look before nodding, nipping at his trainer’s hair lightly as she returned him. “There we are. It’s safe now,” she said in a slightly louder voice, directing her attention back to Florence and the Pokemon hiding in the bush.
Listening closely as Florence explained the situation, Leisy frowned. “Well that’s not good at all. How’d she get separated from her trainer?” Leisy asked, encouraged by her concern for the bug-type’s well-being. “Perhaps we can accompany you as you deliver him to his trainer? Just in case something tries to attack again — I don’t think Feyhollow’s woods are known for being very safe, especially at night.”
@luckyblackcat
Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —“I don’t like this,” Shanae said quietly, following Marvin into the building. The boy had brought a flashlight and was now leading the way with it, but Shanae felt that the bright light did more damage than good. Not only were the trainer a glowing target for whatever fire-type they were hunting — a fire-type that was clearly aggressive, to boot — the beam would also serve to agitate wild Pokemon that had picked the abandoned factory for the darkness it offerred.
“Maybe we should turn it off,” she suggested. At her side, Ebon sniffed in agreement. The light was affecting his eyesight as well, its brightness limiting how far he could see in the dark.
“But then how will we be able to see?” Marvin asked, his voice echoing lightly against the factory walls. Shanae felt an urge to throttle the boy.
“Marvin, quiet!” she hissed, alarmed at how novice the boy seemed at exploration. He clearly wouldn’t last a day in the Atana ranges. “Here, give the the light.”
Marvin made a small noise of protest before begrudgingly handing the tool to Shanae. Leading the charge had made him feel like he was useful — needed, even — much unlike he was in daily life. His father always seemed busy, and his mother had passed away when he was young, so the quiet house was all he had for company. His Pokemon helped a lot, but they didn’t make up for his parents. As much as they needed him as a trainer, he hadn’t felt needed as a person.
Seeing the boy’s crestfallen expression after giving up the flashlight, Shanae felt a pang of regret for taking it away. “Here — hold it like this,” she said, covering the front of the flashlight with her other hand so that most of the beam was obstructed. “This way, you can limit the amount of light that comes out, so we won’t be completely in the dark.”
With that, she handed the flashlight back to Marvin. “I’m the fighting force here, so you’ll have to hold onto this. Lead on, Terra junior,” she said, flashing the boy a smile.
Marvin took the flashlight back, evidently surprised, but a grin appeared on his face soon enough, and he nodded enthusiastically. Just then, however, a heavy thud echoed out from deeper inside the factory. The two trainers looked up into the darkness before looking at each other and nodding.
Onwards they go.
144CP
Ahh @luckyblackcat sorry about the delay in posting! I'll get it up either tonight or tomorrow morning pst ^_^"
//edit: also, Leisy actually does have a pokemon she's yet to make progress with: her Ekans. It's still pretty feral and she has yet to use it in battle. (Nevermind if you already know this haha -- it's just that whenever one Ella gets depressed abt Leisy being perfect, i immediately go and reevaluate whether she's OP in my head, because she's not my OP character. I know that's not what you meant, but that's my thought process xD)
//edit: also, Leisy actually does have a pokemon she's yet to make progress with: her Ekans. It's still pretty feral and she has yet to use it in battle. (Nevermind if you already know this haha -- it's just that whenever one Ella gets depressed abt Leisy being perfect, i immediately go and reevaluate whether she's OP in my head, because she's not my OP character. I know that's not what you meant, but that's my thought process xD)
Kenza was the first to pick it up, mainly due to her speed. Having been born with fast reflexes, the hunter honed her inborn talent both because it was her first weapon and because it was her best one. From her first hunt to the last hunt she'd gone on before she'd signed up to hunt down the Wolfwing, Kenza had counted on her speed and her instincts to keep her out of death's jaws and secure her bounty. So, when the ominous feel of bloodlust seeped down from the upper floor, Kenza's senses put her on high alert, prompting her to draw her sword. We would have died if we'd gone up, she realized with a shudder, goosebumps speckling her skin when she realized how narrowly the hunters had just escaped death.
Mistletoe noticed it a split-second after Kenza, owing to her experience from years of hunting alone with just her senses to stave off death. That death was closer than she'd predicted scared her, especially since she wasn't one to take risks. Taking risks, especially as an archer, meant you lose the chance of having a secure upper hand -- something that Mistletoe dreaded since she prided herself on her foresight and decisiveness more than her sheer combat power. Brain over brawn was something she fully bought into, but such wouldn't be true if brain was not given enough time to utilize itself.
Looking back and meeting the other two hunters' eyes, Mistletoe saw her panic and fear reflected back, and without a word all three hunters quickened their pace down the stairwell. Upon arriving at the bottom, Mistletoe allowed herself to relax a little, taking in her new surroundings carefully. In the room was another suit of armor with a halberd, a doorway, and a smashed cabinet with fabrics piled messily beside it. Her initial reasons for choosing the halberd over the shortspear were still there though -- the weapon would be too heavy for her to handle one-handed, and she didn't want to put any strain on her injured hand if she could help it.
Kenza arrived beside Mistletoe, remaining just as panicked as she was before. Although the ominous presence hadn't made chase for the hunters, its bloodlust reminded Kenza that she was so very defenseless and mortal in this barrack-prison she was trapped in. As much as she hated her fear, she couldn't smother it completely, and so she was eager to put distance between herself and the stairwell.
"I'm sticking with the sword. You two grab what you need and let's move on," Kenza said, moving towards the doorway beside the suit of armor. Mistletoe nodded, understanding her fellow hunter's agitation even though she didn't feel it. Having been a solo hunter most of her career, the oldest hunter was used to keeping her emotions in check -- calming herself down and riling herself up was part of the job description when it was her against the world, and her experience in this aspect shined through in comparison to Kenza's. Although the other hunter was clearly a charismatic leader, she lacked the years of experience that Mistletoe had seen in some of the older hunters she'd been on hunts with.
"I'm going to stick with my shortspear -- lighter and more like a dagger," she told Derrick, pausing to wait for the boy to respond before following Kenza to the doorway.
@hekazu@lord of evil
Mistletoe noticed it a split-second after Kenza, owing to her experience from years of hunting alone with just her senses to stave off death. That death was closer than she'd predicted scared her, especially since she wasn't one to take risks. Taking risks, especially as an archer, meant you lose the chance of having a secure upper hand -- something that Mistletoe dreaded since she prided herself on her foresight and decisiveness more than her sheer combat power. Brain over brawn was something she fully bought into, but such wouldn't be true if brain was not given enough time to utilize itself.
Looking back and meeting the other two hunters' eyes, Mistletoe saw her panic and fear reflected back, and without a word all three hunters quickened their pace down the stairwell. Upon arriving at the bottom, Mistletoe allowed herself to relax a little, taking in her new surroundings carefully. In the room was another suit of armor with a halberd, a doorway, and a smashed cabinet with fabrics piled messily beside it. Her initial reasons for choosing the halberd over the shortspear were still there though -- the weapon would be too heavy for her to handle one-handed, and she didn't want to put any strain on her injured hand if she could help it.
Kenza arrived beside Mistletoe, remaining just as panicked as she was before. Although the ominous presence hadn't made chase for the hunters, its bloodlust reminded Kenza that she was so very defenseless and mortal in this barrack-prison she was trapped in. As much as she hated her fear, she couldn't smother it completely, and so she was eager to put distance between herself and the stairwell.
"I'm sticking with the sword. You two grab what you need and let's move on," Kenza said, moving towards the doorway beside the suit of armor. Mistletoe nodded, understanding her fellow hunter's agitation even though she didn't feel it. Having been a solo hunter most of her career, the oldest hunter was used to keeping her emotions in check -- calming herself down and riling herself up was part of the job description when it was her against the world, and her experience in this aspect shined through in comparison to Kenza's. Although the other hunter was clearly a charismatic leader, she lacked the years of experience that Mistletoe had seen in some of the older hunters she'd been on hunts with.
"I'm going to stick with my shortspear -- lighter and more like a dagger," she told Derrick, pausing to wait for the boy to respond before following Kenza to the doorway.
@hekazu@lord of evil
@hekazu Just a quick question: how many shields were in the room the hunters just left? I had Kenza pick one up, and then @lord of evil had Derrick pick one up as well, but then in Lord's last post it sounded like only Derrick had a shield?? Was there only one, or were there two?
@hekazu Alright fixed my post so that the hunters are going down. Wanna give us another recap of what's down there, and what's different? Sorry about the mix-up haha
@Silver Fox Well glad to hear back from you! Hope it clears up soon :)
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