And Ebrietas is still a non talking monster from another dimension that is the source of a beast plague.
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
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Basically isn't the same as is. And while some members of the Healing Church do outright worship the Great Ones as gods, the ones in the know realize that they're actually just Sufficiently Advanced Aliens. Once Anderson realizes the truth of the Great Ones -- something that seems inevitable given apparent player preference towards attempting conversion -- and meets one that doesn't try to kill him immediately, he'll probably try the conversion. It's what a good Christian would do, and while Anderson isn't a good Christian, since he's not in his home universe I can only imagine he'll try to put his best foot forward and try to be Christlike. At least until it starts trying to kill him.
And I don't think he ever killed Leprechauns in the Abridged, on account of him wondering if they'd spill Lucky Charms if he cut one in half, instead of knowing one way or another.
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Certain sections of the Healing Church are the source of that, and have admitted as much.
Using her blood. Anderson is like the worst christian in the world. He already knows he is going to hell. His orders whole job is to basically be as unchristian like as physically possible.
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
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- Canada
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Looking at Anderson's actions thus far in the quest, this rings a little hollow.
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Even in the Integra situation, it's a bit iffy. Not only is she a member of the Church of England (and oh my God there's a lot of stuff between them and the Catholics), she's also someone who has heard of the Word (according to Catholicism) and hasn't yet converted.
Ebrietas may be a horrible, alien, cosmic horror, but like all of these poor sods, she hasn't ever actually heard the Word of God, so there's some leeway there. Catholicism developed Purgatory for a reason, after all.
Anyway, we can at least try to convert her before stabbing her in the face repeatedly.
You could rip out one of my ribs and use it to stab someone to death; does that make me evil? When the Europeans made contact with the New World and accidentally smallpox'd it, was that evil? Or just an unfortunate accident? If you had a genetic sequence that could be inserted in a cold virus to make a super-plague, would that make you evil? Or would the evil one be the person who took your blood and made it horrible? You can be held responsible for your actions, not for what others do with your stuff. Arguing otherwise just leads you to blaming literally everyone for literally everything, and does not make for a viable morality system.
Some thing I freely admit; but remember, he's been converting people in this quest so far. If he wants to keep that up -- and he does, as per his in-quest behavior -- he needs to prove the goodness of his faith. That's a bit hard to do when you start stabbing random, innocent Eldritch Abominations in the face for no reason other than that they're horrible-looking. After all, God must have created them that way for a reason.
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I would argue that is because he is being played much tamer than is probably in character.
None of the monsters have heard the word of god. No attempts have been made to convert them.
That's because they've almost universally swung at him first
Like the guy hanging off the church? He wasn't hurting anyone.
An unfortunate accident that escalated until someone wound up dead
Surely you've had a Tuesday like that. Sure the explosions and turning the body parts into a club are a bit unusual, but it's basically the same thing
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
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- He/Him
Anderson didn't know the Mediocre One was there in the first place, so there was no malice on his part. Then it tried to kill him, so Anderson, being Anderson, tried to kill it right back. He succeeded.
Anderson accidentally stabbed him with Holy Wards (he was "invisible", remember?), and the Lesser Amygdala responded as anything would. It . . . just kind of escalated from there. No one is perfect, and in fairness even a D&D Paladin would probably kill first and ask questions later if one of those things started swinging at him.
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
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- Canada
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- He/Him
He'll talk first if we decide to make him do so. Or, you know, if he finds relevant information that makes him consider that Ebrietas might be reasoned with.
I don't know man. Doesn't seem right to me. Hes basically as murderhobo as can be. The police girl certainly wasn't a bad person but the only talking he did with her was of the monologuing variety
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According to WoG during the 2014 Youmacon TFS 18+ panel, Anderson and Alucard went and killed a leprechaun during their spare time off-screen.
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
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- He/Him
Yeah and he would tap dance on the bible if we decide to make him. Doesn't mean its consistent with his character.
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- Canada
Way I see it, In-quest Anderson has had a different charactarization from both Abridged and cannon Anderson for quite a while now. I see him as his own version of the character rather than being tied to either interpretation. So while it may be OOC for Abridged Anderson to do so, I don't really care, as it doesn't seem OOC for Quest!Anderson to do so.
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Where's the fun in completely sticking to canon?
Quiet
Considering the sped with which Gehrman manage d to brush that outburst under the metaphorical rug, you're pretty sure a straightforward interrogation would probably just end with you knowing less than when you started and him immeasurably pissed. This will require a more subtle approach.
"Well, ye're wound tighter than a spring, so I guess that means nothin'?" You reach forward to clap him on the shoulder before realizing that he's currently wound tighter than a spring an currently holding several uncomfortably-sharp instruments. "Well, if ye ever happen to remember if ye do know it, then be sure to tell me pretty soon, eh? Any tips that ye might 'ave could be a lifesaver to me and my new posse of very lethal buddies."
You turn towards the door, walking towards it at approximately a mosey.
"Ye know, I'm the only one o' the group whose bits grows back. Sure would be a shame if somethin' happened ta those dear friends o' mine."
A third of the way to the door. You think you see some sweat on his collar.
"We've got kids with us, too. Couple o' real sweet kids. Who knows what Ebrietas might do if she gets away from me?"
Two-thirds. You put extra effort into each one of your footfalls and look over your shoulder with the best puppy eyes a two-meter mountain of violent zealotry can offer.
"Can ye imagine? All the good folk we've managed ta find, cowerin' in fear in the face o' some unknowable monster from beyond. 'Oh, if only brave Father Anderson had known somethin' about this beast. Maybe then we wouldn't be sufferin' this horrible fate.'"
Nothing. Man's solid as a rock.
With a sigh, you step outside and plod down towards the lantern. It's fine; you've dealt with Ebrietas' third cousin or whatever. You can handle her, even without Gehrman's you forgot the fucking club.
You slink back into the Workshop, scratching the back of your head idly. Gehrman spins in his chair and, without a word, offers you the newly-repaired club, which now sports criss-crossed chitin bands in the area of the former gouge. With mumbled thanks, you shove it into the depths of your sleeves and head for the door. He remains silent, although you can see him biting his lip.
He looks very, very old.
You note on the way down that Hope has relocated to the lone grave beside one of the Workshop's other two exits. Her tremendous height means it takes you a moment to realize that she's kneeling, head locked downwards in a pose of deep prayer. You wonder what she's praying for.
You wonder what she's praying to.
The lantern's attendant Messengers watch as you approach, quiet as ever.
[] Talk to Hope
[] Return to the chapel
-[] Talk to
--[] Who?
-[] Go to Upper Cathedral Ward
"Well, ye're wound tighter than a spring, so I guess that means nothin'?" You reach forward to clap him on the shoulder before realizing that he's currently wound tighter than a spring an currently holding several uncomfortably-sharp instruments. "Well, if ye ever happen to remember if ye do know it, then be sure to tell me pretty soon, eh? Any tips that ye might 'ave could be a lifesaver to me and my new posse of very lethal buddies."
You turn towards the door, walking towards it at approximately a mosey.
"Ye know, I'm the only one o' the group whose bits grows back. Sure would be a shame if somethin' happened ta those dear friends o' mine."
A third of the way to the door. You think you see some sweat on his collar.
"We've got kids with us, too. Couple o' real sweet kids. Who knows what Ebrietas might do if she gets away from me?"
Two-thirds. You put extra effort into each one of your footfalls and look over your shoulder with the best puppy eyes a two-meter mountain of violent zealotry can offer.
"Can ye imagine? All the good folk we've managed ta find, cowerin' in fear in the face o' some unknowable monster from beyond. 'Oh, if only brave Father Anderson had known somethin' about this beast. Maybe then we wouldn't be sufferin' this horrible fate.'"
Nothing. Man's solid as a rock.
With a sigh, you step outside and plod down towards the lantern. It's fine; you've dealt with Ebrietas' third cousin or whatever. You can handle her, even without Gehrman's you forgot the fucking club.
You slink back into the Workshop, scratching the back of your head idly. Gehrman spins in his chair and, without a word, offers you the newly-repaired club, which now sports criss-crossed chitin bands in the area of the former gouge. With mumbled thanks, you shove it into the depths of your sleeves and head for the door. He remains silent, although you can see him biting his lip.
He looks very, very old.
You note on the way down that Hope has relocated to the lone grave beside one of the Workshop's other two exits. Her tremendous height means it takes you a moment to realize that she's kneeling, head locked downwards in a pose of deep prayer. You wonder what she's praying for.
You wonder what she's praying to.
The lantern's attendant Messengers watch as you approach, quiet as ever.
[] Talk to Hope
[] Return to the chapel
-[] Talk to
--[] Who?
-[] Go to Upper Cathedral Ward
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Worse than I hoped, a heck of a lot better than I feared.
[X] Talk to Hope
-[X] Join her in prayer
--[X] Wait before the two of you finish your business, then see if she's interested in the Good Book.
[X] Talk to Hope
-[X] Join her in prayer
--[X] Wait before the two of you finish your business, then see if she's interested in the Good Book.
[X] Talk to Hope
-[X] Join her in prayer
--[X] Wait before the two of you finish your business, then see if she's interested in the Good Book.
-[X] Join her in prayer
--[X] Wait before the two of you finish your business, then see if she's interested in the Good Book.
Dreamland
The World Of Scary Monsters
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[X] Talk to Hope
-[X] Join her in prayer
--[X] Wait before the two of you finish your business, then see if she's interested in the Good Book.
I can feel it in my soul, she is open to accepting [The Lord] and thus who are we to deny giving her salvation for eternity?
Unlike all these other disgusting heathens running around.
-[X] Join her in prayer
--[X] Wait before the two of you finish your business, then see if she's interested in the Good Book.
I can feel it in my soul, she is open to accepting [The Lord] and thus who are we to deny giving her salvation for eternity?
Unlike all these other disgusting heathens running around.