Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
- Start date
[x] Attack
[x] "Any o' you who ain't part of the whole 'make everybody into beasts with tainted blood' shite the heads of this church decided was a good idea, get to the sides and pray to our Lord for mercy on your misguided souls. Rest o' you, step forwards or make some kinda evil rant."
pheonix89
Wants to be Seven Of Nine
- Location
- North American Plaguelands
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[x] "Any o' you who ain't part of the whole 'make everybody into beasts with tainted blood' shite the heads of this church decided was a good idea, get to the sides and pray to him for mercy on your misguided souls. Rest o' you, step forwards or make some kinda evil rant."
[x] "Any o' you who ain't part of the whole 'make everybody into beasts with tainted blood' shite the heads of this church decided was a good idea, get to the sides and pray to him for mercy on your misguided souls. Rest o' you, step forwards or make some kinda evil rant."
Cadet_Commisar
Running in circles
- Location
- Precariously perched on a tank near you!
[x] "Any o' you who ain't part of the whole 'make everybody into beasts with tainted blood' shite the heads of this church decided was a good idea, get to the sides and pray to him for mercy on your misguided souls. Rest o' you, step forwards or make some kinda evil rant."
Madork Gunna
Ork Flyboy
- Location
- Upside down
[x] "Any o' you who ain't part of the whole 'make everybody into beasts with tainted blood' shite the heads of this church decided was a good idea, get to the sides and pray to him for mercy on your misguided souls. Rest o' you, step forwards or make some kinda evil rant."
Old Blood
Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like any of them are interested in learning the finer details of the One True Faith. Of course, what kind of preacher would you be if you didn't know how to address an audience that would rather be anywhere than here?
"Right, introductions first-"
One of the Hunters tries to shoot you in the face. He manages to take off an ear, but the laser you rake across him takes off his whole face, so you call it a win. You clear your throat while his body twitches; while you recognize that this will be a hard sell, what kind of preacher would you be if you didn't know how to address an audience that was actively trying to kill you?
"Right, introductions first. I'm Father Alexander Anderson o' the Catholic Church. We're in a bit of a time crunch here, so it'd be easier for all of us if ye'd just go ahead and surrender."
Screams and flaming debris pour through the battered doors of the Cathedral as the robed figures confer with one another. After a brief discussion, one of them hesitantly raises a hand.
"Question in the back," you say.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You lot turn people inta monsters with tainted blood. Why the fuck wouldn't I be doing this?"
"We what?!"
There's a brief silence, interrupted by a mangled corpse rocketing through the door and skidding into the altar with a wet thud.
"Are ye surprised or did ye not hear me right? The accent can be a wee bit confusin', I know."
"No, no, that was a 'what' of astonishment."
"Right, good. Anyone this is news to, move ta the walls. No cheatin'; ye're churchgoin' folks and I expect ye ta hold yerselves accountable."
A good portion scramble towards the sides of the Cathedral, occasionally shoving suspected fibbers back towards the center. When the scrum finishes collapsing, only a handful remain in the center, including a young woman with a waterfall of silver hair pouring from her hood. One of them, a man stooped and wrinkled, spreads his arms wide in disbelief.
"What do you lot think you're doing? You trust the word of a murderous heretic who led beasts into these sacred grounds?"
"Hey now, that's-"
"We are the Healing Church! We do not shrink in the face of the wicked! How dare you sully your positions with your cowardice?"
He's good at this, you have to admit. At least an 8/10 rant, 8.5 if he can learn to project his voice better. The other 1.5 is spatial awareness, as you're pretty sure that young woman isn't supposed to be shaking violently.
"Oy, Pickle Dick."
"What? How much longer do you intend to profane this place of worship with your lies?"
"Is she alright? 'Cus I left my Epi-Pen in my other coat and I'm pretty sure that's a seizure."
His eyebrows cover an impressive amount of distance as they go from perplexed to shocked to terrified in quick succession. He moves to cradle her, her shuddering growing more and more dramatic.
"Amelia, listen to me. Listen to me. You have to fight. You have to..."
He looks around at his fellow churchmen trying to become one with the walls, at the half-seen nightmare outside, and at you, then takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
"No. You don't have to fight anymore. You've done so well and I am so proud of you. You can let go."
He begins chanting softly and her voice, childlike yet strong, joins his.
"Seek the old blood. Let us pray, let us wish, to partake in communion."
[] Intervene
-[] How?
[] See where this goes
[] Write in...
"Right, introductions first-"
One of the Hunters tries to shoot you in the face. He manages to take off an ear, but the laser you rake across him takes off his whole face, so you call it a win. You clear your throat while his body twitches; while you recognize that this will be a hard sell, what kind of preacher would you be if you didn't know how to address an audience that was actively trying to kill you?
"Right, introductions first. I'm Father Alexander Anderson o' the Catholic Church. We're in a bit of a time crunch here, so it'd be easier for all of us if ye'd just go ahead and surrender."
Screams and flaming debris pour through the battered doors of the Cathedral as the robed figures confer with one another. After a brief discussion, one of them hesitantly raises a hand.
"Question in the back," you say.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You lot turn people inta monsters with tainted blood. Why the fuck wouldn't I be doing this?"
"We what?!"
There's a brief silence, interrupted by a mangled corpse rocketing through the door and skidding into the altar with a wet thud.
"Are ye surprised or did ye not hear me right? The accent can be a wee bit confusin', I know."
"No, no, that was a 'what' of astonishment."
"Right, good. Anyone this is news to, move ta the walls. No cheatin'; ye're churchgoin' folks and I expect ye ta hold yerselves accountable."
A good portion scramble towards the sides of the Cathedral, occasionally shoving suspected fibbers back towards the center. When the scrum finishes collapsing, only a handful remain in the center, including a young woman with a waterfall of silver hair pouring from her hood. One of them, a man stooped and wrinkled, spreads his arms wide in disbelief.
"What do you lot think you're doing? You trust the word of a murderous heretic who led beasts into these sacred grounds?"
"Hey now, that's-"
"We are the Healing Church! We do not shrink in the face of the wicked! How dare you sully your positions with your cowardice?"
He's good at this, you have to admit. At least an 8/10 rant, 8.5 if he can learn to project his voice better. The other 1.5 is spatial awareness, as you're pretty sure that young woman isn't supposed to be shaking violently.
"Oy, Pickle Dick."
"What? How much longer do you intend to profane this place of worship with your lies?"
"Is she alright? 'Cus I left my Epi-Pen in my other coat and I'm pretty sure that's a seizure."
His eyebrows cover an impressive amount of distance as they go from perplexed to shocked to terrified in quick succession. He moves to cradle her, her shuddering growing more and more dramatic.
"Amelia, listen to me. Listen to me. You have to fight. You have to..."
He looks around at his fellow churchmen trying to become one with the walls, at the half-seen nightmare outside, and at you, then takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
"No. You don't have to fight anymore. You've done so well and I am so proud of you. You can let go."
He begins chanting softly and her voice, childlike yet strong, joins his.
"Seek the old blood. Let us pray, let us wish, to partake in communion."
[] Intervene
-[] How?
[] See where this goes
[] Write in...
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
Wow. I really don't like this fucker.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Ah shit with a side of biscuits.
Intervene! Intervene!
Lords prayer, lazer her face, something!
Do not let her transform!
Any one got any ideas?
Intervene! Intervene!
Lords prayer, lazer her face, something!
Do not let her transform!
Any one got any ideas?
- Location
- The Beginning of the End
[X] Shoot her in the face with your laser.
[X] Shoot her in the face with your laser.
-[x] Explain to the ones left just what the church was doing.
What are the chances the remaining two Hunters will jump in on our side if she transforms?
-[x] Explain to the ones left just what the church was doing.
What are the chances the remaining two Hunters will jump in on our side if she transforms?
[X] Shoot her in the face with your laser.
-[x] Explain to the ones left just what the church was doing.
-[x] Explain to the ones left just what the church was doing.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
[X] Shoot her in the face with your laser.
Dammit all, I hate to do this but this far in I don't think there's any saving her.
Worse still, she was probably an innocent girl before she got tied up in all of this Blood nonsense.
Only thing we can do is make it quick, unless someone thinks we got the holy mojo to prevent the transformation.
Dammit all, I hate to do this but this far in I don't think there's any saving her.
Worse still, she was probably an innocent girl before she got tied up in all of this Blood nonsense.
Only thing we can do is make it quick, unless someone thinks we got the holy mojo to prevent the transformation.
- Location
- USA
[X] Shoot her in the face with your laser.
-[X] "Right, so. 'Bout that unconditional surrender?"
-[X] "Right, so. 'Bout that unconditional surrender?"
Xantalos
Turtle-Speed Writing
Laser's not fast enough, I think.
[X] Infinite Bayonet Works, directly on her face.
-[X] Then shoot her in the face with your laser.
[X] Infinite Bayonet Works, directly on her face.
-[X] Then shoot her in the face with your laser.
Hmm. Maybe if we put a ward directly into her flesh she wouldn't be able to?
Doubt there is a way, and if there is I doubt those who have it will co-operate with us.
At least we can beat the shit out of the remaining bastards while we explain the facts to the more innocent members of the clergy? Bringing up what happened to Gascoigne too might help.
reborn214
Deep in thought
- Location
- California
OK Crazy deer monster time.
Although It would be kind of hilarious to letter Vicar Amelia go berserk and kill all the Church members, there would be some real dramatic irony behind it with the getting killed by the monster you created. Also,
The look of this guys face would be kind of hilarious when he sees Amelia become a giant freaking monster in the middle of the chapel.
[X] Shoot her in the face with your laser.
-[X] "Right, so. 'Bout that unconditional surrender?"
Although It would be kind of hilarious to letter Vicar Amelia go berserk and kill all the Church members, there would be some real dramatic irony behind it with the getting killed by the monster you created. Also,
The look of this guys face would be kind of hilarious when he sees Amelia become a giant freaking monster in the middle of the chapel.
[X] Shoot her in the face with your laser.
-[X] "Right, so. 'Bout that unconditional surrender?"
Why would it? Gascoigne wasn't a special case.
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You do realize he is encouraging her to do that right?
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He was, however, a Churcfh Hunter. Might give the other two some pause.
No he wasn't. He comes from a different church.