"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.
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."
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?"
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]
"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”
“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... >_<
"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.
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.
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?”
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?