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OK. Sorry it's been so long. Expect the new update sometime soon.
The 4th Horseman Rides Again (Darksiders X Claymore Quest)
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Helping The Claymore
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[X] Assist the Claymore in battle. At least it would get him in her good graces.
- [X] Have Despair jump into the air and you jump from it's back towards the flying Yoma, aiming for their wings to bring them down where you can more easily deal with them. Leave the two earthbound ones to the Claymore. Use your gun only if you have no other way to bring them down.
Death hummed to himself. He supposed this would make for as good an introduction as any.
"Hiyah!" he shouted while kicking Despair in the side. His spectral steed whinnied as it went from standing still into a full blown gallop within moments. It thundered down the riverside, its hooves leaving a trail of green fire in their wake. As his horse thundered forward, Death lifted himself in the saddle to prepare for his jump. His eyes were focused on the flying Yoma above. The two had stopped their circling and started checking their surroundings. It seems his actions hadn't gone unnoticed.
Not that it mattered.
With a grunt, Death jumped from his saddle and into the air. Despair disappeared in a burst of flames as the Horseman soared into the air. He didn't get very far, barely managing to clear the tree line. But it was enough to get him in range of one of the flying Yoma. His target was too stunned to react to Death's sudden appearance. Which made it a prime target for a Death Grip.
With a shout he sent his ethereal blue right hand out toward the closest Yoma. It squealed as the ghostly hands latched around its body. Its wings no longer working, it started to plummet toward the earth. Death shot forward as he allowed the Grip to pull him closer to his target. The other Yoma got over its shock and dove for the Horseman. He saw his mouth contort into an evil grin as it raised its claws up. It likely thought that Death couldn't fight back while he was holding its comrade.
Then its grin opened into a shocked gasp as Death pulled one of his scythes out with his left hand made. It managed to stop just out of range of Death's swing, while his original target started pulling him downward. At the last second, Death released his grip on his scythe, turning his swing into an impromptu throw at the enemy. The Yoma squawked as the blade hurtled toward it. It dove to avoid the attack but its reaction was far too slow. The scythe cleaved through both of its wings, making it cry in pain as it started to fall along with Death.
Satisfied that both airborne foes were dealt with, Death turned his attention to the one in his Death Grip. It struggled to get free but his grip held firm. Figuring he shouldn't let this one off without some pain, he let the Death Grip pull him the rest of the way down. He aimed his foot at the Yoma and released his Death Grip at the last possible second. It didn't even get a chance to scream as he crashed into its chest just as it hit the ground. Its arms flew up as the force of the landing, coupled with the Horseman's boot in its torso, made its mouth open wide in pain. He heard a second thud to his right to indicate his other target had finished its fall.
He held up his left hand and his scythe returned to him in an instant. With one quick slash he decapitated the Yoma who's chest he had just caved in. As its head went flying, he turned his attention to the sounds of combat going on ahead of him.
The Claymore he had been tailing was engaging with the two earth bound Yoma. The battle between the three was mostly in the Claymore's favor. Mostly.
It may have just been his experience talking, but Death felt like the warrior left far too many holes in her defenses. Too many times he saw her forced to abandon killing one of the Yoma, as its friend appeared to strike her. In her current exchange, the two Yoma had managed to pincer her between them. One shot a bone-like projectile from its mouth, while the other jumped into the air. The Claymore deflected the projectile, but was only just fast enough to block the strike from the airborne Yoma. The force knocked her toward its brethren, who had readied its claws for a stab. The water beneath her feet splashed as she backpedaled, flipping over the other one before it could stab her through the back. She struck out with her blade but only managed to cut the creature's arm off.
It dashed away to join its comrade, the stump where its arm was already starting to close up. Death got to his feet while watching the Claymore square off with the two Yoma. The other airborne one, now without its wings, screeches at him from his right side. It rushed at him, but he didn't give it even the slightest bit of attention. He simply pulled out one of his scythes as it got within range. Two flashes of steel later, and its torso came off in three separate pieces.
He caught the Claymore glancing at him out the corner of her eye. For a moment, his blank gaze meets her silver eyes. It was only for a moment though. There still remains enemies to be slain. Turning back to the Yoma, the Claymore closed her eyes for a second. The two Yoma screeched as they began their attack. The one with a single arm ran in front, while the other ran straight behind him. The two matched each other in such a way that it was almost like their twins. Both managing to move their bodies in unison, without a single movement out of place.
They got within striking distance when the Claymore's eyes opened. Gone were the silver irises Death saw before. In their place were two monstrous yellow orbs that gave the two Yoma pause. But their momentum carried them onward and into the Claymore's range. Her muscles expanded obscenely as she swung her blade in a diagonal arc. The water around her burst upward as her blade cleaved through both of the Yoma in a single swing. Death hummed, impressed at her singular attack.
As the last two Yoma fall into pieces, the warrior turned her blade onto the Horseman. Her eyes were still yellow, with the muscles in her arms bulging as the veins expand and contract. There's a slight growl in her voice as she speaks, "You killed those Yoma. Helped me."
"Indeed I did," Death said nonchalantly. He shrugged as he stepped out of the small crater he made with his landing, "And you are most welcome for it. I doubt you would've been able to handle those two and the fliers."
"I would've been fine."
"If you say so."
Silence.
"What are you?" the Claymore didn't let her sword fall, but Death did see her guard drop slightly. Not an ideal thing for a warrior to do, but it should make any negotiations easier. She spaced her legs apart as she spoke, "You're not human, but you're not a Yoma either."
Death thought about what he should say to the warrior. He briefly considered a few possible answers, before settling on...
[] "I am a Horseman," it is what he is. And the title he had given himself.
[] "Death," it was true. Though she may take it the wrong way.
[] "It matters not," it really didn't.
[] Write in...
From there he supposed he should be the one to start negotiations. He had gained some rapport with the warrior after helping her with the Yoma. Though he could tell it wasn't much. At least he could ask her a few questions before she decided to end their conversation.
Choose at least 3 Options:
[] Where is she going? Does she have a destination in mind?
[] Where is her handler? He doubts the Organization just lets her run free like this.
[] Her technique needs work. If she would, he'd be wiling to give her some pointers.
[] What can she tell him about Claymores? Anything at all would be good to know.
[] Does she know of a Claymore named Claire? If so, where is she?
[] Write in...
And after the negotiations were done, the next question was what would Death do next?
[] Travel with the Claymore...in the open this time. Perhaps she'd be willing to let him accompany her?
[] Travel with the Claymore...at a distance. Disappear into the woods and watch her from afar. Though she'll likely know he's there now.
[] Say his goodbyes. He had seen what he wanted. It was time to move on.
[] Challenge her to a spar. He wanted to test her skills.
[] Write in...
- [X] Have Despair jump into the air and you jump from it's back towards the flying Yoma, aiming for their wings to bring them down where you can more easily deal with them. Leave the two earthbound ones to the Claymore. Use your gun only if you have no other way to bring them down.
Death hummed to himself. He supposed this would make for as good an introduction as any.
"Hiyah!" he shouted while kicking Despair in the side. His spectral steed whinnied as it went from standing still into a full blown gallop within moments. It thundered down the riverside, its hooves leaving a trail of green fire in their wake. As his horse thundered forward, Death lifted himself in the saddle to prepare for his jump. His eyes were focused on the flying Yoma above. The two had stopped their circling and started checking their surroundings. It seems his actions hadn't gone unnoticed.
Not that it mattered.
With a grunt, Death jumped from his saddle and into the air. Despair disappeared in a burst of flames as the Horseman soared into the air. He didn't get very far, barely managing to clear the tree line. But it was enough to get him in range of one of the flying Yoma. His target was too stunned to react to Death's sudden appearance. Which made it a prime target for a Death Grip.
With a shout he sent his ethereal blue right hand out toward the closest Yoma. It squealed as the ghostly hands latched around its body. Its wings no longer working, it started to plummet toward the earth. Death shot forward as he allowed the Grip to pull him closer to his target. The other Yoma got over its shock and dove for the Horseman. He saw his mouth contort into an evil grin as it raised its claws up. It likely thought that Death couldn't fight back while he was holding its comrade.
Then its grin opened into a shocked gasp as Death pulled one of his scythes out with his left hand made. It managed to stop just out of range of Death's swing, while his original target started pulling him downward. At the last second, Death released his grip on his scythe, turning his swing into an impromptu throw at the enemy. The Yoma squawked as the blade hurtled toward it. It dove to avoid the attack but its reaction was far too slow. The scythe cleaved through both of its wings, making it cry in pain as it started to fall along with Death.
Satisfied that both airborne foes were dealt with, Death turned his attention to the one in his Death Grip. It struggled to get free but his grip held firm. Figuring he shouldn't let this one off without some pain, he let the Death Grip pull him the rest of the way down. He aimed his foot at the Yoma and released his Death Grip at the last possible second. It didn't even get a chance to scream as he crashed into its chest just as it hit the ground. Its arms flew up as the force of the landing, coupled with the Horseman's boot in its torso, made its mouth open wide in pain. He heard a second thud to his right to indicate his other target had finished its fall.
He held up his left hand and his scythe returned to him in an instant. With one quick slash he decapitated the Yoma who's chest he had just caved in. As its head went flying, he turned his attention to the sounds of combat going on ahead of him.
The Claymore he had been tailing was engaging with the two earth bound Yoma. The battle between the three was mostly in the Claymore's favor. Mostly.
It may have just been his experience talking, but Death felt like the warrior left far too many holes in her defenses. Too many times he saw her forced to abandon killing one of the Yoma, as its friend appeared to strike her. In her current exchange, the two Yoma had managed to pincer her between them. One shot a bone-like projectile from its mouth, while the other jumped into the air. The Claymore deflected the projectile, but was only just fast enough to block the strike from the airborne Yoma. The force knocked her toward its brethren, who had readied its claws for a stab. The water beneath her feet splashed as she backpedaled, flipping over the other one before it could stab her through the back. She struck out with her blade but only managed to cut the creature's arm off.
It dashed away to join its comrade, the stump where its arm was already starting to close up. Death got to his feet while watching the Claymore square off with the two Yoma. The other airborne one, now without its wings, screeches at him from his right side. It rushed at him, but he didn't give it even the slightest bit of attention. He simply pulled out one of his scythes as it got within range. Two flashes of steel later, and its torso came off in three separate pieces.
He caught the Claymore glancing at him out the corner of her eye. For a moment, his blank gaze meets her silver eyes. It was only for a moment though. There still remains enemies to be slain. Turning back to the Yoma, the Claymore closed her eyes for a second. The two Yoma screeched as they began their attack. The one with a single arm ran in front, while the other ran straight behind him. The two matched each other in such a way that it was almost like their twins. Both managing to move their bodies in unison, without a single movement out of place.
They got within striking distance when the Claymore's eyes opened. Gone were the silver irises Death saw before. In their place were two monstrous yellow orbs that gave the two Yoma pause. But their momentum carried them onward and into the Claymore's range. Her muscles expanded obscenely as she swung her blade in a diagonal arc. The water around her burst upward as her blade cleaved through both of the Yoma in a single swing. Death hummed, impressed at her singular attack.
As the last two Yoma fall into pieces, the warrior turned her blade onto the Horseman. Her eyes were still yellow, with the muscles in her arms bulging as the veins expand and contract. There's a slight growl in her voice as she speaks, "You killed those Yoma. Helped me."
"Indeed I did," Death said nonchalantly. He shrugged as he stepped out of the small crater he made with his landing, "And you are most welcome for it. I doubt you would've been able to handle those two and the fliers."
"I would've been fine."
"If you say so."
Silence.
"What are you?" the Claymore didn't let her sword fall, but Death did see her guard drop slightly. Not an ideal thing for a warrior to do, but it should make any negotiations easier. She spaced her legs apart as she spoke, "You're not human, but you're not a Yoma either."
Death thought about what he should say to the warrior. He briefly considered a few possible answers, before settling on...
[] "I am a Horseman," it is what he is. And the title he had given himself.
[] "Death," it was true. Though she may take it the wrong way.
[] "It matters not," it really didn't.
[] Write in...
From there he supposed he should be the one to start negotiations. He had gained some rapport with the warrior after helping her with the Yoma. Though he could tell it wasn't much. At least he could ask her a few questions before she decided to end their conversation.
Choose at least 3 Options:
[] Where is she going? Does she have a destination in mind?
[] Where is her handler? He doubts the Organization just lets her run free like this.
[] Her technique needs work. If she would, he'd be wiling to give her some pointers.
[] What can she tell him about Claymores? Anything at all would be good to know.
[] Does she know of a Claymore named Claire? If so, where is she?
[] Write in...
And after the negotiations were done, the next question was what would Death do next?
[] Travel with the Claymore...in the open this time. Perhaps she'd be willing to let him accompany her?
[] Travel with the Claymore...at a distance. Disappear into the woods and watch her from afar. Though she'll likely know he's there now.
[] Say his goodbyes. He had seen what he wanted. It was time to move on.
[] Challenge her to a spar. He wanted to test her skills.
[] Write in...
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strictly speaking, Death is a nephilim which would be the straight up answer.
I don't know how that would be recieved though, but horseman or death is likely to get suspicion or hostility respectively at the assumed implications.
[X] "One of the last four Nephilim, I am the horseman named Death." She asked what he is, so the unvarnished truth and an introduction is in order.
[X] Where is she going? Does she have a destination in mind?
[X] Her technique needs work. If she would, he'd be wiling to give her some pointers.
[X] What can she tell him about Claymores? Anything at all would be good to know.
[X] Challenge her to a spar. He wanted to test her skills.
I don't know how that would be recieved though, but horseman or death is likely to get suspicion or hostility respectively at the assumed implications.
[X] "One of the last four Nephilim, I am the horseman named Death." She asked what he is, so the unvarnished truth and an introduction is in order.
[X] Where is she going? Does she have a destination in mind?
[X] Her technique needs work. If she would, he'd be wiling to give her some pointers.
[X] What can she tell him about Claymores? Anything at all would be good to know.
[X] Challenge her to a spar. He wanted to test her skills.
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[X] "I am a Horseman," it is what he is. And the title he had given himself.
[X] Her technique needs work. If she would, he'd be wiling to give her some pointers.
It will also help in gathering information.
[X] Travel with the Claymore...in the open this time. Perhaps she'd be willing to let him accompany her?
I can smell the plot here.
[X] Her technique needs work. If she would, he'd be wiling to give her some pointers.
It will also help in gathering information.
[X] Travel with the Claymore...in the open this time. Perhaps she'd be willing to let him accompany her?
I can smell the plot here.
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Not exactly a plot. Only something you can do. Technically speaking, this Claymore was one that straight up died in Canon during that Suicide Mission. So, anything that happens will be AU/Canon Divergent Stuff.
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Death's version of Batman's Back Fist.
She decided to use her Yoma powers.
[X] "I am a Horseman," it is what he is. And the title he had given himself.
[X] Where is she going? Does she have a destination in mind?
[X] Her technique needs work. If she would, he'd be wiling to give her some pointers.
[X] What can she tell him about Claymores? Anything at all would be good to know.
[X] Challenge her to a spar. He wanted to test her skills.
Horseman is our moniker here, those should be rather easy and straightforward questions (would like to ask about Claire as well, but probably not something we should bring up right from the get go, that there is a specific Claymore we're looking for) and spar is something we hoped to get out of this. Whether or not we travel with her further should be decided afterwards.
LinkOnScepter
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Let's see