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Achronum@lord of evil just making sure, Mistletoe's the one who moved in Derrick's direction. Kenza didn't move, since she's too cautious, etc etc. Either way, they're both looking to get out of the room.
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The rest of the bloodbath went quickly, and Moerae found that although she herself sustained no injuries, there were too many Yoma about for her to protect the villagers from. Protecting the line of previous game-players didn’t go as well as the Claymore hoped; she’d lost one human, who’d been dragged off into the bloodbath, and another had sustained a fatal-looking bite to the shoulder that took what seemed like both flesh and bone.
“My child!” a father was wailing to the sky as Moerae flicked the blood off her blade.
The wail cut off, and shuffling noises could be heard. Looking over just in time, the Claymore narrowly dodged the charging human, eyes wide as she watched the man huff, saliva and snot gathered over his face. His eyes, though, were livid with life — and rage.
“You! It’s your fault!” the man shouted, a trembling finger pointed at Moerae. “It’s your fault my Margot was killed! Why didn’t you do your job properly?”
The girl blinked, understanding that the accusation was directed at her, but not understanding why. Were humans all so unreasonable? The man was accusing her in an attempt to find someone to blame other than himself. He’d been the closest one to his daughter, and he was the one who’d failed to shield the girl from the attacking Yoma, yet it was now Moerae’s fault somehow.
I failed to cut down all the Yoma, yes, she thought, sheathing her sword as the man yelled in anger, preparing to charge again. But I’m not omnipotent, and there’s no one to blame except the Yoma, and perhaps the world that we live in for being cruel.
The man ran at her, but Moerae was faster, dodging out of the way before her even finished his first step. But the man never finished; Raynald stepped back, a hand frozen at chest level as the human dropped, landing in a heap at the rank two’s feet.
“A firm hand is all you need to deal with them,” he told Moerae, dusting off his hands. He waved to the other Claymore. “Ansgar’s making his own plans again, and you should probably listen. You’re in them.”
Hearing Raynald’s words, Moerae quickly pinpointed where Ansgar was — it wasn’t hard since the Claymore in question exuded Yoki when he didn’t care enough to suppress it, the monstrous energy rolling off him as easily as light off the sun — and ran over, arriving within seconds.
Ansgar was currently up in Gideon’s face, threatening the man. Moerae caught her name somewhere in the exchange — Gideon was to team up with her? What for?
“Oh, Moerae,” Ansgar said, an easy grin on his face as he sauntered over. “Don’t feel insulted that I’m getting you a bodyguard. It’s just that you’re new and rather inexperienced, and I have to make sure that you don’t die on me. The last female — well, she was no fun. Weak — almost as weak as a human,” he said, shrugging. “I got bored of her quickly — what fun is trying to tame the meek and submissive? — but you — you’re stronger, aren’t you?” he said, the same grin on his lips, except wider now.
Moerae dodged out of the rank one’s way as he approached, mouth set in a hard line. This, she recognized. It was surprising to see that even the rank one was affected by such animalian qualities, but at the same time Moerae wasn’t too surprised. Many a Claymore retained unfavorable traits after their transformation, and Ansgar was evidently among them.
“The organization didn’t order such an action,” she said flatly. Ansgar narrowed his eyes briefly, then relaxed again, his grin returning.
“Well the organization isn’t much fun, is it?” he asked, laughing at his own joke. “Well, I say this meeting is dispersed. Nice seeing you all, and meeting you, Moerae,” he said, waving a hand as he walked away. “See you all again — if you don’t get offed first.” With that, the rank one blinked into the wind, gone.
“I’d love to say that you should just ignore the idiot,” Raynald said, breaking the silence, “but you’d both best follow. Ansgar’s known for his temper, and his strength gets the organization to overlooks many of his unreasonable actions.” The rank two paused, sighing. “Good luck to the both of you.”
The rank two walked away as well, as did the rest of the group. Some cast curious looks as the left, while others looked rather amused at the whole thing.
@lazarus
“My child!” a father was wailing to the sky as Moerae flicked the blood off her blade.
The wail cut off, and shuffling noises could be heard. Looking over just in time, the Claymore narrowly dodged the charging human, eyes wide as she watched the man huff, saliva and snot gathered over his face. His eyes, though, were livid with life — and rage.
“You! It’s your fault!” the man shouted, a trembling finger pointed at Moerae. “It’s your fault my Margot was killed! Why didn’t you do your job properly?”
The girl blinked, understanding that the accusation was directed at her, but not understanding why. Were humans all so unreasonable? The man was accusing her in an attempt to find someone to blame other than himself. He’d been the closest one to his daughter, and he was the one who’d failed to shield the girl from the attacking Yoma, yet it was now Moerae’s fault somehow.
I failed to cut down all the Yoma, yes, she thought, sheathing her sword as the man yelled in anger, preparing to charge again. But I’m not omnipotent, and there’s no one to blame except the Yoma, and perhaps the world that we live in for being cruel.
The man ran at her, but Moerae was faster, dodging out of the way before her even finished his first step. But the man never finished; Raynald stepped back, a hand frozen at chest level as the human dropped, landing in a heap at the rank two’s feet.
“A firm hand is all you need to deal with them,” he told Moerae, dusting off his hands. He waved to the other Claymore. “Ansgar’s making his own plans again, and you should probably listen. You’re in them.”
Hearing Raynald’s words, Moerae quickly pinpointed where Ansgar was — it wasn’t hard since the Claymore in question exuded Yoki when he didn’t care enough to suppress it, the monstrous energy rolling off him as easily as light off the sun — and ran over, arriving within seconds.
Ansgar was currently up in Gideon’s face, threatening the man. Moerae caught her name somewhere in the exchange — Gideon was to team up with her? What for?
“Oh, Moerae,” Ansgar said, an easy grin on his face as he sauntered over. “Don’t feel insulted that I’m getting you a bodyguard. It’s just that you’re new and rather inexperienced, and I have to make sure that you don’t die on me. The last female — well, she was no fun. Weak — almost as weak as a human,” he said, shrugging. “I got bored of her quickly — what fun is trying to tame the meek and submissive? — but you — you’re stronger, aren’t you?” he said, the same grin on his lips, except wider now.
Moerae dodged out of the rank one’s way as he approached, mouth set in a hard line. This, she recognized. It was surprising to see that even the rank one was affected by such animalian qualities, but at the same time Moerae wasn’t too surprised. Many a Claymore retained unfavorable traits after their transformation, and Ansgar was evidently among them.
“The organization didn’t order such an action,” she said flatly. Ansgar narrowed his eyes briefly, then relaxed again, his grin returning.
“Well the organization isn’t much fun, is it?” he asked, laughing at his own joke. “Well, I say this meeting is dispersed. Nice seeing you all, and meeting you, Moerae,” he said, waving a hand as he walked away. “See you all again — if you don’t get offed first.” With that, the rank one blinked into the wind, gone.
“I’d love to say that you should just ignore the idiot,” Raynald said, breaking the silence, “but you’d both best follow. Ansgar’s known for his temper, and his strength gets the organization to overlooks many of his unreasonable actions.” The rank two paused, sighing. “Good luck to the both of you.”
The rank two walked away as well, as did the rest of the group. Some cast curious looks as the left, while others looked rather amused at the whole thing.
@lazarus
Aedre Charbonnet
— Mesalon Pokemon Center —“Completely agree on your thoughts about taking on an unknown field,” Aedre said to Rachel, grinning. “The mysteries around Honedge are exactly what got me so interested in it. How exactly did the spirit come to reside within the sword? Was there a specific process that bound the creature to the sword, or was it just that the spirit felt that they still had something to do? Also, what kind of spirit is it — human or Pokemon? Does it still remember its former life?” Aedre asked rapidly, citing questions as they came to her.
The flow of endless questions that cropped up around Honedge and its latter evolutions was precisely why she’d been drawn to the ghost-type. In a way, the sword was almost like a fossil; its life was in the past, its body long decayed, yet it had reawakened somehow, living on past its time. Its form clearly suggested that Honedge came into existence after humans had, so was the spirit inside every Honedge a human, mind suppressed as it continued its life as a ghostly weapon?
And, rambling again, Aedre thought, figuring not to cite her thoughts out loud this time. There was no need for Amber, or Rachel, to hear that line of thought.
“It’s a beautiful name,” Aedre told Amber, a smile on her lips as she watched the other scientist placate her Rockruff. Much like her parents, Amber seemed to have an innate love for Pokemon of all kinds, as well as a knack for working with them. Aedre aspired to that level of confidence and security in her own skills, with both Pokemon and people.
Looking over at Rachel’s question, Aedre frowned. “I’m, well, actually not sure if I’m staying for that long,” she admitted hesitantly before brightening up. “But, if I do get an extension to my time in Kosei, you can bet on it.”
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Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —“Florence!” Leisy yelled down the pit, seeing the girl fall over again. She looked around, trying to find a Pokemon that was strong enough to pull the other girl out, but seeing none. She lacked the Pokemon big and strong enough to do the job.
Bidein’s a flying-type, but he’s way too small to pull Florence up, even if his battle’s basically done. Naunet’s injured, and Devi’s not back yet, Leisy thought, running through her options in her head. Cassia and Liciae are too small, Tyrus can’t stay solid for long periods of time, and Cura wouldn’t be able to get back up. Animo… Leisy started, reaching into her bag and pulling out the Sewaddle’s Pokeball before releasing the bug-type.
“Animo! Can you shoot a couple String Shots onto Florence?” Leisy asked.
The bug-type nodded, inching over to the edge of the pit and spewing white silk at Florence. The silk wrapped around the injured girl, sticky and growing in strength as the Sewaddle continued its work.
Leisy walked over to the the bug-type, picking up the ends of the silk. She looked over her shoulder. “Ella, help me pull her up!” Leisy called. “Cura, you too! Bidein, go see if you can find Devi!” She looked back down the hole. “Florence, we’re going to get you out.”
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@Hekazu Erkkk just stalling on my part, sorry! Just posted :/
When the heavy clunk sounded, Kenza's eyes flicked to the source, and the hunter immediately froze. A gargoyle! she thought, recognizing the monster's trademark skin that was mottled with impurities where stone had worn away. Her eyes were drawn to the statue's glowing yellow eyes, unwavering in their brightness, and then to the radiant circle carved into its chest. What was the circle — its one source of energy, or an additional source possibly?
The gargoyle remained motionless on its perch, but Kenza wasn't about to take any chances. That it was currently in the room watching the hunters was enough to say that it was another one of those "wardens" of the garrison, intent on keeping their prisoners inside, and Kenza flicked her eyes around her view to try to pick out her teammates. The library had gone silent, save for the skittering of arachnid legs over where the rugs had decayed over stone.
Mistletoe had frozen at the clunk, turning her head slowly to look at what had caused the sound. The sight of the gargoyle sitting there, silent and still encouraged her to maintain her status as a statue as well, but her brain had possibilities that thought otherwise. If the gargoyle had been intent on killing the hunters, the best way to dispatch them would have been picking them off one by one when they were split apart, yet the carved piece of stone hadn't done that. Rather, it'd sat down — an action that so obviously announced its presence that the only conclusion was that it had wanted to announce its presence. Meaning that, ignoring the other parts of her screaming and arguably more sensible mind, the gargoyle wasn't here to kill the hunters.
This is borderline suicidal, Mistletoe thought, tensing her muscles and taking a step to her right, in the direction of Derrick and the door. But the line between life and death here is thin enough that this barely matters.
@hekazu@lord of evil
The gargoyle remained motionless on its perch, but Kenza wasn't about to take any chances. That it was currently in the room watching the hunters was enough to say that it was another one of those "wardens" of the garrison, intent on keeping their prisoners inside, and Kenza flicked her eyes around her view to try to pick out her teammates. The library had gone silent, save for the skittering of arachnid legs over where the rugs had decayed over stone.
Mistletoe had frozen at the clunk, turning her head slowly to look at what had caused the sound. The sight of the gargoyle sitting there, silent and still encouraged her to maintain her status as a statue as well, but her brain had possibilities that thought otherwise. If the gargoyle had been intent on killing the hunters, the best way to dispatch them would have been picking them off one by one when they were split apart, yet the carved piece of stone hadn't done that. Rather, it'd sat down — an action that so obviously announced its presence that the only conclusion was that it had wanted to announce its presence. Meaning that, ignoring the other parts of her screaming and arguably more sensible mind, the gargoyle wasn't here to kill the hunters.
This is borderline suicidal, Mistletoe thought, tensing her muscles and taking a step to her right, in the direction of Derrick and the door. But the line between life and death here is thin enough that this barely matters.
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@hekazu Going to wait for a GM post just to see if the hunters can find any other tools. Sorry about just going for it @lord of evil, didn't really leave you much choice there ^_^"
Brida Aiolfi
Arriving at the Grand Hotel Mohad, Avent City | Alone
Brida alighted the steps down from the private plane she’d flown from from the Erkens Federation to Avent City, a pensive and rather unsettled frown on her face. As one who prided herself on doing her research thoroughly and maintaining a low profile, she felt like she’d been somehow outsmarted in the game this time around.
The plane ride was a ridiculous joke — in more ways than one. Although Brida’s life hadn’t been on the line since she took over the wheel, it nearly had. She’d been stuck with an incompetent pilot and was pushed into doing the job she’d paid someone else to do. In face, she had been completely ready to throttle her inexperienced, lightning-phobic good-for-nothing excuse of a captain the moment she touched the ground when the storm blinked out of existence and the real joke was revealed.
Her “Captain” was, in fact, an employee of the Hunter Association and the designated proctor of Brida’s pre-exam. “Samantha Whiting,” or, rather, Rory Margaretson, was a sixty-something-year-old retired hunter who was able to “conjure illusions,” and had decided to test Brida by magicking up a thunderstorm and feigning uselessness to see what her passenger would do. Her illusions lacked tangibility and sound, which explained why Brida heard neither thunderclap nor raindrop during her plane ride. The real captain had been hiding in the bathroom in the cockpit, waiting in case Rory ran into some trouble basic pilot skills couldn’t solve — which wasn’t likely, considering that it’d been the perfect day for flying: sunny skies, without a single cloud in sight.
“Sure I expected my examinee to get angry and perhaps come to the cockpit to either encourage me to face my fears or give me a proper lecture, but take over the steering wheel and fly themselves out of danger?” the red-haired woman asked, laughing heartily as she shed her disguise and bared her wrinkles. “Brida Aiolfi, you almost gave me a heart attack, and that would not have been good. Even the real captain was impressed with how calm you were able to be!”
Brida had taken all of the new information in silently, mind blank. What was she to feel — relief? Gratitude? Outrage? Her captain — despite all her background checks, her planning, and her procedures that were meant to keep her safe — had turned out to be a long-time employee of the Hunter Association masquerading as a woman who didn’t even exist. This glaring fact had somehow managed to escape Brida, and that meant that she only had herself to blame for being hoodwinked into the elaborate joke of a plane ride that the older lady spent the rest of the flight laughing over as Brida flew on, silent. Earlier, she’d thanked the heavens that she’d been taught how to fly planes in case of emergencies; now, she was too busy feeling like a fool to care.
“Take it — you earned it,” Rory said, handing Brida a glossy white card emblazoned with two X’s and a red diamond where they intersected — the Hunter Association’s symbol. “That, my dear, is a VIP access card. I only get one, and you only get one, but I know this is the right decision,” Rory said, a broad grin on her face. “Brida Aiolfi, you’ll go far in this exam. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you pass it,” the lady said, guffawing. “Just drop the robot act, and you’ll do fine.”
Slapping Brida’s suitcase into her arms, Rory smacked the girl’s back and said her goodbyes, laughing as she reentered the plane and drove it off the runway and into the skies. Brida gazed at the disappearing speck blankly, acceptance finally settling in.
“Miss Aiolfi?” a voice asked. Looking over, Brida took in a young man dressed in a crisp black-and-white suit, a pin of the Hunter Association logo on his breast. “Your pre-exam proctor informed us of your results. I’m here to escort you to the exam site. This way, please.”
Brida sized the man up tiredly. If hunters could conjure up faces and storms, what was the point of asking for verification? What did she hope to see that could shake her doubt at this point?
“Lead the way,” she said, sighing. She’d had a long flight, and all she wanted was a place to set her luggage down and relax.
Leisy Takigawa
— Feyhollow —“Oh,” Leisy said, eyes widening. The poacher had taken Florence’s Pokemon? Unable to to fathom how that felt, Leisy could only start to imagine the extent of the ripping sadness Florence was feeling.
A round of hissing behind her jolted the girl out of her thoughts. Glancing to the side, she saw a group of Ekans — likely the Pokemon that had bitten Florence. As Ella dug through Florence’s bag for the Pecha Berry Florence had spoken of, Leisy pulled her other Pokeballs, looking for the ones that would be most effective. Poison-types, she thought, scanning over the remaining four fresh Pokeballs. That would rule out Animo, and Cassia wouldn’t exactly be pleased if I made her battle right now. So, that leaves…
“C’mon out, Tyrus, Liciae,” Leisy said, a purple gaseous mass forming by her shoulder and a sleek form sliding down to land by her feet. “There’s a nest of Ekans here, likely stirred up by the earthquake earlier. I’ll need your help to fight them off.”
The two Pokemon nodded, the Gastly even going so far as to retract his tongue and adopt a rather serious-looking expression. Bidein joined them, landing beside his teammates in a flurry of orange and black feathers, and the Audino wobbled over, lighting a Heal Pulse at the flying-type. The Fletchinder absorbed the glow, fluffing out his feathers and chirping a thanks to the fairy-type.
“Okay, Bidein, stir things up with a Flame Charge. Tyrus, you start picking Pokemon off with Confuse Ray and Hypnosis, and Liciae help out with Night Slash,” Leisy said. After her Pokemon had headed off to join the battle, she looked over to her Audino. “Audino, you stay back and take care of the Pokemon from afar,” Leisy said. “You’re susceptible to poison-types, but at the same time I can’t return you right now.”
The Audino nodded, glancing down at the smaller fairy-type in her arms before directing her gaze towards the injured human, who was now looking a lot better after eating the pink berry. Walking over, the Audino leaned down and closed her eyes, focusing and emitting another spurt of bright light — a Heal Pulse.
“Oh,” Leisy said, walking over. “I don’t know if — well,” she paused, deciding that she wouldn’t try and dissuade her Audino’s compassion “thank you, Audino. Cura — how about that?” The Audino purred a high note, and Leisy smiled. “Glad to hear that you like it.”
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157CP
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