ArchAIngel
Sorcerer Supreme.
- Location
- Right behind you.
Eh, we're already working with a heathen, or at least a atheist in the form of Eileen. Not going to be too much of a problem.
Leading lost sheep back to the flock is part of a priests job.
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
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She's literally a witch, though
Eileens sin is borne of ignorance. Making a contract with the eldritch fluffball is very clearly consorting with the forces of hell.
He might let it pass since she's a child, but that's about it
"Come back here ya little protestant bastard! I need me a new hat!"
"I've never seen Kyubey run from someone like that before."
"Yeah they started showin up at the orphanage for a while when Yumiko was about fourteen. Killed about thirty of the damned things before they got the hint. Fine fur though, best set a gloves I've ever had."
YWE
Everything seems to be in order for the moment; time for Journey to Old Yharnam 2: The One with 100% Fewer Sanity-Flensing Abominations, Hopefully.
"I'm about ta put up another ward; be sure ye've all got yer crosses if ye wanna leave. I'll be back with Djura in a bit. Stay safe."
Agatha waves goodbye, as do the ladies before quickly returning to their efforts. You go back out the side door and prepare your Bibles.
The feathery squatters on the corpse appear to have had their fill and are presently comatose in a cluster of graves. You attach a quick ward to the hulking mass as per Iosefka's request before turning back to the towering clinic-to-be.
"The false idol that once befouled this holy place has been slain. May those who attempt ta follow in its blasphemous footsteps meet the same fate. The flock of the faithful, those who carry the eternal reminder of your Son's sacrifice, shall come and go as they please, but the profane will find only ruin on this path. AMEN!"
Once more, the chapel thrums with holy power. You take a few minutes to rest and manage your resurgent fatigue, which is significantly easier now that you're not trying to play street-rules pattycake with Mr. Happy Slaps here. You'd kick the corpse one last time if you hadn't already put the ward there, because you are nothing if not petty and prone to violent outbursts.
You don't see any of the tall men during your break and it looks like the one that got your sword applied directly to the forehead either walked away or got dragged off. Wherever they've gone, it's nowhere nearby and you go down the first two sets of steps without being accosted. Both sets' railings, you notice, are lined with well-carved depictions of griffons. Or sphinxes. Some kind of cat/bird thing.
Seriously, who thought of those? "Yeah, cats are vicious little blighters that destroy everything they can get their grubby little mitts on. It would be awesome if they could fly, too."
Another sizable chapel sits a fair distance from the bottom of the staircase, in front of which a handful of Yharnamites and dogs are milling about near a small bonfire. You consider sniping them before deciding against it.
You were just in a life-or-death struggle and you're on a mission from God. You should take what opportunities you can to unwind.
The nearest one, an axeman with a torch, doesn't have time to turn around before you barrel into him at a dead sprint and wrap your arms around his neck. The sound of several vertebrae disintegrating doesn't quite drown out your bellow of "RKO outta nowhere!"
The swordsman nearby manages to round on you, only to get his face broken by a well-placed Brogue Kick. He falls screaming while the three dogs that decided to get a piece of the action run into some well-placed strikes. The pitchfork wielder has the misfortune of being the last man standing. You rip his weapon away, force his head down with a nasty elbow, and hoist him up into piledriver position.
The Celtic Cross may not be the most efficient finisher ever, but when it's on cobblestones, it's enough.
You consider pinning the last surviving member for a three-count, but your hopes are dashed when a gunman lopes into view from a stairway to the side of the chapel. Instead, you just stick a bayonet through his shattered face and tell yourself the referee wasn't looking before charging the gunman. He actually manages to reload before you clothesline him so hard he does a full flip in the air before the back of his head becomes intimately acquainted with the stone.
Such a shame Eileen wasn't here. You've got some lovely ideas for tag team finishers.
With the Undisputed Yharnam Championship now under your belt, you climb the stairway to find a side door to the chapel. To your surprise, it's unlocked, and you step inside.
The circular patterns on the floor and general interior architecture are highly reminiscent of Oedon Chapel. Agatha mentioned that the entrance to Old Yharnam should be somewhere around here, so it seems it's time for some good ol'-fashioned detective work.
At least it would be, if a blonde man with a strong jaw and a hammer the size of his torso wasn't eyeing you from the room's other entrance.
"I heard the commotion outside and figured some beast was trying to get into the chapel. Can't say I expected this. Who might you be?"
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"I'm about ta put up another ward; be sure ye've all got yer crosses if ye wanna leave. I'll be back with Djura in a bit. Stay safe."
Agatha waves goodbye, as do the ladies before quickly returning to their efforts. You go back out the side door and prepare your Bibles.
The feathery squatters on the corpse appear to have had their fill and are presently comatose in a cluster of graves. You attach a quick ward to the hulking mass as per Iosefka's request before turning back to the towering clinic-to-be.
"The false idol that once befouled this holy place has been slain. May those who attempt ta follow in its blasphemous footsteps meet the same fate. The flock of the faithful, those who carry the eternal reminder of your Son's sacrifice, shall come and go as they please, but the profane will find only ruin on this path. AMEN!"
Once more, the chapel thrums with holy power. You take a few minutes to rest and manage your resurgent fatigue, which is significantly easier now that you're not trying to play street-rules pattycake with Mr. Happy Slaps here. You'd kick the corpse one last time if you hadn't already put the ward there, because you are nothing if not petty and prone to violent outbursts.
You don't see any of the tall men during your break and it looks like the one that got your sword applied directly to the forehead either walked away or got dragged off. Wherever they've gone, it's nowhere nearby and you go down the first two sets of steps without being accosted. Both sets' railings, you notice, are lined with well-carved depictions of griffons. Or sphinxes. Some kind of cat/bird thing.
Seriously, who thought of those? "Yeah, cats are vicious little blighters that destroy everything they can get their grubby little mitts on. It would be awesome if they could fly, too."
Another sizable chapel sits a fair distance from the bottom of the staircase, in front of which a handful of Yharnamites and dogs are milling about near a small bonfire. You consider sniping them before deciding against it.
You were just in a life-or-death struggle and you're on a mission from God. You should take what opportunities you can to unwind.
The nearest one, an axeman with a torch, doesn't have time to turn around before you barrel into him at a dead sprint and wrap your arms around his neck. The sound of several vertebrae disintegrating doesn't quite drown out your bellow of "RKO outta nowhere!"
The swordsman nearby manages to round on you, only to get his face broken by a well-placed Brogue Kick. He falls screaming while the three dogs that decided to get a piece of the action run into some well-placed strikes. The pitchfork wielder has the misfortune of being the last man standing. You rip his weapon away, force his head down with a nasty elbow, and hoist him up into piledriver position.
The Celtic Cross may not be the most efficient finisher ever, but when it's on cobblestones, it's enough.
You consider pinning the last surviving member for a three-count, but your hopes are dashed when a gunman lopes into view from a stairway to the side of the chapel. Instead, you just stick a bayonet through his shattered face and tell yourself the referee wasn't looking before charging the gunman. He actually manages to reload before you clothesline him so hard he does a full flip in the air before the back of his head becomes intimately acquainted with the stone.
Such a shame Eileen wasn't here. You've got some lovely ideas for tag team finishers.
With the Undisputed Yharnam Championship now under your belt, you climb the stairway to find a side door to the chapel. To your surprise, it's unlocked, and you step inside.
The circular patterns on the floor and general interior architecture are highly reminiscent of Oedon Chapel. Agatha mentioned that the entrance to Old Yharnam should be somewhere around here, so it seems it's time for some good ol'-fashioned detective work.
At least it would be, if a blonde man with a strong jaw and a hammer the size of his torso wasn't eyeing you from the room's other entrance.
"I heard the commotion outside and figured some beast was trying to get into the chapel. Can't say I expected this. Who might you be?"
[] Write in...
Thanatos757
Captain of the Four Knights
OUTA NOWHERE!
[X] JOOOOOOOHHHHNNNNNN CEEEENNNAAAAAA
-[X]CRAAAAAAACKA OOOOOIE!
--[X] DUN DUNNA DAAAAAH! DUN DUNNA DAAAAAAAAAH!
(Now with help from TehChron)
[X] JOOOOOOOHHHHNNNNNN CEEEENNNAAAAAA
-[X]CRAAAAAAACKA OOOOOIE!
--[X] DUN DUNNA DAAAAAH! DUN DUNNA DAAAAAAAAAH!
(Now with help from TehChron)
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I don't see anything after [X].
-[]CRAAAAAAACKA OOOOOIE!
--[] DUN DUNNA DAAAAAH! DUN DUNNA DAAAAAAAAAH!
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Thanatos757
Captain of the Four Knights
I mean, Alfred is a little shit, but Anderson doesn't know that. Yet. Might want to be a little more diplomatic.
Xomniac
Clockwork Purveyor of Prose and Originality
This response will earn us a Wheel of Logarius to the face, I'm almost positive.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
That is Anderson being diplomatic.
I can not
For the life of me
Imagine Anderson being diplomatic, especially in a situation like this
He's probably seeing Alfred and thinking that it's time for the Top Card Match of the evening.
Thanatos757
Captain of the Four Knights
No, it's not. He was much more polite with Iosefka, Eileen, hell even the first villager we talked to, and that hairy bastard looked sketchy as fuck. This is just player bleedthrough.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[Q] Bayonet its face
I think you have it backwards
The being diplomatic thing was player bleedthrough.
Finding the sketchy guy staring you down with a hammer of that size who is clearly overcompensatin' for somethin' that his momma and his poppa failed to give 'im outta the cradle to be a lookin' like a jobber who's out tryin' to pick a fight his ass can't cash is frankly the only rational response
No
The only. POSSIBLE. EX-PLA-NATION! For why this guy is appearing right here, right now. In the presence of the LORD's Champ!
Now then.
There's only one remaining question.
Thanatos757
Captain of the Four Knights
WHO IS THE REAL CHAMP? FIND OUT THIS SUNDAY NIGHT!
BAH GAWD! YOU CAN ALMOST FEEL THE TENSION IN THE AIR BETWEEN THESE TWO MEN! BETWEEN THE CHAMP!
AND THE CHALLENGER!
IT'S HISTORY IN THE MAKING, FOLKS!
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
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The crows of this city are certainly rolling balls of fat by now.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Ballin' Crows
I see you've already named Tricia's next update for him
Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
Can someone explain to be why there appears to be such player hostility to our friendly executioner?
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Meat grinding
Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
On what is essentially an immortal vampire with the intention of making it so that even if she can't die she won't be doing much of anything ever again.