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† don't make a sound, hush and listen

Mar 15, 2009 05:48

WHO: TeresaChrist Of The Faint Smile [Teresachrist], Clare [savedthehead], "God-Eye" Galatea [discogodeye], and Phantom Miria [rebelmirage].
WHAT: Tracing down the bearer of a strong Yoki.
WHERE: It's the Claymore. Where-the-Fuck-Ever They want.
WHEN: ...Evening? Hell if I know.

( keep your head down, we're not safe yet )

galatea, Ω miria, Ω teresa of the faint smile, Ω clare

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savedthehead March 15 2009, 20:41:37 UTC

[ooc: continued from here.]

Galatea had said there was a strong energy in the city, moving, and they were going to figure out just who it was. She hadn't realized her sensing was off until they'd docked, of course, and met Galatea, so the question of seeing another Claymore on the boat was useless. The idea that a strong presence, calm, searching for someone was here made Clare itch, but she kept any hope from rising.

There was no need to draw the weapon just yet, she figured as she dropped her arm to her side. It was slightly odd seeing the other woman in a foreign uniform, but she figured she would adjust. She kept her hood up, just in case. She didn't voice her thoughts, or her concerns, about it.

contemptuous March 15 2009, 21:52:31 UTC

Galatea was used to Clare's silence and so did not take offense, instead continuing onward to find out the origin of the strange yoma energy. She spoke to Clare as they walked. It would likely be a good idea to give her updates on the nature of Rivelata now, and have Miria give her any other information later. She used their numbers and not their names, to be safe. There were individuals around that might take advantage of that information.

"People are pulled from different time periods and different worlds here. For instance, both six and yourself have been here prior, as well as the Abyssal One, Riful..." She paused for a moment. "Number 9 and...8. The previous 47 as well as the current 6 expressed surprise over my appearance, which leads me to believe that you all are from some point in the future."

The God Eye was silent for a long while, and then she spoke again. "We have comrades outside of our own here. Enemies, too. Stay on your guard."

savedthehead March 15 2009, 22:14:52 UTC

Riful. She had questions about a 'previous' self being here, as well as Miria being in the city for a second time, but it could wait, she guessed. The hunt was more important than that, and if Galatea really was from the past (well, she had to be or she'd be blind, right?) then... Clare nodded in acknowledgment of the new situation formed in this place.

Their path was taking them closer to the jungle. Her silver eyes caught blonde hair, achingly familiar. But, no, that wasn't possible. But Galatea had mentioned different time lines. Was this... Clare couldn't help but break into a run to catch up to the wavy-haired Claymore, as designated by her uniform.

She was frustrated with the lack of speed, something she noticed the instant she began running. As if she wasn't slow enough already she was even slower than at home. "Teresa?" The name tore from her lips mid-sprint, dodging between the humans in attempt to catch the vision before it vanished completely.

contemptuous March 16 2009, 01:05:29 UTC

She told her to be on her guard, and within seconds 47 was off without a word, running to catch up with the bearer of that powerful yoki. Galatea sighed, a long-suffering, aggravated sigh, and caught up to the other woman easily, moving to trip the younger warrior before she could reach the other Claymore.

"You never follow directions." Galatea shook her head and glanced up to regard the woman with the strong yoma energy, tilting her head. It was no one she recognized, but given 47's response, perhaps she did. All that was left now was to wait and see what would occur.

Short tag >> savedthehead March 16 2009, 02:03:06 UTC

If there was one thing Clare continually forgot, or chose not to remember, it was that most other Claymores were faster than her. This fact never seemed to cross her mind and, as a result, Galatea sent her sprawling onto the ground. It was unfortunate how used to tasting dirt she really was. On the ground, though, gave her the chance to look up at the spirit.

Almost against her will, her silver eyes widened in shock. Her stomach felt like it had fallen through the earth and down into the core. Her voice was faint as she repeated the name. "Teresa?" There was no mistaking that face. She knew it, had loved it, and had lost it.