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Poe kind of reminds me of the Doctor. A madman/idiot that wanders from place to place helping whoever he can. Surprising and getting one up over people by coming up with the craziest things. Now he is in Claymore, I can't wait to see how the organization reacts to his personality.
 
Poe: what book I burned it
Random God: you burned my rule book
Poe:yep
Random god: you burned the book with the laws of the universe
Poe:well this universe
Random god: stares at him incredulously
Poe: what
Random god:*facepalms and sighs* I need a drink or a dozen
 
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So Claymore now? Never really got into that manga. When I read it in a Shonen Jump magazine at the grocery store it just seemed like a tamer version of Berserk so I never got into it.

I've also made some progress on the TVtropes page.
 
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Chapter 242
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    • A plan begins to form...

    -x-

    Bandits, no matter the world, tended to be morally ambiguous. In this case, they were absolutely terrible people. So, I felt no guilt whatsoever as I walked through their camp and beat them senseless. Swords broke against the reinforced vest beneath my hoodie, clubs were pulled from their wielders' hands and used to knock them back, and spears were gripped and snapped before they could resemble a threat.

    Though I walked sedately, the world around me moved so slowly that I may as well have been running straight through these men… in other words, even without the vast majority of my abilities, even when I hadn't pulled out my Zanpakuto, I was so much stronger and faster than these men that I had no problem beating them down.

    Remarkably, some could take a hit. As one bandit screamed and charged me wielding a pair of hatchets, I just punched him in the chest hard. I felt something break on impact, but he clearly survived.

    By the end of the wholly unremarkable fight, I found that there were few prisoners in the camp. Those few, women and children, were silent. Some stared at nothing in particular as they waited for another round of…

    …it made me sick.

    One bandit, in the process of pulling up his pants as he left such a tent, decided to make the foolish decision to pull out a bow and fire an arrow at me. I just turned and watched him, feeling the arrow miss my head by inches as I marched towards him.

    When I started beating on these men, I did so without caring whether or not they'd die in the process. In my eyes – or, eye, I guess – they'd pretty much forfeited their lives the moment they proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were fucking assholes. Was it dark of me to think that? Yeah, it was. I won't defend a decision made in the spur of the moment.

    I will say that it's very difficult to play devil's advocate with people who clearly went from town to town killing, stealing, abusing, and otherwise destroying whatever was in their way. So when I punched the man with the bow and arrow hard enough to pulp his head, I wasn't feeling particularly guilty.

    Disgusted, sure, but guilty? Nah.

    For a while, I panted as I tried to force myself into a state of serenity. I'd just killed almost two dozen men. A few years ago, the idea of doing this would've sickened me. Now, after everything I'd gone through, I felt two parts numb and one part okay. The deed was done, and there was nothing more to be said about it.

    Looking around, I took count of the bodies and the blood. The captives – really just sex slaves – hadn't even moved. They just watched it all with empty gazes and it made me angry all over again. Except now, I didn't have a bandit to smack around. What a crying shame that was…

    I sat down on a tree stump near a fire towards the center of the camp. Reaching up, I pulled off the mask and took a deep breath. The air smelled of gore and ash and sodomy. It was disgusting… but it was still better than the town. Slowly, I put the mask back on. As soon as I was in the wilderness, I'd take it off again.

    For now, I told myself again, the mask stayed.

    Was this what Scar felt like when I had him wear his mask? If so, damn. Hiding one's identity like this felt really shitty.

    -x-

    I needed to head back to the town to tell them what I saw back in the camp. Maybe they'd be willing to help, but if they weren't then I'd just have to repurpose it. Burning the bodies, or burying them, would take precedent before I could turn the encampment into a more modern fortification…

    Anyway, I was several yards outside the gate to the town when I went still.

    Immediately following my arrival, I encountered bandits. I killed those bandits. I was near a town called Rokut. These are the things I knew, but what bothered me at that moment was I had no idea where Rokut was. More than that, what series did I know of that opened with a town of that name and bandits attacking it?

    When I tried to think of an answer, I came up empty. I had no idea where I was and no idea when I was. I needed a more substantial hint. Even as I pondered this, I heard the sound of someone slowly approaching me from behind.

    The person, whoever it was, was not subtle about it. Based on that, this guy was probably a surviving bandit coming to test his luck. If he wanted to have a go at me and try his best with a surprise attack, then why not let him? Fuck it; let him think I was an easy mark. I knew there was nothing he could do to hurt me.

    If he tried shit, I'd rip him a new asshole – something flew over my head. I ducked and watched it pass me by before it retracted, like some kind of whip. Standing again, my head slowly turned and I saw a young man standing there with a confused expression. The whip-like tendril withdrew back into his arm as he watched me.

    He… I felt my face twitch slightly. This kid looked just like that other man from the town. There were discrepancies between the two, sure. The person in front of me was covered in more dirt and had a different nose, but they were about the same height. They wore roughly the same clothes.

    When I felt my ears twitch as I tried listening to this guy's heartbeat, I felt myself turn fully to face him. He had the same kind of heartbeat. It was stuck in a perpetually calm rhythm. More than that, I could sense the vibrations of his veins and arteries as they squirmed and twisted. It made me shudder.

    See, the tentacle thing isn't what disturbed me. It was the other things – what was under his skin; and the fact that he looked and acted so similar to that other person… "You related to that guy from the town?" I asked. The young man's eyes narrowed as he shifted slightly on his feet.

    "Wait, did I say that out loud?" I pondered before catching myself, "Well, I'm not sorry–" He charged me again, and though he was certainly faster than the bandits it was a meaningless boost of speed to me. I stepped forward, letting my armored elbow impact his face and send him rolling across the ground to get behind me.

    Instead of growing something else from his body, he pulled a knife from behind his lower back and tried to stab it behind my knee. That, I decided, was probably not conducive to my health. So, lifting my leg, I kicked high and knocked the knife away.

    Just as my heel came down to strike his shoulder, his hands grasped my foot and began to sharpen. "Nope." My strength increased as I batted him away from me. It felt like I was a mule. My foot slowly went down to touch the sand as the thing in the shape of a person began to get up again.

    "Ah… I think I get it… your hair's the wrong color because you're suppressing that power… I've heard of that…" he twitched as he spoke aloud, "If they really did use men in the past, then…!" his eyes were starting to glow a light shade of yellow. It reminded me of piss, or vinegar. "In that case, I'll take you seriously!"

    His veins seemed to bulge as his muscles churned and bent. The young man leapt at me, his human face and body warping as he moved – I saw him easily. My gauntleted hands came up and clapped to either side of his head, holding it in place as his face split open into nothing but teeth.

    "…Okay, ew," I noted, "That's gross." Without pause, I slammed the thing on the ground and pinned him there. "And I'm not sure what you mean by that, because–" a thin blade suddenly emerged from his body, made of bone and sinew. I backed away, letting it pass me harmlessly before I tucked it under one arm and twisted. It snapped easily, incapable of withstanding my chimeric strength as I finally started exerting myself.

    Now I was fighting something dangerous. Now, I wasn't going to bother withholding any physical ability I had at the moment… not when it could surprise me at any second. The thing screamed in agony and swears escaped its… lips…? It didn't have lips, so I guess it was swearing through its gums now…? Actually, how was it forming words?

    I looked carefully at its skin, now stretched painfully over a body that seemed too big for it. Sensations roughly translated through Centrecroix, telling me it felt like latex and rubber more than it did like real skin. Occasionally though, an internal organ would move and worm its way around.

    "You're one ugly motherfucker, aren't you?" I asked it, raising an eyebrow.

    …Huh, I've been raising my eyebrow a lot lately and oh shit he's growing another arm. I backed off, letting the extra limb flail itself around in a desperate attempt to grab me. It stood again, getting ready to make another charge. "You Warrior…! Even if I fail to kill you, you'll never escape all of us! Never!"

    All of them? There were more of these fuckers? I didn't bother saying anything as I put myself into a fighting stance. I wasn't sure pulling my swords out to fight this thing while I hadn't adjusted my frequency was a good idea. So, like most of the problems I'd faced today, I decided to cast fist until the problem stopped moving.

    When it charged, I threw up a hand and felt it tear through rotten flesh like it wasn't present. Stunned and in agony, the monster screeched and roared. Purple fluid escaped the wound as its third arm shifted around from its back to replace the lost limb.

    Already, it was swinging with the opposite limb… but it had no skill, no finesse, and I was just way stronger than it. "This is kind of unfair," I muttered to myself. My hand went up and grasped it by the elbow. With a squeeze, that limb was also severed. "I feel like that one guy who shows up and gets mugged, then he kicks ass and… oh, I'm monologuing, sorry." His fist flew at me, and it was like watching slow motion. My other gauntlet just came up and tore off his arm.

    "Damn it!" the thing cried out as it panicked, falling away from me as it scrambled across the ground. We were still outside the town, far enough away that there was no chance of it calling for help. "What kind of Warrior are you?!"

    "Warrior?" I asked aloud, "I'm an interdimensional flaming skeleton man."

    "…W-What?!"

    "Yeah, I don't get it either," I sighed. "Look, it's nothing against you, but shapeshifting undead monsters usually mean bad things for people, so… bye." My fist flew forward with enough speed and strength to pulverize the creature's head into a fine paste.

    Two. Two bare-handed decapitations! Ah-ah-ah…

    It lied there, unmoving, rotten blood still churning out from its broken form. I looked at my gauntlets and made a face. "…Nope." As soon as I got the chance, I'd clean off the monster's blood and guts from my hands. I could tell without taking off my mask that it smelled infinitely worse than the human blood.

    "Still don't know where you are?" Fawk-man asked as the world tinted grey.

    "I dunno, still wearing that conductor's cap – oh, hey, you are! Well that question just answered itself." I gave him a grin before scowling and looking back towards the town. I could hear the sound of a sword swinging through the air.

    "You don't need to be rude about it…"

    I sighed, "Yeah, you're right, but I'm not in the mood to be polite. I've got no idea what the fuck I'm doing… so, guess I'm just following the sounds of fighting." Maybe my luck would change.

    -x-

    It did. Oh god of gods it did.

    There, standing in the middle of the town while dressed in silver armor, a woman with equally silver eyes swung down with a single blade and cut through a violet beast… a monster just like the one I killed outside.

    It might not have fit the theme that these worlds seemed to fit, but it was a hell of a break. I waited for something strange to happen as the blonde woman continued to fight, even as a crowd of people watched in awe and fear. Would she use some magic power, pull out a gun or something? What would she do to shatter my expectations?

    For once, nothing like that happened. Unless you counted the shape of her sword… holy shit, for once I was in the clear…! It made me feel giddy.

    A beast descended on her from above, aiming to rip her to shreds before she decapitated it in a single swing. My god, she was wearing a cape… I felt giddy watching her as the thing dropped dead, purple dripping from its corpse as she sheathed her sword and approached a man with a bag jostling with coin.

    For once, there could be no confusion. I knew exactly where I was. And I knew exactly who I was looking at… further, I had a good idea of when I was because this woman wouldn't have been alive otherwise.

    Having not yet seen or heard me, Theresa of Faint Smile took the bag of gold and sauntered off on her merry way.

    Even as she did, I grinned. After a day of fucking up, I had a plan. I was going to kill all the dragons and blow up the Organization in the process.

    …Cool.

    -x-

    One Foot on the Platform
    OR: One Foot on the Train

    End-242
     
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    • I know exactly what happened to Claymore... nothing, nothing happened to it. Because the multiverse wants to mess with Poe by making him think something happened. :evil:
     
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    I know exactly what happened to Claymore... nothing, nothing happened to it. Because the multiverse wants to mess with Poe by making him think something happened. :evil:
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    Eh, nothing's such a strong word. From what I've gathered from Ars, that story's so underdeveloped in the worldbuilding past the island the rest of the planet could be lakes of molten lava with giants duking it out across them and things wouldn't change much. Heck, I've even gathered the basic plot's baddies are never actually defeated!
     
    So Theresa's still alive. Makes sense given what we've seen from Fullmetal Alchemist and D. Grey Man...I used to hate any crossover fic that had her alive because I thought it invalidated the point of her character...then she turned out to be alive all along in a Bleach level Dues ex Machina and I threw my arms in the air and stopped caring.

    Maybe the reason Theresa took the money was because the Organization is legitimately benevolent and needs the money? Nah!

    Given what Mizu's hinting at this worlds most likely crossed over with another one. Out of the previous worlds visited the most likely suspect is Fullmetal Alchemist because we only got to see one country in canon and only half a world map. It would be easy to make the Organization be from some sort of Third World Country that Amestris has never heard of. Soul Eater and Avatar are unlikely given that it would impossible to hide Soul Eaters moon and sun and everyone in Avatar is Asian as well as its timeloop origins making a crossover unlikely.

    Another connected reality I'm considering is Berserk and I'm honestly hoping for it. Guts deserves some good fanfiction. I've only found one good Berserk fic and it was a Fate/stay Night crossover.
     
    Claymore's already techincally gots its own other continent thing going on, what with the super awakened ones vs dragon war going on there that the Organization is but a mere scientific splinter of, testing out new ways to make super awakened ones.

    They succeeded.

    Atill that's main canon, is plenty chance for much thing to happen here! More because of Eternally Unthinking Ranger Poe!
     
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