This is what the City gives to entertain me on this goddamned rock?

Truth or Dare.

And at least make it interesting, or I'll die of boredom before I die in battle.

And that's just weak.

What a good visit. I'd had so much pent up.

Two minutes east to west. Three north to south. Mostly rock, trees on the west side.

A prison island.

How droll this stay is going to be.

Won't someone at least try and escape? Give me a hunt.

Or I'll come in and make one.

The other guards are just as far game if you step of that path.

With this fog, well... wouldn't that be a great setting for our games?

Isn't this the exact same cell? Couldn't you have at least changed it up?

The decor stinks.

Humans get phone calls and lawyers, right?

I'm half.

Give me one of them.

They're taking too long. Hmm... the Warden already knows, of course he does. And he "helped" bring me in last time. Who. Will. He. Pick.

I've always wondered how people think to hunt the hunter.

It's like playing against the person who created the game.

To go in to the City... no. I have the advantage out here. I'll go there if I want to give them moral dilemma.

Police heads on a platter, Warden. Just for you.

One by one until you learn that I win this game.

What a cowardly bitch, telling so early. I can't stand tattle tells.



I quit.

The puppy got more votes than I did.

And I thought the Organization was full of stupid cunts.

Why.

Charming.

Let's work together well.

Very well.

[ooc; strikes as... hackable as anything, lol. She never did invest in coding.]

I don't think I need to blink or make these words big for you pieces of shit to listen.

I've read this thing. You want people to do something. You want action. You actually want people who do bad things to be punished. And you want monsters... well. We all know what everyone likes to do with monsters.

You don't send a puppy to kill monsters, or a dead boy, or a prince.

You send monsters to kill monsters. If you want justice you can call it justice if you like. I don't care. I like my job. And my job happens to be... well. You call us Claymore, Silver Eyed Witches, whatever you want, but we save humans from monsters. When it suits, I do, anyway. The Organization protects humans.

So I'll run for Warden. I've been with the police a bit, so you want a resume, you can have that. You need someone who can actually fight, to run this position. And I'd love to do that.

I would.

So ask your questions. I'll maybe answer them.

[ooc; someone's just sore Prince Charming is running again, not to mention Pup >D Okay, you caught her, she's bored as hell, too.'

Is it Warden nominations again? Time sure flies, isn't that what they say?

I don't care.

Shall I run again?

I'm not sure. It's sort of fun, but... hmm. No one seems to vote for me. I wonder why.

... Disgusting.

All of you weaklings are disgusting. Playing around on those curse days, if not playing, then whining and crying, and then just picking up the pieces and moving on the next day.

Like goldfish or ants, scurrying and swimming and always forgetting.

Do you even remember what you want to do? Who you need to kill?

Pathetic.

Forest.

Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead.

Underground.

Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive.

Too many, boss?

It's hard to do live ones. They may not live that long, though.

[ooc; some of those beasty pics are kind of gross, I guess, so if you are easily squicked, don't click!]

City, listen up.

I'm going to give you an option.

Byakuya wants me to clean the Square, in order to use my blade for him, for you. That's right, isn't that silly?

So, would you like me to clean it, City, like he wants me too?

Because I hear blood is the best cleanser for dirty, ugly, things like you.

And, oh, you? So good to see how easily cowed you are by a man playing at Organization.

I'm a little tired, after such a long hunt- But I'm really not, because all that blood just gets so exciting.

Don't you all think?

Do me a favor, Corinthian.

Don't forget all those wounds of mine. Or I'll have to come fix them again. You're lucky I even didn't use my sword.

... Because otherwise they'd be picking pieces of you off the pavement.

[ooc; Yay?]

I'm getting closer. I can smell you, Corinthian.

Surely you didn't think I'd forgotten?

A few days, scent run cold... but then I found it again. You can't escape this. I won't let you.

Don't you want to play games with me? Don't reply. It's funner that way. But know I'm coming.

Captain... where's my bone?

[The sound of armor being clinking, then colliding with something- hard]

CORINTHIAN! You son of a bitch!

Stay out of my dreams!

[something being pushed aside, voice snarling and raging]

Stay the hell away from my brother!

No more...

No more left to kill, is there? I can't smell them. I can't see them. I can't sense them. The smell of their blood is so strong. On my fingers... on my lips...

But here is where they were. On my blade, screaming and fighting and dying.

Ah... it's been too long, City. Too long since you gave me anything to fight, fight, fight. Too long since you gave me anything like an Awakened Being... and two of them, at that. The winner was mine to have, you shouldn't have let it just disappear like that. It's no fun.

It's not fun that way, City.

You want me to have fun, don't you?

... One less fun person.

How boring.

Do deities jump when you call them?

It would be best if they did, because I'm calling nicely.

If you won't die and be sick quietly then I'll do you the favor and kill you quicker.

How does that sound?

Oh, I'm so worried, what's wrong, is everyone okay?

Keep your fucking goodwill to yourself. It only makes you look weaker.

No one kills Awakened Beings better than I do. The Organization wouldn't sic me on them all the time if I wasn't.

They wouldn't ignore how many humans I play with otherwise. As long as the humans don't know, they're just casualties from a beast that I take care of for them.

I kill those monsters.

I take care of those pitiful humans that can't even fight themselves.

And I'm the beast at killing those pitiful excuses for Claymore who can't even look human or be smart anymore.

Everyone really is different, like Lilith says. But it still comes down to strong and weak.

Hmm. That doesn't ever change.

I wonder if I should be an Auntie, since I take such good care of Clare's human pet when she's away But for me to be Auntie, it would have to be Clare's son, and here I thought all along that it was just Clare's... human boy toy, or something.

So I guess that just makes me...

Ophelia, still.

I don't mind.

Raki, we should... train more.

[ooc; Raki, bb, you deserve a mention, what with this month's chapter~, even if you are on hiatus]

Work, I did what you asked. Part of it, anyway. Am I reporting in now? Am I allowed to report in, now? Hmm?

Now, if only all the curse days were like that last one. All that blood had a wonderful smell. Of course, it makes tracking sort of hard, but only if you have similar smelling bood. Not everyone's smells the same.

After all, you're all different.

Supposedly.