Claymore Fanfiction Discussion

[Weird D]

I'm not sure about Yuma specifically but the idea has potential but also a lot of possible interpretations. I'll disagree a bit with Shiek here, but let's face it, Yagi has NEVER properly adressed how a Claymore's psyche is affected by an Awakening. I think there was a lot of possible character and story development to be exploited here - probably better than the 'more shit and a bigger fan' that's been going on recently.

Throughout the series, we have only seen TWO Awakenings : Priscilla and Ophelia. And neither of the two can be used to guess a template : Ophelia was crazy to begin with, and Priscilla (who started off as a naive, kind-hearted Claymore) went through a complete breakdown shortly before .

We have no idea what kind of personnality the ABs shown had before Awakening. It can be surmised that they keep some of their previous traits, as shown by Hilda and Rosemary - how much however we don't know- along with a loss of morals that varies for each individual. For instance I can't imagine Riful being the same cute-"I'll torture you so we can be friends"-sadist as a Claymore . And none of them has ever shown a sudden desire to destroy everything or conquer and enslave the world despite the power they gain - not even the Abyssals.

The most insight we got was from the male AB from the Slashers arc : they hunt to feed and they fight to survive - nothing more, nothing less. As such, they are not truly monsters, it's just that their existence is incompatible with humans.

I doubt it helps much with your idea though.

[Shiek927]

Originally Posted by Weird D

I'm not sure about Yuma specifically but the idea has potential but also a lot of possible interpretations. I'll disagree a bit with Shiek here, but let's face it, Yagi has NEVER properly adressed how a Claymore's psyche is affected by an Awakening. I think there was a lot of possible character and story development to be exploited here - probably better than the 'more shit and a bigger fan' that's been going on recently.

Throughout the series, we have only seen TWO Awakenings : Priscilla and Ophelia. And neither of the two can be used to guess a template : Ophelia was crazy to begin with, and Priscilla (who started off as a naive, kind-hearted Claymore) went through a complete breakdown shortly before .

We have no idea what kind of personnality the ABs shown had before Awakening. It can be surmised that they keep some of their previous traits, as shown by Hilda and Rosemary - how much however we don't know- along with a loss of morals that varies for each individual. For instance I can't imagine Riful being the same cute-"I'll torture you so we can be friends"-sadist as a Claymore . And none of them has ever shown a sudden desire to destroy everything or conquer and enslave the world despite the power they gain - not even the Abyssals.

The most insight we got was from the male AB from the Slashers arc : they hunt to feed and they fight to survive - nothing more, nothing less. As such, they are not truly monsters, it's just that their existence is incompatible with humans.

I doubt it helps much with your idea though.

Putting aside all obvious disagreement, no D, it doesn't help at all

Regardless Blue, I think we would all like a serious Yuma-centric story ^_^

[revan5]

Just a quick repost for those who haven't seen it yet (now with a fully up-to-date chapter 5).

"Claymore: New Era"

Prologue:http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3811

Chapter 1: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3788
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3789

Chapter 2: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3791
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3792

Chapter 3: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3793
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3794

Chapter 4: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3795
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3796

Chapter 5: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3806
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3807

Chapter 6: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3808
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3809

Chapter 7: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3816
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3817

Chapter 8: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3842
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3843

Chapter 9: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3845
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3846

Please note that even though "Claymore: New Era" is completed, I am still accepting constructive critiques and reviews at this time. That means I am still editing the story and will correct mistakes and plot holes when pointed out or modify awkward sections. In the meantime I'll be steadily constructing "The Silver-eyed Empress" Section with new posts.



"The Silver-eyed Empress"

Prologue: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3871

Chapter 1: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3873
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3874

Chapter 2: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3878
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3879

Chapter 3: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3892
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3893

Chapter 4: http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3894
http://forums.animesuki.com/showpost...postcount=3895

[Shiek927]

Since Revan keeps asking so much....

For Chapter 5; I can't even begin to count the amount of vocab and terminology that was thrown in. It's almost staggering the amount of detail this one chapter has, that blows away entire stories; I feel it's both a good and a bad thing, but to some degree, it almost feels like you're just "showing off"; It's a curious thing because it's not something that usually grabs my attention in stories.

Their is so much terminology in this one chapter, it's just unbelievable; a mixture of things you've made up, alongside real-world terms. Regardless, I feel that "cramming" feeling when I read, like you're putting in alot of these terms just for the sake of it; nothing in particular comes to mind, just a sense perhaps that you're complicating things more then they have to be....or rather, that's just because you've made this world so much bigger. The chapter made me feel like I was reading from a school textbook,

It's a strange thing to answer....whether you create a glossery or other such list, I think, in the future, you should try to keep in the back of your mind, the intent, not to overwhelming the reader. Blue Pentacle's stories suffer, to some degree, from an excess of detail....your's, not so much, but definitely an excess of vocabulary and terminology.

Now, it's not like any of the terms you wrote are impossible to learn and understand...it's just that, again, their is so much in this one chapter, it's staggering. Regardless of how you think of this, at least, consider what I said in the future.

Miria and Cid was weird, though I think that was your intent - the marriage proposal was bizarre to say the least; not in a funny way, but just a "0_o" kind of way. The whole thing felt backwards being in that Miria was the one to propose with a ring, and Cid felt unsure because of past cheating....coupled with the dangerous ongoing situation, and you have a very weird situation. Though I think, again, that was your purpose .

From what I understand, it seems like a precarious situation; Miria trying to fight off the incoming army, whilst dealing with the ongoing rivalry with Galatea...I wonder how there relationship with develop in the future, but it doesn't look pretty so far.

[vilma13]

to revan5 i read the first bit of new era ,, so far so good ill keep readin!!


any one hear ever go to fanfiction.net?

[Weird D]

What, you thought I'd stop torturing Miria even though she's (supposedly) dead? Come on!

Spoiler for Outtake : what do you mean I'm dead?:

“Just great.” a voice behind Miria groaned in dismay. “Another new arrival.”

Still somewhat disoriented, the spiky-haired claymore turned around and stared at the person who had spoken.

“I swear, this place sure is getting crowded.”

Miria still didn’t answer, too busy staring at the woman in front of her. It wasn’t the blond hair or silver eyes that surprised her. It wasn’t even the fact that this warrior had looks that put Galatea to shame, only enhanced by the gentle smile on her face.

“My eyes are up here you now.”

Miria peeled her eyes from the woman’s chest only for them to go back down two seconds later.

“Hey! Quit staring! You’re freaking me out.”

Try as she might, Miria still couldn’t take her eyes away from her chest. This simply couldn’t be.

“It’s the writing right?” the woman sighed. “It’s always the writing.”

Indeed what had caught Miria’s eye were the words on the front of her uniform : ‘Teresa of the Faint Smile – strongest #1 ever – lame death by a sneak attack.’

Hey, what were you thinking?

“That’s what I get for being merciful… DAMN IT HOW COULD I KNOW SHE WAS FAKING? KILL ME WHILE I’M STILL HUMAN MY ASS!!” Teresa shouted angrily.

Miria sweatdropped at the sight. Sure she had heard of Teresa, but she didn’t know how she had died. “You were ranked Number One, your opponent played possum… and you fell for it?” Talk about breaking the myth. In fact the idea was so ridiculous that Miria let out a chuckle.

Teresa glared at her, then her smile became evil. “I wouldn’t laugh Miss ‘Dumbest death in the Claymore universe’. Anyway, welcome to the Claymore Afterlife.”

“What did you call me? And what do you mean Afterlife?”

Teresa shrugged. “Just what it means. If you’re here, then it means you died, unless Yagi-sama pulls a last-minute save. Then again, it’s not his style so I wouldn’t hold my breath. Then again, Cynthia did make it… Anyway, as the strongest character here, it’s my job to greet new arrivals and keep people in line.”

Miria wanted to protest but a quick look around showed only people she knew had died. Heck she recognized a few of the fallen warriors from Pieta, who bore the words ‘Cannon fodder’.

“And before you ask, everyone here bears a note regarding how they died.” Teresa casually pointed at Miria’s chest. “This is yours.”

Miria looked down and saw the words Teresa had called her earlier. Her reaction was instantaneous. “WHAT THE HELL? I DIDN’T DIE DUMBLY!”

“Meow?”

Looking down, they saw a cabbit rubbing itself against Teresa’s legs. As Miria glared at the animal, Teresa picked the note tucked in its collar before letting it go.

“That was a plot bunny.” Miria scowled. It could only mean one thing: she was on the butt end of a fanfic… again!

Even dead she wouldn’t be left alone!!

“I know. Now let’s see : Phantom Miria, number Six, amazingly skilled at group tactics, devised the plan that ensure some warriors would survive the northern war. Yet,” Teresa threw Miria with a piercing gaze, “you cut down one of your comrades so you could charge into the Organization alone.”

Miria started to shrink.

“Then a warrior used a special ability on you; an ability that conveniently only works on one warrior at the time.”

Miria shrunk more.

“The ability created the illusion of one of your dead friends.”

Miria was now barely taller than Teresa’s knee.

“And you believed it was true even though you delivered the death blow back then.”

Teresa looked down… and down… and down to the two inches tall Miria. “Yep, for one of the most popular characters, that’s pretty lame.”

Suddenly Miria grew back to her original size, which still smaller than Teresa’s. “How could I know they were going to pull the old mind rape trick? This is Claymore, not Naruto or Bleach! Couldn’t Yagi be more original?” she shouted at the skies.

“You are missing the point.” Teresa countered with a raised eyebrow and pointed to a silver-haired man arguing with a small girl. Both of them had the ‘fought to his/her last breath in a heroic yet pointless struggle’ label.

Oh, and there were several naked women with sewed eyes and mouths clinging to their legs.

“My fault?! Excuse me, who tried to control a mindless creature who only seeks to destroy everything?” the man shouted.

“I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t found that thing! You know, the one who’s been on a rampage recently?”

“At least I realized she was stronger than me and didn’t try to boss her around!”

“Right! You couldn’t even admit it publically! You pretended you were stronger when in truth she kicked your ass!”

“She also kicked yours!”

“Ass-pulled heel face turn!”

“Jailbait!”

“Horse ass!”

Behind the bickering duo, several Claymores were watching while eating some popcorn with various levels of amusement written their faces. Only two of them had blank expressions on their identical features, their black outfits marked ‘Pwned by Priscilla’ standing out in the crowd.

As Yoki began surging around the pair, Teresa suddenly flared hers and called. “No fighting in your Awakened forms! Or else…”

Two pairs of fearful eyes turned to her. “Yes Ma’am!” they squeaked.

“God they are older than me yet they behave like children at times.” she sighed and returned her attention to the stunned Miria. “Anyway, back to the point. You didn’t have a desperate fight for survival like those two. You didn’t go in a blaze of glory like Rigaldo.”

The Silver Eyed Lion King gave her a friendly wave, his shirt proudly displaying his ‘SUPERB!’ mention. The ‘Pwned’ captains from Pieta stopped glaring at him and shook their head mournfully at Miria, though Jean was not with them.

“You didn’t die an inspiring death, defiant to the end, refusing your condition and entrusting your will to someone.”

In the distance, Ophelia was seen chasing her one-time ‘AB of the month’ playmate – if said Awaken Being snapping her neck and Ophelia slashing her to pieces can be called playing.

“Nor did you sacrifice your life in a tear-jerking moment to save a comrade with your dying breath.”

Jean was currently poking at Duff’s giant crumpled form; apparently Riful had been mildly annoyed at his handling of her corpse. Along with her were two Claymores with the ‘Pwned’ mention, and another with the ‘goriest death award’, cheerfully doodling on him.

“No, you just sat there, reveled in an illusionary happiness despite having a sword in your gut, and died with a goofy smile.” Teresa finished.

Miria mumbled incoherently.”I thought…”

“What, that you had plot armor? No one has, ask Renee.”

“At least you had a death scene.” Said warrior shouted.

“Don’t be sour, Irene didn’t either.” Teresa placated.

“Hers was the ‘fated yet tragic mentor’s death’. Mine was ‘too unimportant to be shown’! Heck not even the author of this fic knows if I’m dead or not because Yagi didn’t bother confirming it!”

Teresa sighed tiredly. The duty of peaceholder was annoying at times. ‘I wonder if I can dump it on Priscilla when she comes here.’

She sighed again and once again turned to Miria. “Sure, we were expecting some of you to die, but nobody was betting on you being the first. We thought it would be someone less prominent, like Tabitha.”

Miria sputtered indignantly. “W… Wait!! You’re BETTING on who dies next?!”

Everyone shuffled uneasily. “Well, you see, we’ve got to keep ourselves entertained somehow. Even watching Isley and Riful gets boring after a while you know.” Flora’s soft, polite voice said.

“In fact we’re wondering how long it will take for Tabitha to kill herself in despair.” Undine poked her fingers together, which looked strange considering her massive bulk.

()()()()

Back in the living world.

“STOP HER!!” Galatea shouted as Tabitha was trying to hang herself for the sixth time.

“I’M TRYING!!” Clarice replied as she attempted to remove the noose from Tabitha’s neck and Miata prevented her from kicking the stool away.

“CAPTAIN!!! I’LL JOIN YOU!!!”

()()()()

“And someone might get a lamer death than you… I don’t know, like choking on an apple or something…” Jean continued.

()()()()

“ACK… ACK…*cough*…HELP…” the choking warrior was saved by a hard punch to the gut, which expelled the bit of fruit stuck in her windpipe. She took a few deep breaths and grinned gratefully to her long-time friend.

“Told you this would happen some day.”

Heedless of the scare she had just received, the hungry Claymore took another apple. “Want some?” she asked.

“ARGHHHHH!!!!!!”

()()()()

“… or being strangled to death for being too annoying.”

‘Like that could happen.’ Miria’s angry grumbling was interrupted by a loud, upset-sounding voice… a voice she hadn’t heard in years.

“WHERE IS SHE?”

The crowd parted to let a Claymore through. Miria’s face split into a huge happy smile at the sight of her old friend; and this time it was no illusion. She was truly here. Of course she’d be here, where the entire Claymore cast went when they died.

“HILDA!”

Cue to the classic reunion scene as the two women ran at each other, a magnificent field of flowers appearing under their feet and cheesy romantic music playing in the background.

Miria’s joy was short-lived when instead of the heartfelt hug she was expecting, she found her right ear grabbed into a vicious pinch. The screeching of a scratched record was deafening.

“OWWW!!! Hilda! What the hell…” Miria screamed as she was dragged away by her ear to another room.

“You were supposed to avenge us, destroy the Org and set things right, but nooooooo… not to mention you pretty much doomed the good guys in this series… so you, little missy, are going to get a small attitude adjustment. Consider yourself lucky it won’t be public.” Hilda locked the door behind her, though Miria’s voice could still be heard.

“Hilda! Put me down! Hey! These are my pants!” Miria screeched. “Hilda… Why are you holding a paddle? No… don’t tell me you’re going to…”

“This is for acting like an idiot!” *SLAP!* “This is for injuring your comrade!” *SLAP!* “This is for threatening your friend!” *SLAP!* “Another one for acting like an idiot!” *SLAP!* “This is for going on your own!” *SLAP!* “This is for falling for a stupid trick…”

“OW!! OW!! OW!! OW!! OW!! OW!!”

Outside the room, Teresa gave her trademark smile. ‘Just wait Clare. I am quite unhappy with your choices in life and your sense of priorities… When you come here, we too will have a nice long talk about it.’ she thought, idly thinking of the wooden paddle she had with Clare’s name on it.

()()()()

In the living world, Clare sneezed loudly. Sure it was strange considering she had been merged with a bodyless mass of Yoki. But what was even stranger was the sudden urge she had to cover her rear.

[Shiek927]

Originally Posted by Weird D

What, you thought I'd stop torturing Miria even though she's (supposedly) dead? Come on!

Spoiler for Outtake : what do you mean I'm dead?:

“Just great.” a voice behind Miria groaned in dismay. “Another new arrival.”

Still somewhat disoriented, the spiky-haired claymore turned around and stared at the person who had spoken.

“I swear, this place sure is getting crowded.”

Miria still didn’t answer, too busy staring at the woman in front of her. It wasn’t the blond hair or silver eyes that surprised her. It wasn’t even the fact that this warrior had looks that put Galatea to shame, only enhanced by the gentle smile on her face.

“My eyes are up here you now.”

Miria peeled her eyes from the woman’s chest only for them to go back down two seconds later.

“Hey! Quit staring! You’re freaking me out.”

Try as she might, Miria still couldn’t take her eyes away from her chest. This simply couldn’t be.

“It’s the writing right?” the woman sighed. “It’s always the writing.”

Indeed what had caught Miria’s eye were the words on the front of her uniform : ‘Teresa of the Faint Smile – strongest #1 ever – lame death by a sneak attack.’

Hey, what were you thinking?

“That’s what I get for being merciful… DAMN IT HOW COULD I KNOW SHE WAS FAKING? KILL ME WHILE I’M STILL HUMAN MY ASS!!” Teresa shouted angrily.

Miria sweatdropped at the sight. Sure she had heard of Teresa, but she didn’t know how she had died. “You were ranked Number One, your opponent played possum… and you fell for it?” Talk about breaking the myth. In fact the idea was so ridiculous that Miria let out a chuckle.

Teresa glared at her, then her smile became evil. “I wouldn’t laugh Miss ‘Dumbest death in the Claymore universe’. Anyway, welcome to the Claymore Afterlife.”

“What did you call me? And what do you mean Afterlife?”

Teresa shrugged. “Just what it means. If you’re here, then it means you died, unless Yagi-sama pulls a last-minute save. Then again, it’s not his style so I wouldn’t hold my breath. Then again, Cynthia did make it… Anyway, as the strongest character here, it’s my job to greet new arrivals and keep people in line.”

Miria wanted to protest but a quick look around showed only people she knew had died. Heck she recognized a few of the fallen warriors from Pieta, who bore the words ‘Cannon fodder’.

“And before you ask, everyone here bears a note regarding how they died.” Teresa casually pointed at Miria’s chest. “This is yours.”

Miria looked down and saw the words Teresa had called her earlier. Her reaction was instantaneous. “WHAT THE HELL? I DIDN’T DIE DUMBLY!”

“Meow?”

Looking down, they saw a cabbit rubbing itself against Teresa’s legs. As Miria glared at the animal, Teresa picked the note tucked in its collar before letting it go.

“That was a plot bunny.” Miria scowled. It could only mean one thing: she was on the butt end of a fanfic… again!

Even dead she wouldn’t be left alone!!

“I know. Now let’s see : Phantom Miria, number Six, amazingly skilled at group tactics, devised the plan that ensure some warriors would survive the northern war. Yet,” Teresa threw Miria with a piercing gaze, “you cut down one of your comrades so you could charge into the Organization alone.”

Miria started to shrink.

“Then a warrior used a special ability on you; an ability that conveniently only works on one warrior at the time.”

Miria shrunk more.

“The ability created the illusion of one of your dead friends.”

Miria was now barely taller than Teresa’s knee.

“And you believed it was true even though you delivered the death blow back then.”

Teresa looked down… and down… and down to the two inches tall Miria. “Yep, for one of the most popular characters, that’s pretty lame.”

Suddenly Miria grew back to her original size, which still smaller than Teresa’s. “How could I know they were going to pull the old mind rape trick? This is Claymore, not Naruto or Bleach! Couldn’t Yagi be more original?” she shouted at the skies.

“You are missing the point.” Teresa countered with a raised eyebrow and pointed to a silver-haired man arguing with a small girl. Both of them had the ‘fought to his/her last breath in a heroic yet pointless struggle’ label.

Oh, and there were several naked women with sewed eyes and mouths clinging to their legs.

“My fault?! Excuse me, who tried to control a mindless creature who only seeks to destroy everything?” the man shouted.

“I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t found that thing! You know, the one who’s been on a rampage recently?”

“At least I realized she was stronger than me and didn’t try to boss her around!”

“Right! You couldn’t even admit it publically! You pretended you were stronger when in truth she kicked your ass!”

“She also kicked yours!”

“Ass-pulled heel face turn!”

“Jailbait!”

“Horse ass!”

Behind the bickering duo, several Claymores were watching while eating some popcorn with various levels of amusement written their faces. Only two of them had blank expressions on their identical features, their black outfits marked ‘Pwned by Priscilla’ standing out in the crowd.

As Yoki began surging around the pair, Teresa suddenly flared hers and called. “No fighting in your Awakened forms! Or else…”

Two pairs of fearful eyes turned to her. “Yes Ma’am!” they squeaked.

“God they are older than me yet they behave like children at times.” she sighed and returned her attention to the stunned Miria. “Anyway, back to the point. You didn’t have a desperate fight for survival like those two. You didn’t go in a blaze of glory like Rigaldo.”

The Silver Eyed Lion King gave her a friendly wave, his shirt proudly displaying his ‘SUPERB!’ mention. The ‘Pwned’ captains from Pieta stopped glaring at him and shook their head mournfully at Miria, though Jean was not with them.

“You didn’t die an inspiring death, defiant to the end, refusing your condition and entrusting your will to someone.”

In the distance, Ophelia was seen chasing her one-time ‘AB of the month’ playmate – if said Awaken Being snapping her neck and Ophelia slashing her to pieces can be called playing.

“Nor did you sacrifice your life in a tear-jerking moment to save a comrade with your dying breath.”

Jean was currently poking at Duff’s giant crumpled form; apparently Riful had been mildly annoyed at his handling of her corpse. Along with her were two Claymores with the ‘Pwned’ mention, and another with the ‘goriest death award’, cheerfully doodling on him.

“No, you just sat there, reveled in an illusionary happiness despite having a sword in your gut, and died with a goofy smile.” Teresa finished.

Miria mumbled incoherently.”I thought…”

“What, that you had plot armor? No one has, ask Renee.”

“At least you had a death scene.” Said warrior shouted.

“Don’t be sour, Irene didn’t either.” Teresa placated.

“Hers was the ‘fated yet tragic mentor’s death’. Mine was ‘too unimportant to be shown’! Heck not even the author of this fic knows if I’m dead or not because Yagi didn’t bother confirming it!”

Teresa sighed tiredly. The duty of peaceholder was annoying at times. ‘I wonder if I can dump it on Priscilla when she comes here.’

She sighed again and once again turned to Miria. “Sure, we were expecting some of you to die, but nobody was betting on you being the first. We thought it would be someone less prominent, like Tabitha.”

Miria sputtered indignantly. “W… Wait!! You’re BETTING on who dies next?!”

Everyone shuffled uneasily. “Well, you see, we’ve got to keep ourselves entertained somehow. Even watching Isley and Riful gets boring after a while you know.” Flora’s soft, polite voice said.

“In fact we’re wondering how long it will take for Tabitha to kill herself in despair.” Undine poked her fingers together, which looked strange considering her massive bulk.

()()()()

Back in the living world.

“STOP HER!!” Galatea shouted as Tabitha was trying to hang herself for the sixth time.

“I’M TRYING!!” Clarice replied as she attempted to remove the noose from Tabitha’s neck and Miata prevented her from kicking the stool away.

“CAPTAIN!!! I’LL JOIN YOU!!!”

()()()()

“And someone might get a lamer death than you… I don’t know, like choking on an apple or something…” Jean continued.

()()()()

“ACK… ACK…*cough*…HELP…” the choking warrior was saved by a hard punch to the gut, which expelled the bit of fruit stuck in her windpipe. She took a few deep breaths and grinned gratefully to her long-time friend.

“Told you this would happen some day.”

Heedless of the scare she had just received, the hungry Claymore took another apple. “Want some?” she asked.

“ARGHHHHH!!!!!!”

()()()()

“… or being strangled to death for being too annoying.”

‘Like that could happen.’ Miria’s angry grumbling was interrupted by a loud, upset-sounding voice… a voice she hadn’t heard in years.

“WHERE IS SHE?”

The crowd parted to let a Claymore through. Miria’s face split into a huge happy smile at the sight of her old friend; and this time it was no illusion. She was truly here. Of course she’d be here, where the entire Claymore cast went when they died.

“HILDA!”

Cue to the classic reunion scene as the two women ran at each other, a magnificent field of flowers appearing under their feet and cheesy romantic music playing in the background.

Miria’s joy was short-lived when instead of the heartfelt hug she was expecting, she found her right ear grabbed into a vicious pinch. The screeching of a scratched record was deafening.

“OWWW!!! Hilda! What the hell…” Miria screamed as she was dragged away by her ear to another room.

“You were supposed to avenge us, destroy the Org and set things right, but nooooooo… not to mention you pretty much doomed the good guys in this series… so you, little missy, are going to get a small attitude adjustment. Consider yourself lucky it won’t be public.” Hilda locked the door behind her, though Miria’s voice could still be heard.

“Hilda! Put me down! Hey! These are my pants!” Miria screeched. “Hilda… Why are you holding a paddle? No… don’t tell me you’re going to…”

“This is for acting like an idiot!” *SLAP!* “This is for injuring your comrade!” *SLAP!* “This is for threatening your friend!” *SLAP!* “Another one for acting like an idiot!” *SLAP!* “This is for going on your own!” *SLAP!* “This is for falling for a stupid trick…”

“OW!! OW!! OW!! OW!! OW!! OW!!”

Outside the room, Teresa gave her trademark smile. ‘Just wait Clare. I am quite unhappy with your choices in life and your sense of priorities… When you come here, we too will have a nice long talk about it.’ she thought, idly thinking of the wooden paddle she had with Clare’s name on it.

()()()()

In the living world, Clare sneezed loudly. Sure it was strange considering she had been merged with a bodyless mass of Yoki. But what was even stranger was the sudden urge she had to cover her rear.

Hehehe, well, this IS the first day of October so you did follow that promise right on schedule

[Bikerider]

Meanwhile while the Ghosts are still in the west

Yuma flexes and throws her claymore at the awakened being.

Awakened being. "HA ! You missed, stupid girl. Now I'm going to cut you to...."

sssschhhhhwwwinnnnngggggg !!!!!

Yuma sword retuns and sliced of the Awakened being's head.

"Yuma is getting good with that boomerang move." Cynthia says to Clare.

Clare: "Yes.. at least now she doesn't have to retrieve it."

[Bikerider]

Meahwhile after the battle for Labona

Deitrich, no knowing where she should sit in the pub decides to sit across from Clarice and Miata. She wonders why Miata is holding on to Clarice so tightly.

Deitrich: "So you are the missing number 4. The Org has been looking for you."

Miata holds Clarice tighter making Clarice wince.

Helen (very drunk)::"Heyyyyy schhnorty... That one doeshent tawlk ta schtrangers."

Deitrich looks at Helen... more bewilderment in her face. "I didn't know warriors could get drunk."

Deneve: "They do if they drink 6 barrels of rum in one sitting."

Helen corrects her: schhhuuureven bahhhrrrrrrls"

Deneve: "Seven barrels."

[Bikerider]

Meanwhile after the battle for Labona (continued)

Deitrich (still dazed and bewildered): You six took out 8 awakened ones like it was nothing

Deneve: nine.

Deitrich: nine.... nine. Like it was nothing.

Helen: Wash ent nusshing. I got a tear on my pansh. Thash nawt nusshing.

Deneve: That was Yuma. Stay out of the way when she's throwing her sword.

[Bikerider]

Meahwhile after the battle for Labona part3)

Galatea: I can see you have grown a lot from your time in the west, but you can stop now.

Yuma: Come on.... (pouting) Let me try. I'm getting really good at this.

Cynthia: Yuma-dear, I think that's enough m'kay.

Yuma. You two are NO FUN !

Galatea: I understand. But I'm quite content without my eyes. If I want them back I can regenerate them myself.

[Bikerider]

Meanwhile after the battle for Labona (continued)

Helen: shhay nuuw fortay schven, yer hair's gone back ta cullered a'gin.

Clarice: Huh ? Coloured ? I guess so.. Stop calling me new forty seven too

Deneve: To Helen you will always be new 47 because Clare will always be our forty seven

Helen: Zuh besh damn fordee scheven evorrrr.... (falls flat on her face)

Deitrich: The scariest forty seven ever.

Deneve: Yes. She is a lovably scary forty seven.

[Blue Pentacle]

Hi there,


Firstly, I would like to thank the warm reception to my previous Yuma ideas and the discussion it elicited for a while; it was very informative and appreciated .


Secondly, in regards to the second part of "Strange Consorts", chapter five, it is in development but has been held up by numerous recent ups and downs in my life which have impeded quicker development from me, for the story. Still, I am very grateful to all those who enjoy it and have offered feedback over the long months .


In the interval, I would like to post for the forum the third part of another series I have been developing more slowly since last year, "Black Cherubim"; a series of stories centred upon the travels of Raki and if he had first encountered the black twins, Alicia and Beth. The third part of this series can be found below. I hope it is enjoyable and stirs a little further debate upon the niche topic at hand.

Spoiler for Black Cherubim Part. 3:

Claymore




Black Cherubim




Night hung heavy about the forest; the grey clouds passing lazily above, and half veiled stars beyond them twinkling indifferently above the earth. A slight breeze rustled a few branches, mingling with the myriad sounds of the nocturnal wilderness. These sounds were not of their usual concern to a small figure, sat upon a heavy stone, in the warmth of a campfire. The clearing occupied by himself, and another with whom he shared uneasy company. There had been silence for a time, before with a smooth gesture the other fellow plucked a thick twig from the ground and tossed into the flames. Taking up his contemplative posture again, chin mounted upon entwined fingers, he seemed...at least the boy thought, to be staring at the fire; but he could not be sure...never sure of this man. At last, the man spoke.


“So...was there anything more, Raki?”


The boy thought for a moment before gently shaking his head; his words hesitant, but held by some conviction.


“N...no. There was nothing more. We...I mean they did their business, then left. Saying that payment was to be given to the agent who came after them, to collect the fee...did...I...I mean was the payment given?”


“Ah...good. And yes...the village paid in full for the extermination. Not one penny less, or more. Not one penny less, or more. You need not worry.”


“Ah...eh...okay...that sounds fair.” The boys words were still unsure, but he was at least satisfied that the emissary of the organisation, Rubel, was content with their latest mission; rather the latest job set to Alicia and Beth, respectively ranked first and second among the warriors of that shady institution.


He looked into the flames, pulling his cloak a little tighter; a whimsical thought leading him to wonder if this strange man even felt the cold...or the heat for that matter. He had only met Rubel a handful of times in the past, but was quite sure of his dislike for him. More than simply the features which intrigued and unsettled the young man, but his intentions and designs; particularly his seeming disregard for his warrior’s vestigial humanity, and their purpose in life... It was then that the man in black spoke again; in that same relaxed, airy fashion as always.


“Hmmm...yes. It is, and it is another successful mission...with our special arrangement, I might add. We are pleased, Raki. Admittedly, we of the organisation had our doubts at first...but you have soothed our worries. Now, we think this arrangement is working well; for you to go about in their company, Alicia and Beth.”


“T...thank you. I’m grateful. I know that it was strange in the beginning, but...but I...I have come to be fond of this, and think that they like it too. In their own way...”


He added a small, hopeful smile to punctuate the end of his words. Rubel did not respond immediately; those smooth, almost waxen features unmoving.


“In their own way?...hmmm....yes, I fancy they might. But, that also brings another little bit of business for the night.


The boy was suitably interested, if a little nervous.


“What’s that?...”


Rubel looked up; the flames seeming to dance for a moment in the dark splendour of his black glasses; seemingly fixed to his pale head.


“Yes. You see, Alicia told me something interesting, just a little while ago. Something that concerned me...”


“Yes...”


“She told me...that she had a dream, Raki. She told me what she dreamt about, without any prior request for such information...”

The boy seemed lost for a moment, his brown eyes dull before he suddenly remembered; his voice light, almost vindicated.


“Oh, yes...well, recently I have been asking them to talk about what they dream of. I just thought it might help them be a little more...well....ehh...imaginative...and thoughtful...”


The words were impotent to the man on the other side of the fire. Still silent, still devoid of expression.


“Raki, I would be very, very careful of that.”


The boy did not know how to react at first, but asked tentatively.


“What...I...but, I thought that was good; trying to stir some reflection in them...”


“Ah, yes...well...my boy, though it may be good in some ways it may not be good in others. Something to keep in mind. You see...Raki, though your...ideas...may be good, there consequences may be not so. Alicia and Beth are quite unique, finely attuned and conditioned to be one of the very best weapons against the Yoma, the Awakened Beings...and other things too. Anything that might detract from their distinct condition might jeopardize that calling...”


Raki seemed momentarily crestfallen; his eyes dull as his head dipped slightly.


“Y...yes, well. I...I have been thinking of things like that, but they are as strong and diligent as ever...I think.”


“Well...that may be, for the moment. But, another word to the wise. Something you should take careful heed of...”


The boy’s ears perked, his eyes questioning.


“Raki, you know that those two are not like us. Less like me, and even less like you. It is important to keep a cautious mind of those two. Especially in the business of dreams...”


“Why dreams?...they haven’t done anything wrong in just telling me what they saw, and felt in their sleep?...”


At this, the man gave a very small smile. The expression making the boy feel a little colder, even wrapped in cloak and near a rich fire.


“You see, Raki, those two are unique by many virtues. But in some, they are even more extraordinary. Among those, is the realm of the mind; and of dreams in particular. I do not ask that you believe Raki, but I feel it important to understand that your safety may be weakened if too much is given to thinking of what they dream...”


As expected, they boy did not seem to understand.


“Ah...let me say this to perhaps add some weight to the problem. I believe that it is important to keep a clear mind regarding what Alicia and Beth may dream about, because you see if...perhaps...you are too close to them in spirit and in imagination, you may find yourself when sleeping drawn into their world...pulled powerfully into their own place...and may never get out again. Does that...make the point I am trying to say?...”


Raki was perplexed, but also unnerved by his statement; seemingly fantastic and strange, he had never known this man to exaggeration or intimidation. These facts alone making his strange words all the more powerful. But, what in the world did they mean?


He nodded.


“Yes...eh...yes, I’ll try to keep that in mind for the future.”


The ebony clad emissary nodded in turn.


“Good, Raki. That is very good to know”


He seemed to contemplate for a moment longer, then spoke again.


“In other business, I have the twins next assignment...and by implication your own, if you want to think that way. It is a contract from the town of Ravensloft; on the near south coast of the Balayage province, in Lautrec. About three days travel from here. The job is simple. Two Yoma are to be eradicated, as they have been afflicting the township. Nothing too special, but they seem to be quite sly. So a little more caution might be needed for this endeavour...”


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It had been nearly three days since that odd conversation by a camp fire and under a cold, murky night sky. Raki, listening closely and trying to unravel Rubel’s previous warning in his mind, had understood this new mission and the enigmatic, mysterious man had left into the night without a glance back. In truth, Raki had been thankful for his departure and felt better now that he was gone. It was not long before the twin Claymore’s, Alicia and Beth, returned from opposite directions on a scouting mission. Almost mirror images of each other, save for their unique insignia worn on their black throat guards and a few other things Raki had spied after some months of their company. They had approached, as calm and cold as always, while he had instructed them in their new mission.


Come morning the party had set out west; the plains of Toulouse shifting as the hills and forests of the western land closed around them. Near the middle of the third day, sometime after noon, the trio arrived atop a hill; a long, winding road leading down to a small town. Beyond that there were a few hills before the land edged into the coast; Raki thinking he could just make out the blue of the sea, while the black clad warriors were silent, Beth peering down at the settlement while Alicia seemed to be thinking...or not, as they case may be. With Ravensloft before them, leather shoes and armoured boots made their way down the road. Raki was looking forward to it, feeling more at ease with the twin warriors now...though...though he still dreamed, and occasionally felt heartsick when thoughts of his family came. He shook his head and took a breath as the gates of the town approached.



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It was market day in the small town. The main street a bustling blend of colour and sound; vendors declaring their wares, people from the surrounding district coming to trade and buy what they would. To Raki, this was all quite new; as he had rarely been to such a large market even back home...or...what had once been his home. The exception which rather dulled his energy and enthusiasm was the reaction to the approaching presence of the two Claymore’s about him; something not unfamiliar, but it still left a cold impression. As they passed, people would grow quiet and pull back; others stopping in conversation too turn and stare at the peculiar trio while some would avert their gaze; almost unwilling to look the silver eyed warriors in the face. Alicia to his left, and Beth to his right, Raki was just a little behind and could hear the whispers and mutters all around; the faces in the crowd revealing either surprise, concern or distaste for the pale soldiers and the boy in their midst.


Of course, Alicia and Beth had no acknowledgement of this as they went on; people pulling away to clear a path while Raki felt pity for the twins, and all warriors, who had to endure this...foolishness and ignorance most places they went. Passing, he saw a family leave a small shop only to pull back to the door from whence they came; the father grim faced, while the mother eased her little girl back and looked away from the trio. Raki fancied he caught the child’s gaze before she hid behind her mother before the ebony clad warriors and their companion passed onward.


The crowds dispersing as they left the main street, Raki felt a ripple of melancholy at what he had seen...and memories stirred which still stung. Approaching the older part of the town now amid quieter streets, the Mayor’s residence rose in front of them; a large, old house which seemed quite unwelcoming. It was soon that the door opened and two men emerged; one approaching the trio nervously while the other lingered by the door. With this, the attendants soon escorted them to meet the official.


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Sometime later, the trio were making their way south out of the town. The streets silent, but the noise of the market carried on the wind and heard over the rooftops. The trio silent, Raki pondered how the twins would deal with the problem of the two strong Yoma who had been wreaking havoc lately. He did not doubt the twins would have something in mind; but they would attend to the problem when there was less a chance of further casualties tomorrow, when the town was quieter.


Alicia had suggested Raki stay in a inn for the night, with the twins, but he had declined. The boy still feeling angry and frustrated with the town’s people. The twins had no opinion of the matter, and so the trio would camp close by the shore; a long beach stretching running parallel with the sea for many miles. Though Raki would have liked a warm bed for the night, he had a bellyful of those staring eyes and crude whispers enough for one day. Leaving the town behind, they passed through a small forest until the sea spread out before them along a deserted shore; the colours of dusk playing in the western sky and the voice of the waves a almost soothing chorus. As the trio stopped for a moment to survey this place, Raki felt a little better...albeit just a little.


As dusk fell to night, the three had settled into their routine; a fire crackling in the centre while Alicia and Beth had reclined with the swords at their backs. Raki had eaten fish, some local type, which was a nice meal with some bread. Lying down, though, he felt himself grow contemplative...thoughts which led a certain frustrating sadness; the events of the day not helping at all. Failing to sleep, he had gotten up and wandered towards the beach. With the grey land on one side, and the black waters on the other, he had trod listlessly in thought until spying a small, grassy mound which overlooked the sands. Wanting to rest, he trod up and sat at the edge; staring into the nocturnal sea.


He knew that he might be acting a little strange, and it frustrated him so. Sighing, he closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else...even if he could seemingly not...

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The hours had passed, and still the young cloak clad boy had sat peering out into the sea; almost imagining it had some sort of voice with which to speak to those who would listen. He had listened...to everything and nothing, and done other things too; as his wet cheeks and sore eyes attested. Turning a heavy head back towards the waves, he lingered on them and thought he could almost see shapes in the froth; figures and faces from the past...


He did not see a tall, slender apparition approach behind him; the black of her suit a strong camouflage, though broken against her ghostly pale skin and light, long hair. Silently it approached on light bare feet until silver eyes scanned the darkness around, then fell on the small shape of the boy. Drawing nearer, the rustle of sand and dry earth made Raki turn; wide eyes finding a familiar figure, her identity found with her emblem. Alicia stared back.


“Raki, why are you out here in this dark hour?” Her words held no accusation or anger; simply a dispassionate question, no emotion tainting her cool voice. The boy was caught with embarrassment for a moment.


“Eh...oh...a...I’m sorry...I’m sorry, Alicia; I was...eh...just thinking about something’s...well...that and I was just walking to clear my mind...a little.” He tried to force a little smile, while the first ranked warrior simply watched; her eyes narrowing if only for a moment.


“Yes. Do you feel better after your reflections?”


“Heh...ah...well...a little, just...it’s just I did not feel good after that time in the town...and I could not sleep back at camp. So...I came to here. Sorry for worrying you, I should have told you in the first place.”


The warrior was unmoved, her words calm.


“It may have guarded against concern, but there was no worry. Both I and Beth can track you, and can read your heartbeat over a mile away. I knew where you were, but made way to confirm your safety.”


The boy took in this information with a nod, then a nervous chuckle.


“T...Thank you. I am grateful you did.” Rubbing at his face, he looked away at something. Wordlessly the warrior drew closer; the wind playing with her long hair with danced like faded gold on occasion.

“Raki...have you been crying?”


The boy sighed, and swallowed. Angry at his weakness, but frustrated with the world too.


“Eh...no...I mean yes...well...it’s just that I was so hurt by what those people did; I...I mean I have seen it before...even before I met you , even back home when a warrior visited, but just to see and feel them...when they should have welcomed you and Beth. It...it was their town that was under attack and their mayor who wanted your help...yet they act like that...as...as if you and your sister are the monsters...how foolish...and...and stupid too. They should have been grateful...not gawk and whisper or say ugly things under their breath...”


The boy’s voice had cracked and wavered as a few fresh tears had come. The warrior absorbed these words without reaction; the silver of her eyes cold and clear as she listened.


“People fear us, because of our nature. But, the reaction of those and others is common and widespread. It is not relevant to us, and should not be unduly pondered beyond necessity. Nor should you do so either, Raki.” The warrior was silent for a time, before continuing; her eyes shifting a little, as if in thought.


“Have you been having unpleasant dreams again?”


“Well...that’s...a part of things, with people, I suppose; but it should not happen! I mean...things should be better for you and your sister and the other soldiers too...that I am sure of...and things would be better if they were! I really mean it. But...eh...yes...I have been having those dreams again...there not as bad as before...but...well...they are still strong...”


The still warrior pondered his words; eyes unmoving, then answered.


“If we were more warmly received...such a thing maybe be pondered, and it would assist in our cause. But that it not as it is in the present, and we have little way or changing that, as do our superiors of the organisation. But...do you still dream of your family?”


The boy nodded sadly.


“Yes...but we and hope...and yes...they are still in my dreams...and the blood...and...and...just everything else too. Though my sleep has been better...I just wish I did not have to see those things.”


The boy coughed and pulled his cloak tighter; the dance of the wind ignored by the silver eyed woman. Still peering down, she trod forward and sat down beside him; turning to him then peering back toward the sea.


“If you wish to not dream, and sleep deeply there are certain medicines and tonics which can be given. It is of no trial to us to acquire them, and Beth’s power can soothe an afflicted spirit.”


He turned, a smile and his eyes a little brighter.


“Thank you. I...I would like that...and I am grateful too. Very much so. But, I am sorry too.”


A moon touched face turned slightly, eyes still pools of silver.


“Why do you apologise?”


“Well...well...I just feel I should not be this way...I mean so many terrible things have happened in the past...but in the end...well...I am just so grateful for you and your sister...you saved me, really, and did so much for me...but the past still lingers about me like a rash...and I hate it. You, both of you, deserve better than this...”


The warrior was silent. Alicia turning again to him, slowly.


“The past may have been terrible, and the circumstance of our meeting painful, but the truth of what we have is evident. We do not resent or tire of your needs, nor do we regret meeting you and taking you upon us. Your presence and person...is important to us. Very important to us. In that, we have no question or doubt. Just as you must have no question or doubt either. The past will ease once taken upon oneself, and you will emerge stronger.”


The boy smiled again, turning to wipe his eyes as the warrior watched impassively. He had many thoughts then, and even though there was no emotion in her smooth, cold voice he was so very grateful for her seeming compassion. It was something that made he believe, all the more strongly, that Rubel and all the other strange men who controlled their lives were wrong in their assumption: beneath, deep within and still faintly alive...within the twins...there was something innate that could not be so easily bent or remade. The strange fact of their attachment to him being the first sign of this...maybe.


He smiled.


“Still...thank you so much. I will get better...I know I will...it’s just that I’m...a little tired just now...part of the reason I came out here in the first place.” He coughed, but seemed more composed now.


Alicia had been listening and watching; noting that his heart was now steady and he seemed better disposed. She nodded, then raised one slender arm; placing her fingers on her in her lap in a soft gesture.


“Yes. If you are tired, then rest. That is what is important now.”


The boy looked puzzled for a moment, not at first understanding, then realising what she implied.


“I...eh...I...” He stammered for a few indecisive moments, but sighed then was silent.


“Yes. Thank you...I’m just feeling odd recently...and worn too. It will pass in time...”


With that he moved closer, and then leant down; stretching out a little as his shoulder and head arrived in Alicia’s lap; feeling the swell of her warm thigh through the black fabric. It felt good, and his head felt so heavy; sleep now being given a chance, came galloping. Guided by the woman’s slender white hand on his shoulder, he was soon still. The awkwardness faded, and he gave a last look out to sea. He then closed his eyes and was silent. His breath mingling with the sound of the black waves on the grey beach.


For a time it was like this, as Alicia peered out to sea; silver eyes scanning the waters, before her head slowly bowed and she peered at the boy on her lap. She raised a hand and softly touched his head. Fingers that could turn stone to powder, and tear steel like paper now gently stroking his hair; feeling the locks shift beneath her touch and his heart a slow steady sound in her ears.


She did so for a long time, her thoughts a mystery but her gesture true, as the troubled boy slept between black waves, and the warrior of dark legend.



To be continued...

Thanks,


Blue Pentacle.

[Bikerider]

Meanwhile after the battle for Labona (continued)

Awakened being #1 (panting): We got here. But it looks like we're late.

Awakened being #2 (huffing): I think we're early. Labona is still here.

AB #1: Look at the damage. We're late.

AB #2: What damage ? That looks like disrepair or a bad storm. Nothing big.

AB #1: What about the heads of our sister nailed to the main gate ?

AB #2: Ewwww.... I didn't see that. What the hell ? They're all dead. They're all chopped to pieces. Who could have done that ?

Galk (shouting from the City Walls): Are you the second wave Awakened Beings ? If you are I suggest you go back to the Organisation and tell them it's futile.

AB#2: How does he know we're Awakened ?

ssssshhhinggggg

A sword goes through the chest of AB #1.

Yuma: GOT HER !!

Cynthia. Oh dear... Now you'll have to retrieve it.

Yuma: YEAH !! Let's !!

[Shiek927]

Bikerider....It's Rabona, Rabona; we don't want you making the same dumb mistake as the latest chapter .

Otherwise though, I do love your stories

[Bikerider]

TY Shiek927

[Bikerider]

Meanwhile after the battle for Rabona (continued)

Tabitha: Is it just me or is Yuma behaving a lot like Clare.

Deneve: She's behaving a lot like Clare.

Tabitha: I see

Deneve: Yes. Well... I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Helen: Shum un hash to bay duh bahd gurl in deh grooop. Meh ash well bey hersh...

Deneve: Then what will your part in the group be ?

[revan5]

http://www.fanfiction.net/anime/Clay.../0/5043/0/0/1/

I'd love to get some more reviews from you guys as I post updated (Joe_fh edited) versions of the chapters over on fanfiction.net! Help an Animesuki member out and take a look here or read through the not as up-to-date Animesuki version. It's well worth your time, as Joe_fh, Ryuken, Fenrir_valindri, Shiek927, Formerabyssalone, Shelter, QS_Bilal, FragrantFlora, and others can attest. Go ahead and ask them for a testimonial if you're unconvinced or just read the latest versions on fanfiction.net to see for yourself.

[Bikerider]

Meanwhile after the battle for Rabona (continued)

Helen patting Deitrich on the head. "Ya know schnorty. Yer kinda cute like tha' lil monschtor ovah dar."

Deitrich looking at Miata who seems frightened of the older Warriors. "She looks scared of you."

Deneve: "Of course she's scared of us. We're the real monsters."

Yuma: "Except me. I'm not a real monster. I'm a real almost monster."

[An4rchy99]

Bikerider... very funny. Reminds me of "Helens life lessons"
Ps. when you're done, can you put all the pieces together in one post? Its good to have it all in one place if there are more...