Claymore Fanfiction Discussion

[shelter]

Originally Posted by hell88

I don't like how people keep dropping there fic's because some of them turn out to be really good.

Haha...It's very difficult to keep writing fanfiction, esp for fandoms which nobody really reads. No one reading = little support. Claymore is still ok. But it's quite challenging to think up of something original. I wouldn't want to post another Clare x Raki the male Claymore fic. That's something the first few writers have already done.

And to tell you the truth when I first started writing Claymore fanfiction I was a bit intimidated by a bunch of ultra passionate canon writers on FF.net, who gave out a lot of bad reviews to what they saw as slightly non-canon material.

[weirdo487]

Originally Posted by hell88

I don't like how people keep dropping there fic's because some of them turn out to be really good.

its also hard to keep a story going you can be writing for a while on something and the plot gets to a patch that isn't fun to write/ is hard to write about (as in can't think of anything) and the writer just stops (its happened to me with something original i was writing haven't made any progress on "current" portion since January) its sad but it happens

[Bikerider]

This is why I stick to Snapshots. No plot, no story, just a set up and a punch line.

[weirdo487]

Originally Posted by Bikerider

This is why I stick to Snapshots. No plot, no story, just a set up and a punch line.

lol thats exactly why i cant do snapshots. writing with out character development or at least a purpose (to me) is... lacking... for lack of a better word

[ghazghkull]

for some people, they can just "Shotgun" it, and it comes out great.

Others need to have something, which ranges from a general idea to a well thought out outline, to be able to write something, or anything.

[weirdo487]

Originally Posted by ghazghkull

for some people, they can just "Shotgun" it, and it comes out great.

Others need to have something, which ranges from a general idea to a well thought out outline, to be able to write something, or anything.

"shotgun"... im confused as to what you mean by that
do you mean it as in snapshots or as in just going off of what ever with out an outline or anything.
I tent to end up doing the latter (makes it fun in my opinion because even eye only have the vaguest ideas on whats going to happen next) but i hate working with outlines and such (they don't really help much unless they are detailed and if they are detailed then changing one thing can make it hard to fit what you changed in with what you've said you wanted to happen and things just go down hill from there) but then again thats just my opinion.

[ghazghkull]

Originally Posted by weirdo487

"shotgun"... im confused as to what you mean by that
do you mean it as in snapshots or as in just going off of what ever with out an outline or anything.
I tent to end up doing the latter (makes it fun in my opinion because even eye only have the vaguest ideas on whats going to happen next) but i hate working with outlines and such (they don't really help much unless they are detailed and if they are detailed then changing one thing can make it hard to fit what you changed in with what you've said you wanted to happen and things just go down hill from there) but then again thats just my opinion.

The latter :3

[weirdo487]

then i shall be content with being a shotgun then

[ghazghkull]

Originally Posted by weirdo487

then i shall be content with being a shotgun then

*pats weirdo487's head as if he were a child*

That's a good boy :3

[weirdo487]

well I've finished the bit i was doing so here it is
its long is i broke it up into parts.
(This is during the time Weirdo was looking for info regarding the disappearance of Shelter and Bishou since presumably he was doing so on his own and Mikke was keeping things in the city running smoothly Mikke isn’t in here (in fact no one (as in main chars) but weirdo is in it) (lol like my use of parenthesis inside of parenthesis )

Epic soul searching chapter (IDK actually)

Spoiler for part 1:

Weirdo looked around at the field there wasn’t a tree in sight and he needed to find a place to hide out for the night and soon. It was dangerous to be constantly
releasing his yoki and pulling it back like he had been for the last week or so. But it was necessary otherwise he wouldn’t have the brains to find grass even in this field. So far all he had found out is that Shelter hadn’t been in any of the places he had looked. He had made his way back tracking their steps from when they had last seen Shelter to the inn they stayed at the day before they had met up. Weirdo continued forward running as fast as he could. Finally he sees trees.

Weirdo: looks like a good place to hide. Hopefully nothing poisonous.

He ran into the small wooded area and jumped up into the tallest tree he could find. He tied himself to the branches making a kind of hammock with him in the middle and his sword pinning the rope to the trunk of the tree. He repressed his Yoki to its lowest. He fell into unconsciousness as he normally did.
He awoke the next day and panicked as he was suspended in a tree some forty feet off the ground in a net. His flailing and struggling loosened the net enough to free himself. As he sat up he fell through one of the holes in it and landed on his back. He stood and leaned over catching his breath against a tree.
*snap*
Weirdo turned toward the noise. Four warriors stood in the dappled light from the trees.

Warrior one: Who are you.

Warrior two: Shut up he’s just a traveler leave him be we have work to do.

Warrior three: I sense some yoki coming off him he might be a yoma.

Warrior two: no he’s not now we need to get moving. *to weirdo* sorry we will be
on our way.

the warriors walk off. a gust of wind blows weirdo’s claymore from were it had been dislodged from the struggle and it falls to the ground next to him.

Warrior four: what was that?

Warrior two: eh? Another warrior. What’s your number?

Warrior three: He’s a rouge I think. That symbol looks like that of the rouge warrior
weirdo487. According to what I’ve herd he could give even you a run for your money Kriss.

Warrior four: I doubt that. he doesn’t look very smart. Nor does the yoki coming off him mark him as being on my level.

Warrior one: I herd something about that too. Seems he plays like a half wit or something until he starts fighting, or at least that’s what I heard.

Kriss (warrior four): Well what does it matter. He has a sword and isn’t wearing the uniform so he’s obviously a rouge. We’ll take care of this no matter who he is.

All four ready their swords and set up to attack weirdo who is staring at his sword dumbly

Warrior two: Ummm is this really ok Kriss. He’s not doing anything.


Kriss: Quiet Evan. You and Melissa go and surround him we three will rush him. Cathy standby incase he jumps.

Melissa (warrior one): Evan you get behind him. Ill take the side opposite Kriss

Evan (warrior two): don’t boss me around I know were I’m supposed to go.

Kriss: GO!
the three warriors jump at weirdo who looks up for the first time.

Weirdo: oh your back… I thought you left.

the three converge on the spot where weirdo was standing. Throwing up a cloud of debris

Weirdo: Well that wasn’t nice I could have gotten hurt you know. Now I’ll be on my way, I’m looking for a friend of mine… I think.

Cathy (warrior three): you are weirdo487 aren’t you?

Weirdo: Eh how did you know my name?… am I famous?

Kriss: How did you dodge that? We had you.

Weirdo: *shrugs* I don’t know I just did. Now I’m sorry but I need to go, like I said I think I’m looking for a friend of mine.

Cathy: I thought so… but your different… from how you were.

Weirdo: hummm how I was… Is this a story *runs over and sits in front of Cathy* I love stories.

Cathy: Well for starters you were never this stupid.

Kriss: you know him Cathy?

Cathy: I was once part of a group sent to hunt him down when he escaped. It was along time ago.

Melissa: And!

Cathy: two of us were cut down, the leader and the number two. Myself and the other one were only alive because we never got in his way.

Evan: How did you know that he wasn’t this stupid???

Weirdo: is this a scary story. I don’t like scary stories.

Cathy: *Ignoring weirdo for the moment like every one else* I was picked because we were paired up a lot on missions and stuff, because our areas were close together. He would goof off a lot but he wasn’t stupid. Actually he managed to do rather well considering his low yoki is.

Weirdo: HEY! The character in your story has the same name as me!

Kriss: How, if his yoki is so low, did he cut down half your team? And how is he so stupid now that he isn’t picking up on the fact that we intend to have his head?

Cathy: I don’t know…

Weirdo: ummm what happened to the story.

Kriss: It doesn’t matter lets finish this. *Readies her claymore*

A concussion ripped the air and kriss dove at weirdo. weirdo rolls to the side.

Weirdo: Please don’t attack I don’t what to fight.

Kriss: Then die!

Weirdo releases his yoki and blocks Kriss’s swing.


Kriss: What? How did?

Cathy: He’s just like before, when he cut down those two in his way.

Evan: how is he this powerful? his yoki isn’t even comparable to what it was
before.

Mellissa: Damn. Kriss what are we going to do.

Kriss: cut him down, its four to one.

Kriss lunged again weirdo pushed her blade aside into Evan’s and jumped over Melissa’s stab from behind. Cathy came down from above him as he was jumping but weirdo twisted around the blade passing just past her. Weirdo grabs onto a tree limb and swings himself up into a crouch on it.

Weirdo: leave now or I’ll kill you. I have things to do, same as you, none of us needs to fight here.

Cathy: he’s right we cant waste time. We have our own mission.

Kriss this comes first he’s wanted and has been for a longer time than what were going after.

Melissa: Actually the orders out for Eragon have been out for a bit longer, however there was a recent sighting so we were sent.

Weirdo:… so it seems that our goals aren’t incompatible I’m after a friend of his, if you agree not to fight me until after we have him I’ll help you.

Evan: no way. We don’t need nor want your help.

Kriss:… you aren’t lying to get out of our current situation are you?

Weirdo: no, if I needed to escape I could do so easily, regardless of whether you want me to or not.

Cathy: we can trust him. I’ll watch him if need be.

Kriss: fine but tell me what you know first.

Weirdo: Eragon isn’t in any city between here and the western capital. Nor has he been for weeks, the only account I’ve gotten was that a warrior moved through the town behind me headed this way over three weeks ago. That may not even be him though.

Kriss:… Cathy keep an eye on him. Were moving out back to the city we left yesterday morning.

the others nodded their heads

Weirdo: I move quickly you keep up or I'll leave you behind.

Kriss: As if.

Weirdo shrugs and sprints off in the direction the warriors came from.

Evan: damn he’s fast. At that speed he’ll make it before nightfall.

Kriss: come on.

The others follow quickly catching up as weirdo passed out of the wooded area.

Weirdo: will we get to a place to sleep by nightfall?

Cathy: at this rate we’ll be at the town by sunset why?


Weirdo: I’ll tell you when we get there but if we are going to have time to chat we need to pick up the pace.

Kriss: pick up the pace. Were already going as fast as some of us can go as things are.

Weirdo: how’s that my problem?

weirdo starts running faster leaving Evan behind but the others keep pace

Evan: I’ll catch up you guys go on ahead.

Spoiler for part 2:

around sunset

Melissa: *breathing heavy* shit you run fast.

Weirdo: good I still have time if you want to talk ask questions etc. we have a few hours.

Cathy: Why only a few hours?

Weirdo: that will become evident should you ask the right questions but lets get inside first.

A few minuets later in an inn

Kriss: ok first question how is your Yoki so much higher than it was before we attacked?

Weirdo: my power grows on an entirely different scale than yours as such I gain more power with less that you can.

Cathy: why… as far as I can tell you never were like that before.

Weirdo: I don’t remember before. I know of its existence but I don’t remember any of it. And as for why… well I was an experiment.

Kriss: is that why you left?

Weirdo: that and that they were going to kill me.

Cathy: why?…

Kriss: What do you mean, and what all happened because of the experiment.

Weirdo: I was completed successfully but I was only a test subject, a mere curiosity. After I was finished I was no longer needed and was set to be killed because of that. And as for my abilities… My power and IQ grows exponentially in relation to the amount of power released. The latter being apparently inherent to me not to anything they did. Because of some of the things they did, in the case I should escape I have handicaps. One is that I will awaken if I use about sixty percent of my potential instead of eighty like you. The second is if I awaken I die end of discussion. The third is that my IQ was lowered while I’m not using my power. The fourth is that my power is constantly rising its doing so slowly but its rising after about a day I will reach sixty percent the only way to stop this is to push my power to its minimums which uses up enough energy to knock me out. that’s why I needed a place to stay, I don’t want to even get close to my limits. Did that answer your question?

Kriss: yes

Melissa: so why are you looking for Eragon?

Weirdo: because I’m looking for a friend of his in an effort to track down a friend of mine.

Cathy:…Has your friend been gone long?

Weirdo:… She’s been gone for close to a year now I’ve only just gotten the time to look for her a few weeks ago. Even still I had to leave another friend with all the stuff he’s doing and the stuff I would be doing. *yawns* time for me to head up to bed I think. Good night.

Every one nods and weirdo heads up the stairs to his room.

Spoiler for part 3:

Weirdo stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He put on what he had taken off last night before going to sleep which hadn’t been much and stepped out the door almost running into Cathy on the way.

Weirdo: umm… what are you doing up here?

Cathy: I’m supposed to keep an eye on you remember.

Weirdo:… maybe… o well, say have you got any chocolate?

Cathy:… humm? Oh no I don’t.

Weirdo: oh… well then what were you thinking about. I mean if you weren’t thinking about chocolate than why were you thinking so hard.

Cathy: … nothing. I was going to ask you a question but decided not to.

Weirdo: oh really I like questions almost as much as I like stories and I like stories almost as much as I like chocolate.

Cathy: well if you insist… do you really not remember any thing from before?

Weirdo: before what?

Cathy: never mind it really was a stupid question all things considered.

They head downstairs and join the rest of the warriors.

Evan: ohh. he’s finally awake.

Kriss: we have decided to head to one of our contacts in a city near here. He should be able to help us find our target. Are you agreed weirdo?

Weirdo: ummmm I think so… but I was looking for a friend of mine and…

Melissa: release some of your Yoki damn it so we don’t need to put up with your annoying idiocy.

Weirdo: but… I was told not to do that unless I really needed to. Every one seemed to by quite insistent on it at the time…

Kriss: just do it… WE really need you to.

Weirdo: fine

Weirdo releases some of his yoki.

Weirdo: lets got going then lead the way Kriss and move quickly.

Kriss: come on then.

The group walked outside and sprinted out of the town headed at almost a right angle from the rode that had brought them in the night before. After a while of running they were a little spread out with Kriss in front weirdo behind her a ways Cathy next to him as always. And Melissa and Evan bringing up the rear.

Cathy:… do you have a real answer for the question that I asked back at the inn? Now that you aren’t handicapped I mean.

Weirdo:… yes… and its no. I don’t remember were my area was nor my number. Not even you. although I must have known you to some extent before then.
Otherwise you wouldn’t be asking me all these questions.

Cathy: well… thanks for answering.

Weirdo: *shrugs* well I’ve got very little better to do at the moment.

A while later they come into the town. And make there way among the crowds to a small unused building. Inside was an old warrior. A warrior older than weirdo had thought any warrior had managed to live to.

Old warrior: well Kriss what is it you are looking for this time.

Kriss: we are looking for Eragon old one and were hoping you would have some information.

Old one: yes, yes but what do you offer.

Kriss: the one we bring with us was an experiment we bring knowledge of it and what was done to him.

Old one: the one you bring to me is no mystery to me. I already know about the experiment and all that but its the thought that counts. Eragon has left to the place the mirror is kept were that is even I don’t know however he traveled in the company of both Shelter and BishounoTeresa. Does that not help with your search as well weirdo487?

Weirdo: yes it does thank you.

Old one: you four may leave I would like to speak with weirdo for a spell before you try and kill him.

Kriss: if that is your wish old one.

Kriss and Co. depart and close the door.


Old one: I could tell you a few things that may help you remember the past and
help you control that Yoki of yours.

Weirdo: I have no need of the past.

Old one: really? The past has need of you though and you aren’t ever going to be who you were before if you don’t remember it.

Weirdo: that’s a two edged sword old one if I remember the past I give up who I am without it.

Old one: *smiles* true. As for the yoki I will help you with that although the practice will largely need to be on your own I can teach you a version of control over it.

Weirdo: then teach old one.

Old one: quite…

Spoiler for part 4:

Weirdo walks out of the building and faces the four in front of him.

Weirdo: I’m no longer traveling with you. Does that mean your going to try and kill me again.

Kriss: we know your weakness now we will win in the end.

Weirdo: so be it but it is no longer as much of one now. With the help of the Old one I no longer need to stop my yoki’s growth. It will halt after set marks have been reached and breaking the marks is something I must do consciously unless very rare circumstances come into play.

Kriss: even still.

Kriss lunged at him. Weirdo’s sword went up right through her. He didn’t even bat an eye he just smoothly pulled the sword out of her gut and let her fall to the ground. Melissa and Evan charged next comeing from both directions. Weirdo pushed Melissa’s stab over his shoulder and right into Evan’s shoulder. Bringing his own sword up he cut through Melissa’s arm leaving it to lay in the blood of her comrades. Cathy stood shaking as weirdo walked by and stood just past her and said in a quiet voice.

Weirdo: I may not remember but I can guess. You will need to live your own life now. I am no longer and can be no longer any part of it.

Weirdo walked on and out of the town to look for information on the “place the mirror was kept.”

Spoiler for if your as confused as you should be:

here is how weirdo's new ability works since i didn't really explain it

In his mind he now has barriers of emotion that prevent the subconscious raising of his yoki level. they work like this

for a specific amount of Yoki he releases he will come eventually to a barrier that he cant get past unless he forces himself to feel a specific emotion.

however if he feels the emotional "key" to gate number three and he hasn't opened number two yet number three wont open.

if he accidentally feels the emotional "key" to the current gate it will open (say the next "key" is sadness and one of you dies then the gate would open)

hope you liked it i tried with the spacing but it may still be a little tough in places

[Bikerider]

Snapshots are something I enjoy doing. In only a few lines I can "infer" an entire storyline / scene / event. And then PUNCH LINE !!!

[shelter]

Originally Posted by tenken627

Flora fic please shelter. Academy as in school/training life?

A Flora fic it is then

@ Tenken: Something along those lines. Not so much a high school AU, but something to do with her time in Staff (back-story) or using it as a backdrop, keeping to the canon. It'll probably be more focused on character than action.

[Tempest35]

Hnn, that's fine, I was thinking of writing Flora into the Hot Springs AU we got going anyway - her and a few others actually. *sinister smirk*

BTW, shelter, what was my 'original' idea for a Clare/Miria? I get a lot of them and throw them like confetti...

[Sleepy Speculator]

Since there is a quiet lull on these boards, i'll post a random fic... (and it turns out i didn't upset anyone last time )

It starts at the hot springs....

Clarice: can someone please look after Miata for me i can't leave her unattended...
<Everyone else looks away>

Undine: I told you they'd let us in if we just described the situation to them Rachel
Rachel: You beat up 5 of the attendants...
Undine: So you beat up the other 6...

Clarice: Erm excuse me this is the women's baths...

Undine: What did you say?
Rachel: Oi i'm #5, coloured hair, who do you think you are...
Clarice: Oh i'm sorry i'm Clarice #47 and this is Miata #4...
Miata: Mama!

<jaws drop>

Undine: Well i don't care who you are i'll kick arse anytime anywhere...
Clarice: Erm excuse me i don't mean to be rude but are those muscles real...?
Undine: Eh...? Of course they're real, what are you a sensing claymore, let me tell you i really hate sensing claymores they are so lame....

<Tabitha, Clare, Galatea, Cynthia, and Teresa get out of the spa and come over>

Teresa: What with the shouting about sensing types?
Undine: Just that i don't like them...
Clare: Are you saying that cos your'e muscles aren't real?
Cynthia: Yep constant molding of yoma energy it's so obvious...
Tabitha: Why would anyone do that...
Galatea: Well this would be a good time to show, why you don't mess with yoki sensing types...

Undine: Hey what are you doing stop messing with my yoki...

<Undine shrinks back to small size>

Rachel: By god your'e tiny...
Undine: Hey you bitches let me have my muscles back...
Clare: She looks like a child
Teresa: I've had my share of child rearing...
Miata: Friend!
Undine: No leave me alone...
Clarice: Be a good girl and go play with your friend in the children's spa...

<Miata drags the tiny Undine away...>

Miata:Yay friend!
Undine: Nooooo!!!!

Clarice: At last i can relax...

[BishounoTeresa]

@ Sleepy: that was a good one

[Ryuken]

@ Sleepy: You got my vote too.

[Mikke]

Epic Soul Searching - Trouble over Bakuras - Part I
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- Hey, hey! Don't touch those Wierdo. I told you those were made execlusively to be used by me! -

- But why? What's so special about them? -

- If you must know, those were forged from a special alloy that reacts to body temperature and prevents the weight of the swords to put any unnessecary strain on my arms when I perform any, particularly intricate wielding techniques. -

- Oh, ok. What about your triple plated armlets? They look really heavy; I've allways wanted to wear those.

Fastening the cape to the clasps in the conjunction of the armlets, and the double slotted holder for the swords on Mikke's back, Wierdo noticed his old buddy reached into the pouch on his belt, and took out a big key.

- There, it's the key to the armory. I'm the only one the Colonel trusts it with; take whatever equippment you like. Make it quick because we're leaving in 5:00 am sharp!

- Alright! Thanks man. - Eagerly cried out Wierdo and ran outside.

Loading up his backpack with some food, extra clothes and a first aid kit, Mikke grabbed both of his swords and sheathed them on his back, concealed behind his cape.

Taking a breath of fresh, early morning air he locked the door and stepped down the porch, walking the empty main street and heading towards the eastern city gates, where he was supposed to meet the others.

It was the first time for Mikke to step outside the boundaries of his newfound home, that he grew to love and consider his mental haven. Despite being an important and charismatic presense among the ranks of Allga's defense forces and a trust worthy member of the community, he was never too sociable to rely on the support of others, even though in a way, he knew he wasn't dependable enough to trust himself alone with a task of great significance again; failing so many times before. Starting from the death of the many comrades he still deemed to be his fault, his absolute incompetence in saving his friends from being torn apart by their own inner demons as yoki was playing tricks on their minds, and their souls crying out for help.

Bishou was the perfect example; her face was cold and pale, but Mikke could feel the struggle inside of her as he got closer.
A quick glimpse was enough to notice, she was investing twice the energy just to keep her eyes open and prevent her feet from failing to hold her standing, and collapsing in exhaustion. 'exhaustion?' - That's not it. Some kind of mental strain was burdening her, throwing a challange at her; "almost as if she was a reborn child and the air was still too heavy for her lungs to process, the sounds she heard were too loud and the sights - too bright for her eyes".

Shelter knew, for he was constantly throwing short glances at her whenever he felt something change inside.

Unlike the day before, he seemed like his usual self, casually content and lenient of whatever criticizm and hostile additude his light headed countenance may provoke.

Both of them stood there, under the great arch of the tall gates, dressed in plain traveller's clothes; surprisingly unfit for a big journey and a break in, get away rescue.

- I assume you are ready. Wait, You're not going to bail on me again are you? - Enquired Mikke, suspecting another sudden disappearance and a third time of kidnapping Bishou along the way.

- Well, I may bug out to visit a couple of old aquiantances along the way, but Bishou will stay with you - Tapping her on the shoulder, Shelter covered himself with his hood and yanked the second strap of the backpack he was holding, over his free shoulder.

Approaching the guardsman, he bid him to open the gates, re-assuring it was safe and that the order came from above.

Mikke repelled Shelter's words with a mute derisiveness and crossed his arms, sighing indifferently. The issue with Bishou was obviously bothering him and that he could not hide - What about her? She's clearly not in the state to be involved in this. -

Sensing his discontent Shelter shrugged - Well? First of all, she's lost but not deaf. You can talk to her yourself about that; second, I would never risk exposing her to danger unless I was a hundred percent confident in her abilities to handle whatever circumstances lay ahead.

- Look, whatever! Just make sure she doesn't get in the way. At this state she's absolutely useless. -

- I heard that, ya know. - Mumbled Bishou, after a long while of staring blankly into the ground, submerged in herself.

- Well then, clobber me over the head and forget I ever mentioned it. -

Raising an eyebrow, Mikke lowered and presented his head to greet an expected blow, convicned it would be considered a mockery. And yet it was met with a pat and a ruffle of his hair instead. - What the..? Now I'm definetly confused. - He grumbled.

- You can't hate me so much, can you? Not to smack me when I insult you. You must be so weak, you can't even raise those arms of yours.

Bishou's lips curved into a smile and she let out a slight giggle; just enough for Mikke to understand more or less, that something has definetly changed in her, for better or worse. Drawing near him she stretched on her toes and tried to match his height, while examining the physical differences on his countenance from what she remembered.

Even though silver cold, the look in her eyes was so gentle and honest, she couldn't hide anything. The barrier that was sealing away her heart, all the time she was blocking everybody by partially supressing her yoki, or just being her usual, cranky self, was now gone.

- You have changed Mik. The beard really suits you. - She chuckled and flicked him on the forehead playfully.

What Mikke experienced was an outer life time form of shock; somewhat similar in essence to the instinctive recollection of a certain, mean prank he was played on when someone poured an entire vial of tabasco into a glass of ale and gave it to him to drink.

- Did she just call me.. Mik? - He thought to himself as he was recalling on how his face reddened and didn't return to it's normal color for days, after that tabasco.

- Hey Mik! Are you blushing or what? - Sounded a panting voice from behind.

- Oh, shut up man! Urgh.. Are we ready yet? let's go, damnit! -

Wierdo arrived in the last moment, packing the latest, most advanced, heavy armor plating that covered him from head to toe and a huge bag, full of supplies.

With a huge sweat drop and a stupified expression on his face, Shelter pointed his finger at the enormous load of equippment, most of which was clearly unnecessary, and let out a sigh of frustration.

A loud creeking and the sound of grinding wood echoed as the gates sealed shut behind them. The group set course east, following the green steppes that lead all the way to the border. After a while they took a glimpse back on the city from a far and prayed that when they return to this spot on the way back, it will still be there, safe and sound; not laying in ruins covered by ash and bone dust.

Another two miles and they've reached an outpost that signified the beginning of the midlands.

The vast, flat plains of low greenery ended and from there it was a moderate slope, heading another mile down. A familiar landscape exposed itself in all it's glory and harmony: to the north east, in the horizon, covered in show were peaks of the midland heights; precedeing them were countless acres of thick forest. The far east was covered in a dark myst, a strange layer that extended all the way to the south and concealed it's hilly wilderness and the clear water lakes that lay further.

Another hour had passed and the sun was already above the horizon, dispersing some of the gloominess in the atmosphere ahead. The low terrain was mostly taken by local farmers and the vast crop fields, covered in fog lasted another few dozen miles before the group reached their first stop in hours.

Utanni, a small tourist town situated on the incline leading out of the valley. Two rivers on it's two ends, reached down ellegantly from the higher grounds and provided the town's people and tourists with the freshest salmon and the best served caviar dishes in the area. Business was usually prosperous and the town seemed to never be less than overcrowded by tourists; so much to meet the expectations of the group of four that just entered and saw the streets were void of people.

Not a sign of life, not even a cat heard digging in a garbage can; the town seemed completely desolate.

Shelter took a look around and bit his lip in disappointment. - Damn. I guess we're gonna stay hungry. - Grumbled while trying to catch a clue on what happened to one of his favourite places for slacking out.

- Well, I'm gonna find something to eat even if I have to steal. Come on Wierdo! - Ardently scouring for the biggest fork x knife sign around, Mikke ran like a maniac with Wierdo following behind, sharing the same enthusiasm.

Barging in a resturant, they saw a sole, lean man sitting by the counter and humming to himself. Tables were pushed to the corners with the chairs put on them, upside down.

- Hey pops, don't tell me you're closed! We've been walking six hours straight! - Yelled Wierdo.

- Sorry fellas, the town's out of business. I myself inted to leave soon.

Shelter came in after a minute with Bishou by his side. Putting an air of recognition and nostalgia, he smiled at the ginger bearded owner of the establishment - Hey Leo, long time no see.

- Ah! My good friend from the east. How is business? - Asked Leo, surprised.

- Nothing much really. I can't say the same for you though. What happened to this town?

- Well. I'm not really sure but.. I'd put my life it has something to do with that rusted old training facility, just beyond the woods to the north. -

Shelter frowned, trying to recall something. - Training facility..? He can't mean. - Burrying himself in thought for a while, he then turned back to his friend with an enlightened countenance.

- I don't know how to explain it. The tourists just stopped coming ever since that heap of ruins started leaking some strange aura that makes people fear this place. We've tried figuring out other reasons but, I guess some things are beyond our understanding. - Murmured Leo.

- Of course. Bakuras.. I remember! Back in the days when these territories were reigned over by the elite forces, given autonomy by the warlords. An agreement was made to establish a unified training program.

Mikke's eyes widened in fearsome curiosity and irritation with Shelter, who's great knowledge that was already an enigma, drove him mad with the constant tendency to hide important details.

Wierdo was allways enthusastic with moments like these and radiated nothing out of the ordinary, yet Bishou's ear was enamoured by those words in a manner of deep anticipation and inquisitiveness.

- Well, I have some left overs on ice. How about I warm those up for you while you listen to Shelter's story? - Kindly suggested Leo and turned towards the kitchen.

- Leaking a strange aura that drove the tourists away. That sounds a bit too inaccurate, don't you think Shelter? - Enquired Bishou.

- "I do know that the first official cases of awakening occured in that facility, which was intended to be a testing ground for a superior breed of warriors. The first experiments involving the foreplay with the yoki limits took place there".

"As far as I can remember, when I was still working for NSW, the place was a great success, but was shut down due to the frail and shattering bonds between the two factions. The alliance was broken, and the facility was abandoned."

"That was, only the formal explanation of course. There were deeper motives behind it's closure: The undergoing projects involved the use of forbidden technologies based on the skill and genious of ancient cultures, researched for restless hours by the faction's experts."

"One of those projects was mainly focused on extraction of new types of minerals and energy for the enchancement of advanced weaponary and other sofisticated, technological achievements, through a portal to what they deemed, 'other realms and dimensions'. On it's second part the project dealt with exposing the warriors to the radiation that came from the portal. The act had an appearant, strange effect on their yoki, which was modified and allowed them to go beyond their limits without awakening; a phenomenon, labeled - The dormant state."

After a few "failed attempts", the method had been authorized by NightWish to be part of the official training program of his praetorian guard, which later became powerful enough to par, and even surpass NSW's elite.

I can only presume that it was NSW who struck first. Having his people sabotage the facility's fragile, technological foundations and causing countless deaths. The act most certainly led to the official shut down of Bakuras." -

- So the damage taken by the facility must be the obvious cause of the bizzare yoki disturbances in the area, and it is clearly that very radiation that's leaking out of there that scared away the people! - Anxiously deduced Wierdo. -

Setting up a single table with a meal for four, Leo signalled the others to sit down. Seeing it was getting darker outside, he approached the windows and closed the shutters, also locking the door.

The group felt anxiety and fear in the air; their host wasn't as kind and jolly as he was when he first recieved them, and soon after, they understood why.

Something in the air made it harder to breath, and the room was filling up with a rather detestable, ghastly odor.

A wierd ringing in the ears and a sudden dizziness overcame them; the bright orange, candle light dancing around the room, desaturated, turning the world monochromic. The space around them slightly distorted in inconsistent interferences.

- This happens only at night, you haven't seen anything yet. - Mumbled Leo with a voice, slightly subdued and twisted by the strange effect.

Bishou drew away, cornered to a wall, as if a demon crawled back from the underworld to haunt her.

- So this is it. Bishou, you stay here, this may be too much for you. Mikke, Wierdo, we're going to Bakuras to seal that leak, whatever it is.

- Be careful! - Shouted Leo. - As I said, this is nothing! There are things out there that are worse than your nightmares! I'd really recommend You stayed here!

Wiping some of the heavy persperation on his neck and face, Mikke pulled out his two swords and with the others by his side, was prepared to step outside and face whatever awaited them in the evil night that befell the town.




Yep, this is a nice filler to butter up the main plot a bit. I'll finish it if you don't mind..

I'd really appriciate it if ppl dopped the chatbox routine and started writing normally.

[hell88]

(Don't worry Mikke this will not effect anything you or anything anyone has written.... kinda, its what happened to Hell and why NSW has him and all that stuff.)

Epic Soul Searching - Trapped In The Darkness - Extra Scene
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The nights were cold where he stayed. He was so full of anger, hate, grief, sorrow and many other horrible emotions that he could just not bare going back to his comrades, no the group he was in became more than that, they were his friends.

Hell slowly walked through the darkness of the night with moon shining down on him. It felt good, walking through a field at night time was calming for him, he didn't know why he just liked it. He ventured so far away from where NSW and Nightwish were he felt free. He always wanted to be free, until he always felt a painful yoki build up in him.

DGK: Now will you let me out?

Hell: Yeah right!

They battled inside his head all the time and DGK was slowly getting his power back and Hell knew he couldn't keep control of him for very long.

The next day the morning air was a little cold just the way he always liked it. He was coming back to the village that he lived in now.

Old man: Hey what are you doing always staying up all night, I hope you are killing off those strange monsters that have been feeding off of us.

Hell: No worries they are all dead now.

Hell kept on walking past the man like he barely noticed him.

DGK: (Find more young people they would make a better snack then that old guy.)

Hell: (Shut up!)

Yes Hell found a nice place to live but was still haunted by a certain demond.

Then he was approached by a young woman.

- Thank you so much for killing those things. Now I don't have to live in fear anymore.

Hell: It wasn't a problem, from where I come from monsters like those are common to see and kill.

As he walked past her he realized that these people were starting to treat him like a god. Which he didn't want, he only wanted peace was that so much to ask for, why couldn't people leave him be.

DGK: (Now she looked tasty, and look there's those kids you are always taking care of. They look like a good snack.)

Hell: (ENOUPH!)

Yes Hell was now taking care of five young children that there parents were eaten by those creatures and Hell felt sorry for them and decided to take care of them.

As they came up to him to take him to greet him into there home he saw the blind woman that lost her husband to those creatures who was babysitting the kids when ever he was gone.

Woman: Oh your back? Your weren't gone as long as the other time.

Hell: Yes well I like to take very long walks and reflect on the past if you will.

Then he thought to himself.

Hell: (I wonder what the others would think if they saw how I was living now?)

He wen't out of the back of the house and started training. He was teaching himself how to sence yoki from far away like Bishou did. He figured he had seen her do lots of times and it saved them lots of times. So he would know if anyone was coming his way.

A few hours later he felt something strange in him. So he left the village quick and wen't into a forest.

Hell: No.... It hurts so much.... My body.

He made a mistake by letting his yoki out. Now NSW knew where he was and sen't Fenrir and Nesty after him.

DGK: Now its time to be free!

DGK ripped himself out of Hell's torso.

Hell: AAAAAAAAAAAH!

Hell fell to the ground as DGK stood in front of him.

Hell: No......

DGK: Your healing quickly. Oh well Mabye you will die mabye you won't. Oh don't worry about those people in that village I'm not going back there. I have to go and report to Nightwish. He's after Bishou now you know.

Hell: W-what?

DGK: Didn't I tell you before Nightwish needs her yoki manipulation skills for himself.

DGK looks out in a clearing.

DGK: But it seems Bishou isn't herself. Oh well, when I'll capture her I'll torture her until she listens to Nightwish.

DGK then dissapeared.

Hell: DAMNIT!

Some people watching all this ran over to Hell and took him back to the village.

A few days later.

Hell: Uuuuugh.... *sits up* That hurt so much.

He looked around noticing he was in his house. The kids he was watching over ran to him once they heard him.

child: Are you okay? We thought you were going to die!

All the kids start crying.

Hell: Don't worry everything will be alright.

Then he felt two strong yoki's coming his way.

Hell: SHIT! *jumps out of bed* Stay in here.

He locked the kids in the house with the lady who was always taking care of them.

He already had his clothes on which were now torn up a little from what happened but he didn't have time to worry about that, and he grabed his sword.

Woman: Is everything alright?

Hell: No now stay with the kids! Make sure they don't come out!

Hell ran outside only too see the houses and buildings burning, and people screaming for there lives as they were dying.

Hell looked in front of him and noticed two people looking at him.

Hell: WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!

Nesty: Well well thats no way to greet us isn't it? After so much that we have been through now?

Fenrir: Quit messing around Nesty! Lets do what we were sen't here for.

Hell heard the last of the voices stop and exploded in rage.

Hell: You monsters!

He attacked them, but they easily dodged. Then he noticed it, his power wen't down after DGK seperated from inside of him.

But as Nesty and Fenrir were about to attack Hell used an illusion.

Fenrir: What?

Nesty: Mabye he learned this from DGK.

Hell attacked them but the illusion wasn't enouph and they knocked him out.

Hell: Noooo......

Fenrir: Lets try to keep him alive now.

Nesty: Aaaaaaw but can't we kill the people inside that house he was in.

A week later, Hell was now in NSW's confinement, and he was tortured and experimented on there up until now. He hated the fact on how Nesty would always show up and tell him how he killed the blind woman and some of the kids he was watching, he always said how there screams of terror was music to his ears.

NSW made sure that Hell was locked up all day away from everyone else, and locked up outside from everyone else at night, in rain or snow. Hell just wanted to die at this point. His pride was crushed. He couldn't save innocent people. He knew that Nightwish was after Bishou and couldn't do anything about it to warn her, or Mikke and Wierdo not even Shelter. He just wanted to go and see if those kids were alive so he could take them somewhere nice and find them a family to live with. Sometimes Fenrir would show up and talk to him but was actually very nice for some reason, Hell couldn't figure out why. All he could do was cry himself to sleep every night knowing that something horrible was going to happen to his friends and he couldn't do anything about it. From that point on he became a very dark person hating anything that walked on two legs. He swore that he would get revenge somehow and some way.
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I got bored and wanted to write this filler. Now everyone knows what happened to Hell.

[BishounoTeresa]

@ Hell: That's a good one you wrote, now we know what happened to all of the chars

[Sleepy Speculator]

I kindof felt sorry for Undine after being done over like that, but then i realised, that certain other people would have no pity whatsoever... <see above fic>


Helen: Hey Deneve, doesn't Miata's friend look like the daughter of your'e friend Undine...

Deneve: No Helen, that is Undine, for some reason someone's blocked her yoki and she can't get her muscles...

Helen: Wow you mean after all that mouthing off she's really that small... and you knew?

Deneve: Well yeah i found out, but i thought it better to not tell anyone, though if she tried anything foolish with the wrong type of claymore, they'd expose her like that.

Helen: Hahaha this is perfect, i have a plan...
Deneve: Your'e going to rub salt in the wounds aren't you?
Helen: No i'm just gonna give her a present, follow me..

<Helen and Deneve slink off... later at the children's spa area>

Helen: You distract them, i'll replace their uniforms, with these presents i bought for them...

Deneve: Undine! are you okay?

<bedraggled and drowned looking tiny Undine>

Undine: Help! Save me, she's insane... And one of those bitch claymores is still blocking my yoki from this distance...

Deneve: Oooh you do look like your'e having fun with your friend, but swearing means no treats for you young lady... <smirks, and walks off, since Helen had finished>

Undine: Hey wait no don't leave me here... Erk!

<Miata grabs her friend and drags her back into the spa proper>

<Much later still Clarice and the other claymores go to pick up Miata and Undine from the childrens' spa>

Clarice: Okay Miata go get dressed...
Undine: Hey where did my uniform go...
Miata: Mama present box instead of uniform...
Clarice: Well open it then, maybe someone got you something nice...

<presents are opened to reveal, frilly children's dresses of a completely over the top nature>

Miata: Yay!
Undine: Nooooo!!! I'd rather go naked...

Teresa: Get dressed now young lady...
Clare: Yoki manipulation can make you stop fidgeting as well you know...
Tabitha & Cynthia: Uh-huh yep
Galatea: Well here we go again... 'bitch claymore' was it?

<An unhappy looking Undine is brought out of the changing area dressed the same as Miata>
<Helen takes a photograph for blackmail purposes>

Helen: And thus i present to you... Chibi Undine...

Undine: I'll get you all for this...