Arcman
Heh
Ya, Cainhurst is pretty cool, but I kind of want to do Chalice Dungeons if it is at all possible
There are chances for FUN.
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
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Ya, Cainhurst is pretty cool, but I kind of want to do Chalice Dungeons if it is at all possible
There are chances for FUN.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
[X] If ye have the strength for it, put a ward up around the bastard and wait for him to test it. Then quote some batman, as american as it might be. It's oddly fitting. But be ready, you recognize that frantic grabbin'.
-[X] ""Weak opponents have cost you your strength. Victory has defeated you."
--[X] If ye can't make the ward work, then quote anyway, but make sure to pin him down with some explosive bayonets every couple of words, too. Can't be lettin' him get too relaxed while he's reachin' for his Ace in tha Hole. Keep him scared, angry, unbalanced.
---[X] Have a good laugh as he whips it out right as yer party crackers go off, blowing him to kingdom come!
----[X] Be ready to play cricket with the remains. Everything and their mother 'round here can either regenerate or turn into some kinda fucked up monstrosity, and ye don't want to give whatever's left o' him a chance to mess around with ye.
This quote is much more appropriate.
-[X] ""Weak opponents have cost you your strength. Victory has defeated you."
--[X] If ye can't make the ward work, then quote anyway, but make sure to pin him down with some explosive bayonets every couple of words, too. Can't be lettin' him get too relaxed while he's reachin' for his Ace in tha Hole. Keep him scared, angry, unbalanced.
---[X] Have a good laugh as he whips it out right as yer party crackers go off, blowing him to kingdom come!
----[X] Be ready to play cricket with the remains. Everything and their mother 'round here can either regenerate or turn into some kinda fucked up monstrosity, and ye don't want to give whatever's left o' him a chance to mess around with ye.
This quote is much more appropriate.
SV5195R
C-Weapon
- Location
- Russian Federation
Why not both?
Banedock Saints
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Whichever you wish.
Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
[x] Banedock Saints.
[x] Banedock Saints.
- Location
- USA
[x] Banedock Saints.
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
[x] Banedock Saints.
The Bloody Crow is very fast.
God and the Snake
A Swamp of a Human Being
The time for a superhumanly fast fighter to find something in his jacket is probably less than the time it takes to establish a powerful holy barrier.
I'm more interested in the 'interrupt' possibility.
I'm looking forward to this
vs. Bloody Crow: Your Spirit or Your Body
Like fuck you're going to let him pull some secret weapon from his knickers. Nails and pages erupt from your sleeves and swarm towards him, tearing through the night air with a high-pitched shriek.
The reflexes are still there, though. He manages to leap to his left and the holy storm slams uselessly into the cobbles. In his panic, however, he jumps too high, making it trivial to slam an explosive bayonet into his landing spot. Once again, you're disappointed that you can't see his face; that would have been one Hell of a Kodak Moment.
The explosion catches him just before he hits the ground, tearing away even more of his armor and shattering whatever was in his hands. He doesn't manage to regain his footing before you've buried another handful of munitions at his feet. He leaps away frantically, but what you assume to be confusion when they don't explode causes him to hesitate when he lands.
Conveniently, just long enough for the next volley to explode at his feet.
"Never shall innocent blood be shed," you grin, taking advantage of Yharnam's dearth of pop culture. Your arms are a blur as you force him to dance, his inhuman speed held back by his inability to predict the next fusillade. "Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The..."
Three? Four? Technically, you and the Powder Kegs were the only ones here, but it seems rude to exclude Eileen.
"...Four shall spread their blackened wings and be the striking hammer of God!"
Despite his difficulties, you're having trouble landing a telling hit. You've knocked some solid dents into his leggings and his feathery cloak is so ragged it looks like it came from a Skeksis, but he's still moving well. You can't pin him down.
During his next leap, he finally gets the guts to strike back, firing another pair of rounds at your head. As you dodge, he takes the opportunity to close the distance once again. By the time he reaches you, he's dropped the pistol and switched his katana to his left hand, apparently figuring that it's better to use his weaker arm than the one whose shoulder is currently meatloaf.
Steel again meets carapace, but this time, the blade bites deep. There's a reddish haze around it that wasn't there before. In addition, the grip has sprouted a series of spines, tearing through his gauntlets and essentially pinning itself to his hand. The spines are translucent enough for you to make out the flow of blood from hand to sword.
Even with his off-hand, the newfound cutting power is more than the Club o' Righteousness can handle. You can feel his smug grin as his blade inches closer and closer to you, parting the alien tissue with the inevitability of a meteor strike.
So you punch him in the liver.
The strike practically folds him in half and he staggers back, dragging the blade along with his limp palm.
"Weak opponents have cost ye yer strength."
You rear back and slam your boot into his mask. The thin metal crumples as he flies back in a heap.
"Victory..."
Directly into the bayonets with extra-long fuses.
"...has defeated ye."
Without a concussion to hamper you, your dramatic timing is flawless. Your weapons explode as soon as you finish speaking and the man makes his first sound of the fight: a high-pitched scream as the force ravages his mask. Still screaming, he rips it from his face and vomits blood.
To his credit, he makes a final effort to get to his feet, but neither his "good" arm nor his legs have any strength left in him. Disoriented, terribly injured, and still feeling the effects of the body shot, he shakes as he makes a vain effort to pull out a new trick. Blood vials, some of that Numbing Mist you found on Lumnia, and what looks like half a femur tumble from the ragged remains of his cloak.
And yet he drags himself forward. He spits out teeth, his burns sizzle, and he drags himself forward.
He still wants to win.
[] Try to talk to him
[] Finish him
[] Write in...
The reflexes are still there, though. He manages to leap to his left and the holy storm slams uselessly into the cobbles. In his panic, however, he jumps too high, making it trivial to slam an explosive bayonet into his landing spot. Once again, you're disappointed that you can't see his face; that would have been one Hell of a Kodak Moment.
The explosion catches him just before he hits the ground, tearing away even more of his armor and shattering whatever was in his hands. He doesn't manage to regain his footing before you've buried another handful of munitions at his feet. He leaps away frantically, but what you assume to be confusion when they don't explode causes him to hesitate when he lands.
Conveniently, just long enough for the next volley to explode at his feet.
"Never shall innocent blood be shed," you grin, taking advantage of Yharnam's dearth of pop culture. Your arms are a blur as you force him to dance, his inhuman speed held back by his inability to predict the next fusillade. "Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The..."
Three? Four? Technically, you and the Powder Kegs were the only ones here, but it seems rude to exclude Eileen.
"...Four shall spread their blackened wings and be the striking hammer of God!"
Despite his difficulties, you're having trouble landing a telling hit. You've knocked some solid dents into his leggings and his feathery cloak is so ragged it looks like it came from a Skeksis, but he's still moving well. You can't pin him down.
During his next leap, he finally gets the guts to strike back, firing another pair of rounds at your head. As you dodge, he takes the opportunity to close the distance once again. By the time he reaches you, he's dropped the pistol and switched his katana to his left hand, apparently figuring that it's better to use his weaker arm than the one whose shoulder is currently meatloaf.
Steel again meets carapace, but this time, the blade bites deep. There's a reddish haze around it that wasn't there before. In addition, the grip has sprouted a series of spines, tearing through his gauntlets and essentially pinning itself to his hand. The spines are translucent enough for you to make out the flow of blood from hand to sword.
Even with his off-hand, the newfound cutting power is more than the Club o' Righteousness can handle. You can feel his smug grin as his blade inches closer and closer to you, parting the alien tissue with the inevitability of a meteor strike.
So you punch him in the liver.
The strike practically folds him in half and he staggers back, dragging the blade along with his limp palm.
"Weak opponents have cost ye yer strength."
You rear back and slam your boot into his mask. The thin metal crumples as he flies back in a heap.
"Victory..."
Directly into the bayonets with extra-long fuses.
"...has defeated ye."
Without a concussion to hamper you, your dramatic timing is flawless. Your weapons explode as soon as you finish speaking and the man makes his first sound of the fight: a high-pitched scream as the force ravages his mask. Still screaming, he rips it from his face and vomits blood.
To his credit, he makes a final effort to get to his feet, but neither his "good" arm nor his legs have any strength left in him. Disoriented, terribly injured, and still feeling the effects of the body shot, he shakes as he makes a vain effort to pull out a new trick. Blood vials, some of that Numbing Mist you found on Lumnia, and what looks like half a femur tumble from the ragged remains of his cloak.
And yet he drags himself forward. He spits out teeth, his burns sizzle, and he drags himself forward.
He still wants to win.
[] Try to talk to him
[] Finish him
[] Write in...
He's determined, I'll give him that.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Booyah!
God and the Snake
A Swamp of a Human Being
[x] Try to talk to him.
-[x] Why? What has the Church done for him that he would continue to fight with such wounds?
This level of commitment from a man who casually mentioned his desire to fight the Healing Church's gods is rather unusual. And honestly, asking him his motivation could serve a lead in to conversion, which I want.
-[x] Why? What has the Church done for him that he would continue to fight with such wounds?
This level of commitment from a man who casually mentioned his desire to fight the Healing Church's gods is rather unusual. And honestly, asking him his motivation could serve a lead in to conversion, which I want.