[Closed to Claymore Cast]

[yetsleeping]

Who: ...ANYONE FROM THE CLAYMORE CAST WHO CARES TO SHOW UP!
When: December 9th, evening.
Where: Priscilla's bedroom in the Headquarters. Visual references here!
Format: going to go with action!
What: Let's just call it a debriefing, not to mention an excuse to get the castmembers who avoid each other into one place. XD
Warnings: Possible

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[lilbloodeyes]

[She was still feeling sick from the encounter earlier. All of the waves, the smells, the emotional upheavel-from not one, but at least two sources-it felt and smelt terrible. She had a hard time getting in too. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to get a room for awhile, like Arthur suggested. Maybe She could find some place where she could just plant her feet and breathe.

It wouldn't be here, that was for certain. Prisilla was still pulsing with that aura, and she felt it close on her on every heart beat. There was Isley, who she despised for making her out to be small and weak. So. Once she was in the room (and no longer tracking the animals with her eyes) she goes directly for the bed, skirting around Isley.

Even if she had leaves and snow melting in her hair, she was all the grim and serious as she could be.]

What happened.

[silvereyedlion]

[Rigaldo doesn't bother to hide his yoki when he enters, finally, looking barely touched by the cold outside but just as severe as ever. Perhaps even more so. His clothes are damp in places - stained with snow and blood - and in his hand he's carrying the oversized sword of a warrior as easily as if it was his own.]

[It's Priscilla's, as a matter of fact. Those who look closely enough will recognize her symbol on it.]

[He pauses only briefly in the doorway to eye the other arrivals - warriors all, and no doubt the only one who would be pleased to see him at all is Priscilla. The look he gives the rest is almost challenging, but he keeps his empty hand tightened into a fist, a visible sign of restraint.]

Quite a gathering.

[And then he turns in the direction of the bed, addressing Isley and Priscilla primarily, but speaking clearly enough for everyone to hear.]

I've cleared the site. There's nothing for the mist to take.

[And no sign of the damn thing that did this.]

[yetsleeping]

[The sight of her sword, strange though it might be, is an almost physical relief to Priscilla - enough to jar her from the discomfort at Miata's... direct approach. And if the circumstances were different - if this were a social gathering, if Isley weren't present, or if she weren't, she would be... concerned. Though she isn't entirely sure whether she'd be worried for Rigaldo or for the warriors in the room.]

[As it stands, she gives a little nod to Rigaldo.]

...thank you.

[And then looks at Miata, and at Helen. At Tabitha, whom she barely knows, and takes a breath.]

It was an ambush. That's the only way I can describe it. I was on a routine patrol, and then...

[She shakes her head.]

I didn't sense anything. I didn't hear anything.

[swordofthenorth]

[Isley has discarded his bloodstained cloak, but the shirt he wears is still damp and darkened with Priscilla's lifeblood. The very scent of it wafts through the room, but for Isley it's not a focal point. He acknowledges Rigaldo's entrance, fingers running through Priscilla's hair, across her cheek. He listens to the start of her recount, but says nothing.]

[It's a puzzle they're trying to piece together. The pieces are all there, too, but some of them are turned over, unclear. It will take time to flip them right side up again, time to unveil everything, but they have time, and he can exercise patience if the end result is the assailant's severed head between his hands, its guts hanging from his mouth.]

[His eyes briefly meet Miata's when she skirts around him, but he looks at her as if she were a small thing, dismissible, before his attention returns to Priscilla.]

[Everyone is silent...waiting for her to tell them more, to tell them all she remembers.]

[yetsleeping]

I'm been here for two years, and I've never met anything like that in the ruins. Never. It was... [She closes her eyes, tries to remember. Deep breaths.]

[Right. The beginning. Start at the beginning.]

It was a routine patrol. And then suddenly it was like... it was like being attacked by Teresa. Except it wasn't Teresa but I've fought her before, so I know what it feels like to cross with someone at that level. It didn't give off any energy signature... but I don't either, normally so I guess it doesn't mean-- I don't know. I don't even know if it was a person or a monster. It was only a few seconds, but it started by stabbing me through with... something. So I was already starting at a disadvantage.

I drove it off, but... Obviously not quickly enough.

[Priscilla glances over at Roxanne as she enters the room - another Number One. Would she be next? What about Miata?]--I don't know whether it killed Teresa before or after it attacked me. All I know is that it retreated, and I was trying to get back to the city when I

[lilbloodeyes]

She-he-surpressed herself. And used to it. They are fast. They don't like you. Maybe not us. Maybe wounded or not.

[She ignores Isley and his doting, even Roxanne's entry as she growls at Rigaldo, her own hands twitching for her blade. But she doesn't reach for that. She doesn't need it. Rigaldo first, then a quick swipe of Isley's throat. Or just tear off his head. Whichever was easier.]

Easier to sneak, yes? On someone who uses speed, someone who can reach quick. Likely? Stab in the back, took the arms, then the head. Easiest that way. It stuck up on you. Yes?

[swordofthenorth]

[Miata is a crude little thing, but Isley can see that she's a good killer...if nothing else. Her words would ordinarily draw a dark smile, but for now? Just a stare. Intense, watchful, and unblinking.]

Without a yoki signature could mean...a few things.

[He pushes a golden lock of Priscilla's hair behind her ear, but doesn't take his eyes off the warrior child, Miata.]It could mean it is another one of you warriors, one with an ability to cloak their yoki as Priscilla has learned to do for the most part, one with the strength to go head-to-head with two of your strongest. It could also mean we're dealing with Abyss Feeders, as we all know there are some that are present...but that is less likely. They tend to hunt in packs, and I'm sure, given their tendencies, Priscilla would have gotten a good look at them. They're difficult to miss

[lilbloodeyes]

It's not a feeder. There wasn't bite marks. One sword, only. Maybe not know of the feeders to fake.

[She shrugged. The feeders were introduced to her generation. She didn't like them one bit either. They reminded her too much of herself, in the worse kind of light. And they were truly better off dead.]

But it is strong. If it is new....Flora. Me. Came here quick. But...Flora is not strong enough. Me? Don't know. But wouldn't kill Teresa. She is...was...learning human. With her lips.

Respect that. Respect her. No need to kill warriors here.

Just Awakened...

[She snarls, and crouches. Unless someone stops her now, she's going for Rigaldo. And she's going for his head.]

[silvereyedlion]

[Rigaldo may have been listening to every word exchanged, but he's been keeping his gaze on that half feral girl crouching by Priscilla's side. Miata, was it? She acted strangely for a warrior from the start, and now her ...bizarreness... is being directed at him.]

[He sneers at her in return, before she can move... and tightens his grip on Priscilla's sword.]

Are you going to start a war right here in this room, you idiot girl? I don't recall taking any warriors' heads lately, so save your growling for the real killer.

[He only looks away, momentarily, to glance at Flora - just like he remembers her, during their brief moment of meeting - and gives a soft huff.]

It could just as easily have originated here. The site was too disturbed to tell one way or another from tracks alone.

[lilbloodeyes]

[She hissed at him. If she could have arched her back like a cat she would have. He. Was. Awakened. And her brain was screaming at her that she had to kill him. Had to. But if he didn't want it to be a war in the bedroom...]

If there is no yoki, no tracks. Then I am best finding. If the Mist didn't kill the scent-then there would be traces of it. I could find the killer. Just need location.

Unless you're scared to show me? Soft handed boy.

[She's rocking on her feet. This isn't helping her need to kill him and his kind. If he backed off...if he suppressed...maybe she could step back. It was difficult without Clarice to tell her right and wrong. She wouldn't even go for her sword. She'd just take him with her hands. That thought made her hiss through her teeth, still crouched like an overgrown spider. Still rocking as if barely holding back. Miata felt too restless with blood in the room. Blood inside rooms made her recall...bad memories.]

[silvereyedlion]

[Whatever protests or concessions he might have made at the idea of dragging someone back out there are dropped instantly, and he leans forward, his voice darkening.]

You dare speak to me like that, you filthy--

[...probably a good time for someone to step in.]

[yetsleeping]

[Ridiculous. Priscilla presses her lips together hard, and if she were at full strength she would act - stand, impose some kind of order. But instead her face ripples with veins briefly - a sign of her irritation, and her barely contained instability - and holds up her one functional hand.]

Anyone who starts anything is getting kicked through the wall into the backyard. I may not be at my best, but I still have legs.

[A long, deep breath. She lifts her head.]

The mist may well have destroyed any scents, but I can give the location, yes. I wouldn't suggest going there alone, Miata. I understand your strength. But anything that could kill Teresa would kill you too, alone.

In any case, it wasn't necessarily anything from our world. There are new creatures turning up here every day. My only concern is, well. I know there were other people in the ruins at that time, so why did it only attack us?

[She presses her lips together.]It could be an awakened being. An awakened number two, or even a number three from a

[lilbloodeyes]

Am filth because of where I sleep, not what I am.

[She growls, and tenses, ready to get into some good old fashion ripping and tearing-but the ripple of yoki causes her to falter, and stare back at Priscilla. She doesn't like the woman-the power of her still makes her feel vile-but it was her invitation that brought her here. And it was not a good idea to cause this one to lose her marbles altogether. But she still didn't have to like this.]

If it was...then be obvious. Yes? You'd smell like them. Somehow. Or their sword. So it could be one of the strongest here. One of the newest. A yoki hunter. Another generation. Or a stupid like him.

[She isn't including Priscilla or Isley in this. Just Rigaldo. Feel so special little kitty.]

The Mist adds, changes. Mostly humans yes? But...could it make us different. Warp us. Awaken. Turn into feeders.

So. Should I go. If do, who best to come with? That someone might be the hunter.

[swordofthenorth]

[The look Isley gives Rigaldo warns the other Awakened Being to stand down. Pride isn't something that needs defending against the insults of a child, however unique she is.]

[And when Priscilla speaks, warning others and saving Isley the effort, he smiles.]

It's alright, Priscilla. Both Rigaldo and I know full well that we're not trusted by our present company, excluding you. If they want to question us, let them. If it will cut the tension in this room in half...it may save us time and prevent grievances in the long run.

[His fingers stroke Priscilla's cheek one more time before he draws away from her. Pushing himself up from the bed, standing at its side and to his full height, he looks down at Miata.]You. Did you hear a word Priscilla just said? You're not going hunting alone. Whether or not you should go at all, even accompanied, is entirely up to Priscilla. And, if she permits it, I would not recommend sending you with Rigaldo. You've already demonstrated that you can barely keep yourself under control around him.

[lovedthedeadone]

[Apparently Roxanne likes her dangerous games. Because she chooses this moment to speak up, with a smirk.]

It's funny how you offer to take that poor mad girl out into the ruins right after admitting to being untrusted. You threatened my life in public for no real reason - why in the world would anyone trust you with Miata?

[...]

Or Priscilla or Teresa, for that matter. If it were your yoki she felt, she would even have sufficient motivation to lie about it. Bias is a terrible thing.

[silvereyedlion]

[Rigaldo narrows his eyes at Isley's scolding, which is completely unjustified. He didn't raise the blade in his hand against the girl, after all - doesn't that count as controlling himself?]

[So he's already bristling when Roxanne speaks up. He regards her coolly, regaining his composure.]

Don't be absurd. What would either of us have to gain from attacking Priscilla, or letting her survive if we did?

Question if you must, but being untrusted isn't an indication of guilt.