“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.
OCC: My character doesn't mind talking to a depressed sadist.
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."
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.
"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.
"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."
"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.
"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.
.: 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."
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
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.