Claymore Fanfiction Discussion

[Negativedark]

Yeah, that's better.

Here's another quick dumb one I made to answere yet another of the great mysteries of Claymore.

Spoiler for volume 12:

Thump
“Hey Miria, you okay?” asked a concerned Helen.
“I’m fine. I just fell down.”
“Yeah, I noticed you’ve been doing that a lot latly.”
“It’s starting to concern us to be honest.” added Deneve,
“… It’s all my hairs fault.” admitted Miria.
“WHAT?!” that was Helen. Deneve’s reaction was a more subdued raised eyebrow.
“With my old mirage, my hair didn’t even have time to move. But with the new mirage it gets whipped around in my face, and then I… Fall down.”
Suddenly Claire stood up and began walking away.
“Hey, wait are you going out again?” shouted Helen.
“I’ve got something I want to look for.” was Claire’s response.

A few days later…
“Here.” Claire tossed a small cloth wrapped bundle to Miria. Opening it she found hairpins, combs and brushes. She looked at Claire with a puzzled expression.
“If your hair is a problem, then change it.” this attracted everyone elses attention.
“Alright, a makeover. Just leave it to me.” crooned Helen.
“Hmmph. I have a few ideas myself.”
“Eh… Deneve, I really don’t think you’re the best person when it comes to hair.”
“Just what is that supposed to mean?” Claire interrupted them before things could escalate.
“Stop. Look you two.” Claire points to where Miria is already surrounded by Cynthia, Tabetha, and Yuma. “Lets let those three have a rare moment of glory for themselves.”
And that is how Miria changed her hairstyle.

[Tempest35]

@ prior story

*snickers* either one was good enough for me but with the edit, it's slightly more 'Miria-esqe' after all.

I see Miria having a talk with Deneve and and tries to find out just how has she put up with Helen for all these years prior. Deneve confers with Miria, using her slightly more tactful but still brutally honest approach and she learns that Deneve is much more dangerous than Helen.

@ Negativedark

Spoiler for volume 12:

Oh yesh, how could we have forgotten that important time during the timeskip - the day Miria changed her hairstyle.

[NoSanninWa]

Originally Posted by Fenrir_valindri

Heh well tbh I had no clue how to end it, I was writing the thing in 30 mins at Midnight this morning, might work on improving the last part. I decided to go with humor for the end, Miria passing out was a mixture of shock and stress from Helen's constant prattling.

Nah. It's much more in Miria's character to hit Helen. Hard. She's a leader with command presence and ability to deal with all sorts of difficult people. She'd never faint.

Edit: Just read your change. Much more in character. Though I would have gone for punishing Helen. Helen seriously needs a spanking. Hmmm... I wonder if maybe that's what she's hoping for?

[Laevatein]

Originally Posted by HinaThePrince

...What? How are Claymores and Slayers similar? Did we watch the same shows?

They're "enhanced" humans who were created as human/demon hybrids by a shadowy organization (according to S7, that was how the first slayer was created). And they're all female (any chance the watcher's council resorted to using females after the males went nuts?)

[Negativedark]

Originally Posted by NoSanninWa

Nah. It's much more in Miria's character to hit Helen. Hard. She's a leader with command presence and ability to deal with all sorts of difficult people. She'd never faint.

Edit: Just read your change. Much more in character. Though I would have gone for punishing Helen. Helen seriously needs a spanking. Hmmm... I wonder if maybe that's what she's hoping for?

I doubt Miria would hit Helen for that. More likly just ignore her. But I feel that Miria has too much self control to hit a subbordente just for making her a little embarrised.
I've covered two minor mysteries for Claymore thus far. Wonder if there's any others I can explore.

[Fenrir_valindri]

Heh I honestly doubt Miria is the type to hit her subordinates as well.

Heh your fanfic was interesting, I was thinking of doing something on that as well, still stirring it around in my head though, just give me some time.

[Tempest35]

Mysteries of Claymore - Questions

- The Claymore jumpsuit. It gets blood on it but it never gets bloodied...notice that? Just who makes these things and what spaceage tech is the fabric???

- Just where did Irene get her new outfit from anyway?

- Just where did Irene and Ophelia come from? (elf ears)

- Teh frightening question - Do Claymores have the monthly cycle?

That should be enough for now. ^^

[stormy001_M1A2]

Well, I did asked if Claymores are subjected to PMS, but no one seems to be interested to answer.

[TinyRedLeaf]

Spoiler for Chronicles of the Fall:

What’s this? Where am I? Fields of ripened wheat. Noises. Noises in the background. Someone is calling me. A voice in the distance.

“Come on men, on your feet and make it quick! You there! Get your gear together. Move it!”

“What’s happening?” croaked Tristram, as he woke groggily from his fevered dream.

“Hush, you need rest.”

Tristram lifted his head painfully. A short distance away, soldiers were putting on their armour, and gathering their weapons — pikes, halberds and their precious cache of arquebuses. He realised immediately that they were breaking camp.

The effort exhausted him. He lay down again, his face pale, except for the dark rings around his eyes. The bandages wrapped around his abdomen were soaked in blood, barely preventing his guts from spilling out.

He managed a weak smile in spite of the pain. “Aidan, I am dying.”

“No you’re not.”

He glanced briefly at the young warrior kneeling besides him. Aidan looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. His face was fixed with a look of firm determination. No, not determination, thought Tristram. Denial.

He continued smiling as he looked up at the grey sky. The sun had risen over the valley, a pale, watery disk that provided light, but hardly any warmth.

“I dreamt of home. It’s time for the harvest. Fields of gold for as far as my eyes could see. My father was calling me for the tools. I think I was running towards him. And then, I woke up.”

“…”

“Aidan…”

“Yes?”

“What have we been fighting for?”

“What do you mean? We joined the Crusade to fight Youma.”

“Have you wondered where the Youma came from?”

“I…I don’t know. They are monsters that eat people, and they must be destroyed. That’s all I need to know.”

“They…also say that the Youma are punishment for our sins.”

“…”

“Youma, devils, monsters. The plague foretold in legend. Do they not remind you of the fiends from the Nine Hells?”

“…you think too much. Wherever they come from, we will fight them. God willing, we’ll destroy them all.”

“A single youma. We fought but a single youma yesterday. And look at us today. What can we do against such evil?”

“We won didn’t we?”

Tristram chuckled lightly at Aidan’s words. He winced as a spasm of pain writhed through his broken body. “Yes, so we did.”

“What the hell are the both of you doing? Did you not hear my orders? I said to get ready for the march!” bellowed Dauf.

“Silence! The day may yet come when you get to throw orders at me, Dauf, but today is not the day.”

Dauf glared at Aidan for a few moments, before looking at Tristram. His swarthy faced softened slightly, as the inevitable outcome dawned upon the grizzled veteran. “Pah. Do as you please Aidan. We’ll leave you behind if you’re not ready by the time we start,” spat Dauf, before turning back to join the main body.

Tristram reached out and held lightly onto Aidan’s arm. “Aidan, you know what you have to do. I am ready.”

Aidan opened his mouth as though to utter a sharp rebuke, but his voice broke. His expression, already grim, hardened still further. “I promise you. We will win the Crusade. Your sacrifice will not be in vain.”

“Aye. I’m counting on you.”

“Saint Teresa guide you home.”

The smooth hiss of cold steel whistled through the wind, as Aidan drew his claymore from its sheath. The mighty two-handed sword glinted briefly in the pale light of the morning sun.

It rose, and fell, in one swift stroke.

----

"Well Dauf? Are they ready?" asked Isley.

"Aye, Captain. They're ready enough."

"Make sure the guns are secure. Without them, we may as well not return to Starfall," said Isley as he prepared to leave. "How many are we?"

"All told, 31 of us, fit for combat. As for the wounded..."

Isley turned to look at Dauf. There was no need for further words.

"We move. I want to make it back before nightfall."

[Mandrake]

It's been ages since I have written in story format, but it feels good. The pen is moving with a will of it's own over the paper. And all the stuff here is inspiring me to persist in putting it all down in words, untill the brainjuice stops squirting XD

[Amirali]

Cool fanfics here. All of them were readable, but a few special mentions:
Tiny red leaf: I enjoyed the concept of the soldiers going up against the yomas. Its not an easy topic to pull-off though..........unlike a comedy fan fic, it would take a good deal of character development and dilemmas to be a worthwhile endeavour. It would be interesting if you could bring out the emergence of organization and awakened beings as well. Also, you've mentioned guns but there is no sign of them in today's claymore world. Not necessarily criticizing it, as long as you can explain that disappearance later.
And kudos to Negative Dark for the Riful/Dauf lovestory; that was amazingly funny. Am hoping to see more dark humour from you sometime.

It would be nice to see fanfics on specific handlers. Characters like Rubel or Ermita have probably been through a lot of adventures. There's also more scope for creative backstory, unlike with Claymores who are young orphans before they join organization. I can see Rubel being a mad inventor before the organization or Ermita being a shadowy ninja, or a handler who was a politician, or a soldier or a ...........well, my creativity fails me :P. I might try my hand at Rubel though.

[dutchman]

Here is a piece of fanfiction I found while surfing the net.
I am not the author just to avoid any misunderstanding (english is not my native language).

Spoiler for Beware this fanfiction contains both Yuri and Yao elements. If one of the 2 (or both) is offensive to you don't read it .. you have been warned.:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3615287/1/

[HinaThePrince]

Originally Posted by dutchman

Here is a piece of fanfiction I found while surfing the net.
I am not the author just to avoid any misunderstanding (english is not my native language).

Spoiler for Beware this fanfiction contains both Yuri and Yao elements. If one of the 2 (or both) is offensive to you don't read it .. you have been warned.:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3615287/1/

Yay badfic

[Amirali]

Originally Posted by dutchman

Here is a piece of fanfiction I found while surfing the net.
I am not the author just to avoid any misunderstanding (english is not my native language).

Spoiler for Beware this fanfiction contains both Yuri and Yao elements. If one of the 2 (or both) is offensive to you don't read it .. you have been warned.:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3615287/1/

Lol, this was a very funny story. It was all in-character, and the yuri and yaoi isn't offensively used.......those elements are as a parody .........but read it yourselves to see .

[Tempest35]

**Deep within Staff, the city of the Organization**

Elder 1: So tell me, how is the new plan operating?

Rubel: Surprisingly, it is operating perfectly with a 98% positive rating amongst our warriors. Stress levels are overall at an all-time low with only minor altercations between the girls compared to last year.

Elder 2: I am very suprised that this bone-headed idea of yours worked, Rubel.

Rubel: *smile* After a steady increase in the purchase orders of altar boys from Rabona from our warriors no less, I felt that such a plan would be needed.

Elder 3: But for them to so easily go for Neopets? I mean, it's a freaking freaky idea!

Elder 1: It was a novelty idea, Rubel. One that is cost-effective, not to mention easy to impliment.

Rubel: Exactly. ^_^ And how is your TeresaPet doing, Elder?

Elder 2: ... I don't know why she's so upset all the time, I keep letting her play with Irene but she keeps making Irene cry and running away...

... *Other two Elders just look at him*

Rubel: If I may suggest giving her a chibi-Clare doll for a while until she gets 3 hearts again, then she'll play with Irene again. But don't ever let her play with Priscilla, she hates her and will hate you for it too.

Elder 2: Ah! So that's how it works!

Elder 3: -___-; ...we're so doomed.



One of those 'What if' thoughts gone horribly wrong...

[Amirali]

Originally Posted by Tempest35

**Deep within Staff, the city of the Organization**


One of those 'What if' thoughts gone horribly wrong...

Decent stuff Tempest.........but maybe a little long for the punchline? The bit about hiring altar boys from Rabona as playthings for the Claymores cracked me up..........mmm, I can imagine how Helen would use her pet :P.

[AVPlaya]

Originally Posted by stormy001_M1A2

Well, I did asked if Claymores are subjected to PMS, but no one seems to be interested to answer.

If they can't get pregnated, I would suppose their period stops too. That means no PMS, I guess.

[Mandrake]

Originally Posted by AVPlaya

If they can't get pregnated, I would suppose their period stops too. That means no PMS, I guess.

Can they? The only hint to that was Helen's line about Raki, but it could just as well be the organisations rules.

[Bikerider]

Spoiler for For volume 9 and up:

While Clare and the others were having their pre War of the north meeting, Other Claymores were gathering at a local hot spring. There Flora was showing off her "other" wind cutter technique

"OH GOD !!" a claymore exclaims, "What in all creation have you been eating ?"

"Geez Flora," Another Claymore chokes, "You have to show that off here ? Can't you wait till we fight some awakened beings ?"

Third Claymore: "BLarrrrrggghhhh !!"

Fourth Claymore: "Oh gross, not in the water. Not all over me !!"

Fifth Claymore: "Can't breathe !! Am choking to death !"

Sixth Clymore, running to the showers: "MY EYES !! MY EYES ARE MELTING !!"

[AVPlaya]

Originally Posted by Mandrake

Can they? The only hint to that was Helen's line about Raki, but it could just as well be the organisations rules.

Yeah that's the line, but it make sense since they're really not human, but hybrid warriors designed to fight and die. I would think that the first thing the Org would remove from such a creature is their ability to procreate. Just too much humanity for killing machines if they're allowed to have kids and, gasp, families. I think they stop seeing themselves as woman... notice Teresa's reaction to certain acts by certain crappy men.