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Really hope we can find good people if only for Agathas' sake.
Should be happy when more people come to the chapel though.
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
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Should be happy when more people come to the chapel though.
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I'm a guy who likes camaraderie and people banding together, so this thing we've got going with gathering the good about the Chapel makes me happy.
It's probably within Hellsing-verse human limits, though; I seem to recall Yomiko dodging bullets during the Battle of London.
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And we're talking about real life human limits/the fact that I consider Anderson to have skill beyond RL human limits with them even excepting his physical abilities.
Flat enough blade with a wide enough diameter can give it a comparable level of flight to a boomerang which are all about lift and aerodynamics anyway
The handle makes it implausible, sure, but that's the only thing wrong with the picture. The shape and weight of the handle would introduce balancing and drag issues, but tossing it with vaguely sufficient force could have the weight give it a certain level of control over its flight via that very drag.
But that's anime physics anyway, so neither here nor there.
Daniel Estacado
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[X] Begin the operation.
Is that his skills in play, though? Or his powers?
If someone told me his Bayonets turned corners through divine guidance, I'd believe it. That said, I do firmly believe that even his skills are superhuman.
Then again, it's hard to find a named character in Hellsing who DOESN'T edge out of the human territory in some way.
Integra got out of her car and sliced a vampire in half who was about to stab into her side of the car with a bayonet. And this mofo, who as a vampire is fast enough to sort of react to bullets, didn't even notice that the car door had opened. That's punishing the whole human envelop a wee bit.
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The bayonets weren't flying like a boomerang though. They were flying straight.
Wasn't it just a metallic flash that ended with the blades impaled into the wall?
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Clearly not, seeing as they hit Seras, not the wall.
Oh. So you're saying that the bible pages impaled Seras as well?
And Alucards severed head was thrust into her chest directly?
*scoffs*
Please don't turn this into a shit flinging contest. I've got neither the time nor the inclination to deal with sarcasm in this discussion.
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No. I meant the bayonets. Seeing as skaian mentioned the bayonets and you responded to him.
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How big is the chapel, exactly? Ours, that is?
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Is it possible to stick people in our coat? Without, you know, nasty results/side effects?
Let's Jam
"Aye. Let's make some fuckin' history."
Eileen makes her way towards the exit, pausing by the door. "Better system, Djura: green means all of you, yellow means just Anderson."
"That works," the old man shrugs. Eileen undoes the locks and steps into the lukewarm air of Cathedral Ward. Once you've locked it behind her, the four of you ascend to the roof and look over your massive target.
"We got enough light ta see the smoke?" you ask the Kegs.
"We should," Steffon answers. "Eileen was right about the moonlight."
You and Djura take a seat on the roof's highest point while Steffon runs Iosefka through mortar loading. The elder Keg splits his time between glassing the surroundings and tweaking the bizarre contraption on his right wrist.
"What's that ye've got there?"
"Stake Driver," he answers. "One of my own designs. I was a boxer in my youth, so the idea was to merge a punching dagger with gunpowder to take out armored foes. This thing will put a hole through solid stone."
"That's awesome."
"I'm fond of it. The Kegs and I went through a few forearms before we got the powder volume down. Steffon, you remember Pike, don't you?"
"Ol' 'Stubs' Pike? How could I forget? They ever find his hands after that business with the prototype?"
"Well, we found what was left of some hands in a beast the next day, but they could have been anyone's."
"Just no luck, that man. Admirable optimism, though."
"Oh, certainly. Loved that routine he did with the mannequin bits."
Before they can fully drown in the viscous mire of way-too-many years' worth of nostalgia, you decide to snap them back to the present with their favorite subject: explosive weaponry.
"Oh, forgot ta mention; just got this beauty from Gehrman," you say, pulling out the club. "Made o' one-hundred percent genuine pagan monster from beyond time an' space."
You offer it to Djura, who hefts the thing approvingly. Iosefka and Steffon, having finished their preparations, crowd around to look as well. They take turns admiring the craftsmanship and knocking on various bits, occasionally asking you about certain details. You ensure that none of them squeeze the pistol grip when you switch it to laser mode and regale them with the details of your fight against the thing that so generously provided the raw material.
"...and the whole time, this thing's screamin' in my head about how it's a god and I'm worthless and it can't even hit me with hands the size o' three fuckin' cows stuck together! And I'm...we got smoke, Djura."
The levity in the air vanishes with a whoosh as Djura peers through his spotting scope. Steffon brings one of his own to his eye and Iosefka makes due with squinting.
"Green. Eighteen hundred yards." He looks to Steffon for confirmation, receiving a nod. "You're up, Father Anderson."
You get to your feet, rolling your shoulders. After giving Iosefka a thumbs-up, which she hesitantly returns, you pull out your Bible and swarm towards your target.
Despite his age, Djura's eyes seem as sharp as ever; you wind up within five yards of Eileen, atop a wide, flat roof.
"Remember how I said that Grand Cathedral would only have the numbers to deal with a focused beast attack if they'd abandoned everything outside of Cathedral Ward?" she says as greeting.
"Yeah?"
"They've abandoned everything outside of Cathedral Ward. They've got maybe a dozen hunters patrolling the area around Grand Cathedral. I do believe you've spooked them, Father Anderson."
"Shit. How many beasts we got?"
"Maybe enough. Not as many are fully turned as I'd prefer, but we may still have the numbers to pull this off."
"Well, not much we can do about it now."
She simply nods and the two of you overlook the winding streets from your high perch. You can see the irregular assortment of incense burners and the misshapen forms that lope through the twilight. The air is silent, but it's not the silence of tranquility; it's a void, growing larger and larger to accommodate the oncoming catastrophe.
And what a catastrophe it is.
A cannon booms through the expectant air, followed shortly thereafter by the death throes of unfortunate masonry. Smoke billows from the upper portions of the Grand Cathedral and the myriad creatures in your vicinity flow towards the disturbance.
"That's our cue, Father," says Eileen as she moves towards the roof's edge. "May the good blood guide your way."
She disappears into the streets. You look up at the wounded Cathedral and make the sign of the cross with your blessed blades.
"Realise this, peoples, and be afraid, listen, all members of far-off nations! Arm yourselves yet be afraid! Arm yourselves yet be afraid! Devise plans as you may: they will come to nothing! Make what pronouncements you like; it will not come about! For God is with us! AMEN!"
[] Seek out targets on the way to the Cathedral
[] Be opportunistic, but focus on getting there quickly
[] Focus entirely on making good time
[] Write in...
Eileen makes her way towards the exit, pausing by the door. "Better system, Djura: green means all of you, yellow means just Anderson."
"That works," the old man shrugs. Eileen undoes the locks and steps into the lukewarm air of Cathedral Ward. Once you've locked it behind her, the four of you ascend to the roof and look over your massive target.
"We got enough light ta see the smoke?" you ask the Kegs.
"We should," Steffon answers. "Eileen was right about the moonlight."
You and Djura take a seat on the roof's highest point while Steffon runs Iosefka through mortar loading. The elder Keg splits his time between glassing the surroundings and tweaking the bizarre contraption on his right wrist.
"What's that ye've got there?"
"Stake Driver," he answers. "One of my own designs. I was a boxer in my youth, so the idea was to merge a punching dagger with gunpowder to take out armored foes. This thing will put a hole through solid stone."
"That's awesome."
"I'm fond of it. The Kegs and I went through a few forearms before we got the powder volume down. Steffon, you remember Pike, don't you?"
"Ol' 'Stubs' Pike? How could I forget? They ever find his hands after that business with the prototype?"
"Well, we found what was left of some hands in a beast the next day, but they could have been anyone's."
"Just no luck, that man. Admirable optimism, though."
"Oh, certainly. Loved that routine he did with the mannequin bits."
Before they can fully drown in the viscous mire of way-too-many years' worth of nostalgia, you decide to snap them back to the present with their favorite subject: explosive weaponry.
"Oh, forgot ta mention; just got this beauty from Gehrman," you say, pulling out the club. "Made o' one-hundred percent genuine pagan monster from beyond time an' space."
You offer it to Djura, who hefts the thing approvingly. Iosefka and Steffon, having finished their preparations, crowd around to look as well. They take turns admiring the craftsmanship and knocking on various bits, occasionally asking you about certain details. You ensure that none of them squeeze the pistol grip when you switch it to laser mode and regale them with the details of your fight against the thing that so generously provided the raw material.
"...and the whole time, this thing's screamin' in my head about how it's a god and I'm worthless and it can't even hit me with hands the size o' three fuckin' cows stuck together! And I'm...we got smoke, Djura."
The levity in the air vanishes with a whoosh as Djura peers through his spotting scope. Steffon brings one of his own to his eye and Iosefka makes due with squinting.
"Green. Eighteen hundred yards." He looks to Steffon for confirmation, receiving a nod. "You're up, Father Anderson."
You get to your feet, rolling your shoulders. After giving Iosefka a thumbs-up, which she hesitantly returns, you pull out your Bible and swarm towards your target.
Despite his age, Djura's eyes seem as sharp as ever; you wind up within five yards of Eileen, atop a wide, flat roof.
"Remember how I said that Grand Cathedral would only have the numbers to deal with a focused beast attack if they'd abandoned everything outside of Cathedral Ward?" she says as greeting.
"Yeah?"
"They've abandoned everything outside of Cathedral Ward. They've got maybe a dozen hunters patrolling the area around Grand Cathedral. I do believe you've spooked them, Father Anderson."
"Shit. How many beasts we got?"
"Maybe enough. Not as many are fully turned as I'd prefer, but we may still have the numbers to pull this off."
"Well, not much we can do about it now."
She simply nods and the two of you overlook the winding streets from your high perch. You can see the irregular assortment of incense burners and the misshapen forms that lope through the twilight. The air is silent, but it's not the silence of tranquility; it's a void, growing larger and larger to accommodate the oncoming catastrophe.
And what a catastrophe it is.
A cannon booms through the expectant air, followed shortly thereafter by the death throes of unfortunate masonry. Smoke billows from the upper portions of the Grand Cathedral and the myriad creatures in your vicinity flow towards the disturbance.
"That's our cue, Father," says Eileen as she moves towards the roof's edge. "May the good blood guide your way."
She disappears into the streets. You look up at the wounded Cathedral and make the sign of the cross with your blessed blades.
"Realise this, peoples, and be afraid, listen, all members of far-off nations! Arm yourselves yet be afraid! Arm yourselves yet be afraid! Devise plans as you may: they will come to nothing! Make what pronouncements you like; it will not come about! For God is with us! AMEN!"
[] Seek out targets on the way to the Cathedral
[] Be opportunistic, but focus on getting there quickly
[] Focus entirely on making good time
[] Write in...
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I figure Anderson is probably quite capable of blitzing his way to the Cathredral while mowing down enemies from above with an instant's glance and some thrown bayonets. If nothing else, we should aim to keep things CONFUSING for the enemy. The less they understand what EXACTLY is going on, the better.
[X] "AND THE TWO ANGELS ARRIVED AT SODOM IN THE EVENING! AN' AS LOT SAW 'EM HE BOWED HIS FACE TA THA' GROUND!"
-[X] Begin tha' roof-hopping, whipping out your explosive Bayonets for easy access
--[X] "MAH LORDS," he said, "PLEASE TURN ASIDE TO YON SERVANT'S HOUSE! YE CAN WASH YER FEET, SPEND THA NIGHT, AND BE AWAY IN THE MORNIN'!"
---[X] Let loose a volley of yer party favors as the heathen scum try to make with tha' blockadin'
----[X] "BUT THA MEN AND WOMEN AND WOMEN OF SODEM WERE SINFUL, AN' THEY DID DEMAND THAT LOT TURN THEM OVAH DESPITE BEING UNDER THE PROTECTION OF HIS ROOF! AND THEY WERE REBUFFED, STRUCK BLIND AND DUMB! AND SO THA' ANGELS TOLD LOT TO TAKE THOSE WHOM HE LOVED, AND TO LEAVE THE CITY WITH THEM!"
-----[X] Make haste, allow the flood of turned beast to flow freely into tha' den o' sin itself! Destroy all obstacles towards the tide of retribution!
------[X] "THEN ERE THE SUN ROSE, THA LORD RAINED DOWN BURNING SULFUR UPON SODOM AND GOMORRAH! AND THAT MORNING DID ABRAHAM LOOK DOWN UPON THEIR SMOKING WRECKAGE!"
-[X] Begin tha' roof-hopping, whipping out your explosive Bayonets for easy access
--[X] "MAH LORDS," he said, "PLEASE TURN ASIDE TO YON SERVANT'S HOUSE! YE CAN WASH YER FEET, SPEND THA NIGHT, AND BE AWAY IN THE MORNIN'!"
---[X] Let loose a volley of yer party favors as the heathen scum try to make with tha' blockadin'
----[X] "BUT THA MEN AND WOMEN AND WOMEN OF SODEM WERE SINFUL, AN' THEY DID DEMAND THAT LOT TURN THEM OVAH DESPITE BEING UNDER THE PROTECTION OF HIS ROOF! AND THEY WERE REBUFFED, STRUCK BLIND AND DUMB! AND SO THA' ANGELS TOLD LOT TO TAKE THOSE WHOM HE LOVED, AND TO LEAVE THE CITY WITH THEM!"
-----[X] Make haste, allow the flood of turned beast to flow freely into tha' den o' sin itself! Destroy all obstacles towards the tide of retribution!
------[X] "THEN ERE THE SUN ROSE, THA LORD RAINED DOWN BURNING SULFUR UPON SODOM AND GOMORRAH! AND THAT MORNING DID ABRAHAM LOOK DOWN UPON THEIR SMOKING WRECKAGE!"
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noahgab1133
Fluffy?
[X] "AND THE TWO ANGELS ARRIVED AT SODOM IN THE EVENING! AN' AS LOT SAW 'EM HE BOWED HIS FACE TA THA' GROUND!"
-[X] Begin tha' roof-hopping, whipping out your explosive Bayonets for easy access
--[X] "MAH LORDS," he said, "PLEASE TURN ASIDE TO YON SERVANT'S HOUSE! YE CAN WASH YER FEET, SPEND THA NIGHT, AND BE AWAY IN THE MORNIN'!"
---[X] Let loose a volley of yer party favors as the heathen scum try to make with tha' blockadin'
----[X] "BUT THA MEN AND WOMEN AND WOMEN OF SODEM WERE SINFUL, AN' THEY DID DEMAND THAT LOT TURN THEM OVAH DESPITE BEING UNDER THE PROTECTION OF HIS ROOF! AND THEY WERE REBUFFED, STRUCK BLIND AND DUMB! AND SO THA' ANGELS TOLD LOT TO TAKE THOSE WHOM HE LOVED, AND TO LEAVE THE CITY WITH THEM!"
-----[X] Make haste, allow the flood of turned beast to flow freely into tha' den o' sin itself! Destroy all obstacles towards the tide of retribution!
------[X] "THEN ERR THE SUN ROSE, THA LORD RAINED DOWN BURNING SULFUR UPON SODOM AND GOMORRAH! AND THAT MORNING DID ABRAHAM LOOK DOWN UPON THEIR SMOKING WRECKAGE!"
time to preach the good gospel!
-[X] Begin tha' roof-hopping, whipping out your explosive Bayonets for easy access
--[X] "MAH LORDS," he said, "PLEASE TURN ASIDE TO YON SERVANT'S HOUSE! YE CAN WASH YER FEET, SPEND THA NIGHT, AND BE AWAY IN THE MORNIN'!"
---[X] Let loose a volley of yer party favors as the heathen scum try to make with tha' blockadin'
----[X] "BUT THA MEN AND WOMEN AND WOMEN OF SODEM WERE SINFUL, AN' THEY DID DEMAND THAT LOT TURN THEM OVAH DESPITE BEING UNDER THE PROTECTION OF HIS ROOF! AND THEY WERE REBUFFED, STRUCK BLIND AND DUMB! AND SO THA' ANGELS TOLD LOT TO TAKE THOSE WHOM HE LOVED, AND TO LEAVE THE CITY WITH THEM!"
-----[X] Make haste, allow the flood of turned beast to flow freely into tha' den o' sin itself! Destroy all obstacles towards the tide of retribution!
------[X] "THEN ERR THE SUN ROSE, THA LORD RAINED DOWN BURNING SULFUR UPON SODOM AND GOMORRAH! AND THAT MORNING DID ABRAHAM LOOK DOWN UPON THEIR SMOKING WRECKAGE!"
time to preach the good gospel!
Bladestar123
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[X] Be opportunistic, but focus on getting there quickly
I...what? How did you even come up with this?
Anyhoo, I believe you mean 'Ere the sun rose', not 'err' which implies something rather different.
EDIT: Originally I was gonna vote for this, but when I pasted it, I started laughing so hard I accidentally hit the cancel button. Considering the subject matter, I'm taking it as a sign and going with something 'less'.
I...what? How did you even come up with this?
Anyhoo, I believe you mean 'Ere the sun rose', not 'err' which implies something rather different.
EDIT: Originally I was gonna vote for this, but when I pasted it, I started laughing so hard I accidentally hit the cancel button. Considering the subject matter, I'm taking it as a sign and going with something 'less'.
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