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    Default .:Claymore RP:. First Mission; Training Survival of the Fittest

    First Mission: Beginnings.

    Prologue: In the midst of the dense jungle rich with native wildlife and forest so thick and vast even the most experienced mountain bandits can easily lose their bearing, an event took place amongst the hidden Organization known as Claymore. Huge trees, giant roots easily half the size of a full grown man and the morning sun lighting up the hidden dew beneath the wild umkempt grass bore witness to the event below as it rose up hastily nearing towards mid day. Trainees of the finest breed, the lone survivors of the hundreds produced in the same generation entered the area, some eager with anticipation whilst others growing anxious at the coming event with so much of their numbers gathering which hardly if ever occured at least not during the isolation their training so far has granted them. It was not surprising given that many of them had been deprived of such environment ever since they were brought to uphold the future generation of ranks in the Claymore organization whether they wished for it or not.



    Within the forest lay vast amount of space caressing the cheeks of those who walk within with cool eastern breeze. Sounds of footstep echoed as the trainees followed their retainers into the depths of the ocean of trees giving off strong scent of oak and great pine the size of a colossal tower. Trees here grew intimidatingly huge, many of the trainees awed at the naturally born towers of which not even the ones brought up from jungles had seen before.



    Looking up towards the sky now showering with bright sunlight they bathed in the comforting warmth they've lacked throughout their last minute trainings within their respective cells. Despite being filtered by many trees that rose up towards the sky, the light still reached them regardless as if indicating despite their ill begotten fate that they must now bare salvation still reached them for they still carried their humanity even within their corrupted bodies.



    Many Claymore trainees have gathered here today on orders of the elder Rimuto ;let pawns be tested and deployed then determine the strong from the weak as the elusive organization beckons to take action...

    Overview Objective: Final testing for all trainees. This test will determine your ranking.

    Black Cloak Briefing: Due to an oversight of a particularly powerful creature, warriors ranked 40 to 47 have been killed. This is your chance to be instated as a warrior. We are looking at your swordsmanship, ability to detect Yoma, awareness of surroundings and overall fighting potential. This forest shall be your final testing ground before deployment to your respective area given by your ranking. This forest is both a common trade route to travelling merchants and coincidentally its been notified as a habitat for a reasonable force of Yoma most likely banded together to feed off the merchant vessels as they pass through the mountain pass. There has been warrant for the extermination of these creatures from the neighbouring village and soldiers have been deployed many returning heavily injured or never returning at all. We have taken this opportunity to exterminate the yoma as a testing ground for the trainees to determine your ranking and graduation to become a Claymore. You will be watched from a far distance by the Eye and your retainers and expected to treat this as a real live combat putting your lives at risks as failure to survive will mean death by the hands of the Yoma. You're task is to silently and efficiently eliminate the targets within the allotted time frame but you must keep yourself unknown to human soldiers who could also be patrolling the area as we must keep this mission secretive from outside sources. You will be watched however danger of death is potentially high as we will not intervene so treat this task seriously not as a simple training drill.




    Two men dressed in full black attires sat at the base of the monstrously tall tree observing the claymore trainees from a great distance through the help of their escorts. Discussion took place amongst themselves in regards to the survival rate of the fresh products as well as the hidden dangers that lies ahead for the unknowing trainees.

    "Originally this would be regarded as a mission befitting of a team composed of 5 to 6 with a single digit in command due to the size of the area as well as the infestation that rivals Lake Viotaric but it looks like Rimuto wants to filter them in the most efficient way possible. I must say he picks the fastest solution to handpicking them" hands clasped into a form of prayer tha man spoke towards his fellow examiner with a wry smile, his eyes peering down at the shorter man through those dark glasses.

    "You make it sound like we're heartless Rubel." The shorter man robed in black smirked at the other as the two men enjoyed the sight while under the protective custody of the two other male warriors dressed in full armaments.


    "While at it why don't we play a little guessing game on the strong one, whether she will survive the survival test or die under the trainees blades."


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    "Hmm..." Farleen was staring up into the sky, watching as the beams of sunlight wove themselves through the soft canopy above. Her ears were hard at work, listening only to a gentle breeze that existed in stark contrast to the forest's condition. According to the elder Rimuto, trainee warriors were dispatched to wipe out the Yoma lurking in the forest, but Farleen could only gaze at the beauty of the wood, all thoughts of killing stricken from her mind. 'So maybe this wasn't the best of ideas.'

    Upon Rimuto's release of the trainees into the forest, instead of running in with the rest of the group, Farleen decided that they would detract from the potential experience she could obtain from the training, and thus separated herself from the rest of the group. The girl sweapt a long lock of blonde hair to the side, shifting slightly to change the position of her oufit. It was uncomfortable for her to wear. They were tight to her skin, showing off every curve of her figure, and on top of that were totally white. Farleen was never a fan of the color, mostly because, should the uniform get wet, more of her would be visible than she could ever hope to like.

    The trainee's thoughts fell suddenly back to her self-imposed seclusion. Why...? Because she was always a loner? Or maybe it was because Farleen thought herself to be better than the rest subconsciously. "Whatever," she thought out loud.

    Farleen licked her lips as her hands crept up to grasp the handle on her claymore. With a maniacal smile dashed across her face, a Yoma leapt into visibility before her. 'TIME TO START!!!" Claymore in one hand and unexplicable rage in the other, Farleen roared as she dashed at what could only be her first free-form torture doll.

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    Such a short intro post... but I'm gonna start killing shit early =)
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    .:Farleen:.
    From the corners of its gleaming eyes it watched Farleen's blind charge accelerating towards him at an alarming speed with her blade held high ready to behead him with the howling sword in her hand. Dressed in the simple garbs and tunic quite possibly gathered from his last meal, the yoma met his challenger with a straight on assault but tilted sideways in hopes of digging its insanely strong claws into the lower abdomen of his assaulter. In mid air they met, horrendous claws outstretched and aimed for Farleen's stomach met its mark slightly off target as the arm came off as easily as if it had been cut by the guillotine. Three of the stretched steel like nails dug into Farleen's stomach but that did not stop the trainee much to the Yoma's surprise and horror. Now with a severed arm stuck on Farleen like needles pinned to a cushion it hung lifeless on the reckless and savage trainee. It was brief but the Yoma felt fear and without a second thought it immediately gathered strength on its legs running away as fast its legs can take him away from the monster he dared challenge.

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    .:Sisteena:.
    "First time in a long while!" she thought... It truly has been awhile since Sisteena last set foot in the forest where she usually camped with her parents during her days as a refugee fleeing from the burning city. It seemed like forever since the days of her happy childhood and through unwanted cursed turn of events had led to this, she stood amongst the many groups dispatched from different locations, amongst other fellow trainee Claymores whom she has never met or conversed with until this morning. Armed with the tight fitting uniforms of their organization and a large sword yet to carry her very own insignia should she succeed in this final task, she surveyed her surroundings taking in as much details as she could with her inexperienced eyes. Before she had the chance to make proper analysis of their given situations, a fellow trainee dashed out on her own, Farleen if she recalled the name from earlier self introductions just before their deployment.

    "Reckless" she muttered as she saw the other girl dashing towards her own destined battle with a violent intent trailing after her existance.

    Though it was true and apparent that the training mission was to be dealt in any method they wanted regardless of team work or not, few words grabbed and haunted her attention from the briefing prior to their release. Failure to survive will mean death. The words played within her mind over and over reminding her that going out on her own was not exactly the best solution for a prolonged survival. It was true that they were testing for individual fighting potential and ability to sense Yoma, but ultimately survival seemed like the top priority she thought. Sisteena gazed at the remaining two trainees from the original 7 yet to leave the premises in search of their own share of the kills. She disliked to admit it but her Yoki reading had never been as strong as her combat capabilities and given that almost 200 rookies had been gathered to exterminate the band of yomas within the area for the 7 ranks now vacant to be taken, an irkling feeling inside her told her it wasn't a simple mission as her fellow trainees would like to think. The danger of dying had also been mentioned in the briefing from earlier... in anycase Sisteena took the initiative despite the temptation to follow many others whom charged into the forest and properly greeted the other two Claymore trainees standing before her.

    "I am Sisteena pleasure to meet you two, although its our first day together I would appreciate it if we could work as a small team during the mission. Will you accept my proposal?"

    She waited patiently for their answers silently.

    OOC: Any 2 players are welcomed to join me on the hunt and work as a small team. I'm interested in 2 players only first come first serve. If anyone is interested but if not thats fine too lol
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    “Aww… the drill is supposed to train us for one-person missions. I don’t like moving around on my own,” Cecily brooded as she sat upon the chair-shaped roots of a gigantic tree not far from were the mission started.

    She looked on as her fellow trainees marched to the trade route. She sighed only to have some stray falling leaf enter her mouth.

    As she coughed up the misguided foliage she came up of a plan. She decided to stay close to any other trainee, a distance close enough to see one another but far enough that she won’t be a hindrance to the other. “What a good stratagem! That way I won’t be lonely!” she exclaimed with glee.

    Then the memory of her roommate came to mind. “But what if the one I follow swoons?” she asked herself, her smile quickly changing into a depressive frown.

    She decides to stick the fight plan anyway and begins to search for a fellow trainee.
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    'Too weak...' Farleen watched as her prey darted off into the distance. The way things were now, she would never be able to catch up to the Yoma without opening her wounds further. The blonde heaved a depressed sigh, relaxing herself a moment before...

    *Shhhuck*

    Farleen ripped the Yoma's detached arm out of her belly, blood spraying through the holes left in her flesh by the beast's claws. The flow of crimson stopped after a second, but it had stained a fair portion of the trainee's newly obtained uniform, and if anything, this was more good than bad for Farleen: it gave her an excuse to loosen up the overly tight cloth. With her left hand, she pulled firmly on the center, bloodstained area of her uniform. With the right, she sliced through all of it, leaving only a large exposed portion of her belly.

    It was neither muscular nor the victim of gluttony, a fact that Farleen was more than grateful for. She thought that, if too much muscle had been built before sustaining such a wound, the nails would have torn through them, doing more damage than usual, and that with excess layers of fat, she would have lost more blood if the wounds were deeper. Despite her worries, however, the wounds were far from being anything but a mild hinderance, meaning that she could give chase to any of her prey as she pleased. 'Is this what people call 'lucky',' she asked herself.

    "I guess it's time to start experimenting with my technique." Farleen was supremely against waiting to heal her wounds before attacking another Yoma and decided that, for the good of the others, that she would hunt down every one of her targets to prevent future ambush. With a far-from-hidden flinch, Farleen began unleashing her youki. Her eyes changed from their pristine silver to the violent gold as veins bulged themselves across her flesh...

    Some way to justify her pathetic excuse...

    Ten percent was more than enough for what she was about to do. Bending her knees to somewhat of a crouch, Farleen shot every pulse of youki she could into her legs and burst into the air. A massive cloud of dust billowed in her wake as she flew through the forest, lucky that no limbs or branches were in her path...

    And then she saw it. A Yoma sat against a tree, grumbling in pain and blocking off a stub of an arm with dead leaves and mud. It didn't seem to notice the golden-white mass hurtling toward it, a massive sword ready to cut cleave the beast in two. This was an all-or-nothing swing for Farleen, and she was far from being ignorant of the fact.


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    Dear god, why have my RP posts gotten so short?
    Last edited by xxsaznpride; 09-03-2007 at 09:23 AM.
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    Farleen // Number 42

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    .:Farleen:.

    The injured yoma tried in desperation to tend to the clean sword wound which dispatched his arm. It bit back the urge to howl in pain tears gathered in its eyes trying not to scream lest he'll give away his current location to the crazed killer he witnessed from before. More than anything it was the eyes and the expression of the girl that frightened its very existence to the core.

    "That fucking silver eyed bitch, I'll kill her next time!" it swore and without realizing a sound ripped through his senses, something was approaching at high speed and just as it turned around to face whatever it was coming towards him, the Yoma saw a yellow flash or rather to be more precise a blur of image, a face fuled with rage and bloodlust flied past him or thats what he thought he saw as it passed him. Confused at what he had just bore witness to, he turned again to face Farleen hanging on a branch not too far away. His hand suddenly dropped down to the earth below and before he can speak or curse the warrior, top half of his torso followed to the depths below leaving his legs perched high on the branch facing away from the trainee only to fall as well. The yoma lay dead in three seperate pieces leaving a puddle of its dark blood where its body lay and a spray of blood splattered against Farleen's uniform leaving behind the evidence he once existed on Farleen before she delivered him his doom.

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    Lindy

    “Yes Yes Yes!" Lindy exclaimed to herself as it has been a long time since she last seen such rich green foliage as she has been training relentlessly in a rock granary-like location for the most of her life. Coming into contact with that many Claymore comrades is actually the very first time for Lindy and the very sight of them kept her excited. Holding onto her blue handle Claymore, she was about to make the first move to engage in a conversation with a fellow Claymore who was standing beside her.

    However, a command was given and the majority of the Claymores rushed on ahead without even stopping for a second to take a glance at Lindy. It was as if she wasn’t there. “Graduation…I guess that’s what Graduation is about.”Lindy figured that her comrades were in a rush to graduate and were all rushing to the hot spots that are over-pouring with Yomas. Though having an optimistic character, she was starting to feel some disappointment when she heard the much wanted greeting from a fellow Claymore.

    "I am Sisteena pleasure to meet you two, although its our first day together I would appreciate it if we could work as a small team during the mission. Will you accept my proposal?"

    With a friendly smile, Lindy stepped forward and replied, “Hi Sisteena, I’m Lindy. Nice to meet you. May we get along well and excel in this mission together.”

    Cheerfully, Lindy looks forward to the much awaited adventures with Sisteena and the other Claymore comrade.
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    Kaiserin

    Kaiserin walked slowly away from her unfamiliar handlers. She was not used to talking to or taking orders from anyone other than Tanit. They seemed to stare at her with their cold, piercing and unforgiving eyes. They were surely judging her, whispering maliciously. They were bossing everyone around, but that was to be expected, they were the bosses after all.

    Kaiserin yawned loudly, in fact, a little too loudly. It seemed like a few trainees hadn't left yet, the handlers looked at her with disdain. Kaiserin, a little embarrassed sulked away slowly over some large roots and climbed heartily into an oncoming tree to get a better view of the area. Her eyesight was good, but against the thick foliage it didn't matter.

    "This probably isn't the best idea I've ever had" she thought to herself. She nodded her head left and closed her eyes, trying to feel the surroundings for life. It was no good though, no matter how hard she tried she just could not focus onto any trainee or Yoma. It wasn't as easy as they made it sound, just thinking about it again gave her a headache.

    Kaiserin stretched out her arms and legs, letting out yet another loud yawn.

    "This is so boring" she sighed under her breath, worried that someone would hear her (yet paying little attention to the audibility of her yawns). Trying to get comfortable was hard, she was still sleepy, being that it was seemingly the crack of dawn. The trainee uniform was skin tight, it took some getting used too, but after a while it feels like wearing nothing at all, which also took some getting used too. Unfortunately the uniform was thin, and offered no padding against the rough surface of the tree she was leaning on.

    "Oh, I know!" Kaiserin thought to herself, and grabbed her sword, it was lighter than the ones she had previously trained with, a little shorter too. A present from Tanit no doubt. To help aid with her ability to parry. She stood upright on the tree, and with a hearty lunge, plunged her sword down into the tree to create a makeshift leaning post. She sat back down and laid her back against the smooth surface of the sword. "Much better" she thought as she got comfortable. She started to close her eyes and nod off, when she heard a cracking noise. This was surely a prelude to a world of pain, Kaiserin quickly opened her eyes as she felt gravity take her and instead of facing a warm comforting light, she faced a bunch of large branches and a very unaccommodating floor.

    As she fell towards the ground, she thought of a few things. How much this would hurt, how many people would laugh at her and why didn't she realize that stabbing her sword into a branch would break it.

    OOC: How much damage is done I'll leave up to Tet/Miria.
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    -=Farleen=-

    Battle experience...

    what was it really? Was it literally just experience gained from battle or was there more to it than that? Either way, such useful things as this didn't register with Farleen until she truly thought about them, but she had never stopped before to consider the possibility that something so intangible could be important. The blonde had just killed a Yoma, yes, but it was nothing far from what the Organization made trainees do to prove their worth, and Farleen was already bored of the one to one fighting aspect of the mission. What she wanted was something she couldn't have...

    Time alone with just one Yoma.

    She already knew what she wanted to do: It was nothing difficult, of course, as torture could never truly be time consuming, but would require only one. The problem was that this "one" Yoma, special above the others because Farleen had set her sights on it, would have to be desparate enough to live to want to fight on instead of fleeing. 'Too bad.' She knew that such hopes were dashed however, what with the massive amount of Yoma blood splashed across her entire figure, face and hair included.

    With only selfish thoughts in mind, Farleen sweapt her sword across the air, throwing what blood was on it onto the mixed foliage below. Heaving an exasperated sigh for the new situation she had thrown herself into, the blonde used her vantage point to scan the surrounding area for anything that she could use to clean herself. There was a river nearby, but Farleen was under the impression that someone she lacked the ability to sense would watch her undress. Despite this odd belief, she hopped down from the branch and landed next to her first kill. No foliage rose up from the impact to greet her; the Yoma's blood was weighing it down.

    It took only a minute's walk for the blonde to reach her destination. The river was shallow, the smoothed pebbles and fish clearly visible below the surface, and the water seemed fresh. Too bad, then, that she would have to be the one that stained it crimson. At the very least, the fish could be glad she had no appetite. Farleen set one foot in the water to test the temperature, and found its coolness to be suprisingly comfortable. Stripping herself of the uniform's armor and weapon, she stepped a ways into the river. The water lapped gently at her legs as it flowed past, tinged crimson as some of the Yoma's blood was taken with it.

    "Ma~ ma, I thought you'd never come out," Farleen said, more to herself than not, as a Yoma, slightly larger and lighter-skinned than the first, lumbered toward her armor and claymore. A barehanded fight one-on-one against a Yoma? With her ability, Farleen would at least be able to get the claymore back in her hands to finish it off if she felt the need to do so. On top of that, the rush she felt going against a Yoma in the same way a Yoma would go against an armed warrior was unexplicably euphoric.

    !?

    She hadn't sensed it... a second Yoma stepped into sight behind the first, but how did she miss it? Was she too relaxed? Or maybe the first's youki blocked the second from her senses on top of her lack of caution? "Whatever." She was thinking out loud again. This wasn't the kind of thing that someone aspiring to be one of the Organizatoin's top members could be worrying about. Farleen knew that, while keeping calm in the face of her new situation was important, her usual "charge in and hope it works" fighting routine was of no use here. Wincing, she raised her youki to the point that her eyes changed and smiled...

    If she had to die to a couple Yoma, then at least she could die learning about where her limits were, at the very least.

    Farleen stood still in the water, waiting for the Yoma to make the first move and hoping that, above all else, she could keep at least one of them writhing in pain for a while.

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    If anyone wants to kill the Yoma I've gotten selfish with, feel free to team up... just say so in your post.
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    OCC:Should I wait on aquiring my speciallized weapon because I am not suppost to even start using until a certain tradgy during a mission before I start using it. Oh well just uses what I put in as orginal skill if that is case. I guess my character will team up for now. Thought your character maybe a little tick that Arc even attempted or succeed in taking your kill so, Arc may have to try to escape.

    Arc

    Arc decided to walk around cautionsly walking around. Looks around seem there was battle here but no corpse.
    Arc thinks "Looks likes there is quite a bit of activity going on arround here, but where is the body, either claymore or Yoma, I guess I shouldn't get too caught up in just looking at senery". Well as one of the last male half breed to still be a male trainees Arc guess that he should be more cautious then most, so he continues wandering catiously around. "Whatever" he hears a female voice say out loud. Arc head in the general direction of the voice to fine a female claymore standing in small body of water facing two Yoma. "Well I guess I can help since the risk to me is minimal especially since these appear to be the only Yomas in this part of the area" Arc thought. Arc attempted a quick surprise slash attack on the Yoma in the rear aiming for the neck. And if that succeed go into a second upward slash into next Yoma followed quickly by back step reverse slash to prevent counter attack. And jump back dodge if the initial surprise attack doesn't work. "At least that is plan, I wounder if the lady will be grateful or pissed" Arc thought to himself the split moment before going on starting his assult.
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