[X] Intervene
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
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Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
Your dick jokes are as flaccid as this one, and you should feel bad about it.Jesus Christ man.
It's a strange day when you can say "fetal nunchaku" with any seriousness.
I think they're too soft and floppy for that though. They lack the proper firmness and rigidity when you grasp them to be able to take a vigorous pumping, yanno? They'd just flop all over the place, instead of moving how you want when you try and thrust them anywhere. It's just no good man. Maybe if they were full of blood...?
Bladestar123
Happy
- Location
- Man, wherever
Don't worry; I'll try harder next time.
Dreamland
The World Of Scary Monsters
- Location
- Somewhere Over The Rainbow
[x] See where this goes
-[x] Take bets on the hunter
The Lord's favorite pass time is betting.
I've got five blood shards on the hunter. Because even if they lose we'll kill the beast, and a hunter still won the bet.
Amen
-[x] Take bets on the hunter
The Lord's favorite pass time is betting.
I've got five blood shards on the hunter. Because even if they lose we'll kill the beast, and a hunter still won the bet.
Amen
Bladestar123
Happy
- Location
- Man, wherever
Bro, I've made 2 jokes with no intentions of taking it further than that.
Relax.
A Way Out
For someone apparently made of sticks and questionable facial hair, the hooded man is doing quite well for himself, cutting off the Hunter's escape routes and keeping the fight at point-blank range. On the inside, the former's physical strength is just too much. If the Hunter doesn't get a second wind or some help soon, this is going to get ugly for him in a hurry.
Luckily, you're here to save the day.
"Left hook's there all day! Body shots!" you call out. While your new student doesn't follow your advice, he does shoot you a perplexed look that gives his gangly foe an opening to slam him into a wall. The Marquess of Queensberry would be ashamed of this performance.
"Turn 'im. Right hand on the break. That's it! Where's the body work?"
"Anderson," says Eileen disapprovingly.
"Fine," you grumble. You plod into the clinch, where your charge's ass continues to be thoroughly kicked, and pull them apart with a confused grunt on one side and eldritch warble on the other. "Break it up, break it up. Ought ta take a point from the both of-"
Before you can finish admonishing, the hooded man clamps onto your shoulders with his distended hands. With a screech, the top of his hood begins to bulge unsettlingly before a pale while tentacle bursts through, wobbling menacingly in the air.
So you nut him in the face.
With a sound like an egg hitting a plate of calamari at Mach 2, the thing collapses to the floor in a pile of discolored blood, rags, and regret. You stomp it a few times for good measure until it stops twitching.
"And that," you say, scraping your boots on the floor to remove giblets, "is how ye do it."
The Hunter looks at you, looks at the thing, looks at Eileen, looks behind him, then offers a very conflicted-sounding "thank you." He still seems a bit shaken up, breathing heavily.
"I," he coughs, before continuing in a deeper voice, "am very grateful, sir, but I have many, many questions."
"And I've got answers. I'm Father Alexander Anderson and she's Eileen."
"Charmed."
"We ransacked the Grand Cathedral, interrogated a vicar, and carved our way through yer forces in a storm o' righteous vengeance. We're here ta smash yer false god, burn down yer foul works, and salt the remains."
He gives you a rather credible impression of a fish.
You shrug. "The key ta a good workin' relationship is honest communication."
Without breaking eye contact, he takes two steps back, then tries to turn and run, which might have worked had Eileen not circled around him while he was still trying puzzle out exactly how fucked he is. He only goes up to her shoulders and, if the shivering is any indication, feels quite a bit smaller at the moment.
"Sir," she says before you can start your own spiel, "I have buried many, many friends, two of them on this very night. Very recently, I learned that your Choir was responsible for a good number of those deaths. You fed them to that coward from Cainhurst. Were it not for the fact that you are still useful, I would have peeled the skin from your face and cut out your tongue before you had a chance to scream.
"Tell us everything we need to know and you will not suffer."
Eileen's mask looks fit to split open and devour him at any moment. You realize she's been holding this in since your talk with Rosemary. Poor fucker.
You hear faint slithering and catch sight of a familiar invertebrate on his wrist. Before you can grab it or call a warning, the writhing panoply erupts, blasting Eileen into the nearby wall with a worryingly organic crash. As you involuntarily flinch back, he fills his hand, and a gunshot scores your desperate tackle.
He's limp when you land, two clean holes on opposite sides of his head.
Eileen's groaning on the wall, the floor is slick with dead man and dead thing, and you can hear the scattershot rumble of approaching footsteps.
This isn't fun anymore.
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Luckily, you're here to save the day.
"Left hook's there all day! Body shots!" you call out. While your new student doesn't follow your advice, he does shoot you a perplexed look that gives his gangly foe an opening to slam him into a wall. The Marquess of Queensberry would be ashamed of this performance.
"Turn 'im. Right hand on the break. That's it! Where's the body work?"
"Anderson," says Eileen disapprovingly.
"Fine," you grumble. You plod into the clinch, where your charge's ass continues to be thoroughly kicked, and pull them apart with a confused grunt on one side and eldritch warble on the other. "Break it up, break it up. Ought ta take a point from the both of-"
Before you can finish admonishing, the hooded man clamps onto your shoulders with his distended hands. With a screech, the top of his hood begins to bulge unsettlingly before a pale while tentacle bursts through, wobbling menacingly in the air.
So you nut him in the face.
With a sound like an egg hitting a plate of calamari at Mach 2, the thing collapses to the floor in a pile of discolored blood, rags, and regret. You stomp it a few times for good measure until it stops twitching.
"And that," you say, scraping your boots on the floor to remove giblets, "is how ye do it."
The Hunter looks at you, looks at the thing, looks at Eileen, looks behind him, then offers a very conflicted-sounding "thank you." He still seems a bit shaken up, breathing heavily.
"I," he coughs, before continuing in a deeper voice, "am very grateful, sir, but I have many, many questions."
"And I've got answers. I'm Father Alexander Anderson and she's Eileen."
"Charmed."
"We ransacked the Grand Cathedral, interrogated a vicar, and carved our way through yer forces in a storm o' righteous vengeance. We're here ta smash yer false god, burn down yer foul works, and salt the remains."
He gives you a rather credible impression of a fish.
You shrug. "The key ta a good workin' relationship is honest communication."
Without breaking eye contact, he takes two steps back, then tries to turn and run, which might have worked had Eileen not circled around him while he was still trying puzzle out exactly how fucked he is. He only goes up to her shoulders and, if the shivering is any indication, feels quite a bit smaller at the moment.
"Sir," she says before you can start your own spiel, "I have buried many, many friends, two of them on this very night. Very recently, I learned that your Choir was responsible for a good number of those deaths. You fed them to that coward from Cainhurst. Were it not for the fact that you are still useful, I would have peeled the skin from your face and cut out your tongue before you had a chance to scream.
"Tell us everything we need to know and you will not suffer."
Eileen's mask looks fit to split open and devour him at any moment. You realize she's been holding this in since your talk with Rosemary. Poor fucker.
You hear faint slithering and catch sight of a familiar invertebrate on his wrist. Before you can grab it or call a warning, the writhing panoply erupts, blasting Eileen into the nearby wall with a worryingly organic crash. As you involuntarily flinch back, he fills his hand, and a gunshot scores your desperate tackle.
He's limp when you land, two clean holes on opposite sides of his head.
Eileen's groaning on the wall, the floor is slick with dead man and dead thing, and you can hear the scattershot rumble of approaching footsteps.
This isn't fun anymore.
[] Write in...
Bladestar123
Happy
- Location
- Man, wherever
Sonofabitch
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Try and keep any hunters alive. Maybe.
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Try and keep any hunters alive. Maybe.
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Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Try and keep any hunters alive. Maybe.
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Try and keep any hunters alive. Maybe.
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
Anderson didn't notice the little slug thing until it was too late.
- Location
- Argentina
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Try and keep any hunters alive. Maybe.
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Try and keep any hunters alive. Maybe.
Anderson can throw those fast enough to be somewhat relevant against the things he fights.
He noticed the slug before it blew up, so unless there's something I'm missing
...At the very least, he shouldn't've been shot.
Bladestar123
Happy
- Location
- Man, wherever
Anderson wasn't shot. The Hunter killed himself.
Lordsservent
Servant of the one true God and SV
- Location
- The centre of the Multiverse
X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Try and keep any hunters alive. Maybe.
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Try and keep any hunters alive. Maybe.
reborn214
Deep in thought
- Location
- California
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation. You should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS.
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation. You should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS.
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay. Bible-teleport with her to a high and safe vantage point where she can recover.
--[X] ...which would also give you a moment to assess the audience, and preptime for a proper presentation.
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and explosive steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, you should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS
Explosives bayonets are awesome for target-rich environments.
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay. Bible-teleport with her to a high and safe vantage point where she can recover.
--[X] ...which would also give you a moment to assess the audience, and preptime for a proper presentation.
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and explosive steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, you should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS
Explosives bayonets are awesome for target-rich environments.
His speed and reflexes are off the charts, but there were several extenuating circumstances.
For one, he was behind the man; he didn't have a good angle to see the auger until it was too late. For another, this man was a Choir Hunter, one of the best of the best, and incredibly fast in his own right.
Anderson simply didn't have enough time between seeing the slug and the actual attack to interfere, and the chaos of the tentacles gave the Hunter the opportunity to put the gun to his own head.
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay.
--[X] If she's not, you're pretty sure you have some blood vials squirreled away in your sleeves. Somewhere. Is this-? No. Maybe the left one...?
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
--[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, remember to snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS.
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay.
--[X] If she's not, you're pretty sure you have some blood vials squirreled away in your sleeves. Somewhere. Is this-? No. Maybe the left one...?
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and steel death.
--[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, remember to snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS.
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay. Bible-teleport with her to a high and safe vantage point where she can recover.
--[X] ...which would also give you a moment to assess the audience, and preptime for a proper presentation.
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and explosive steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, you should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay. Bible-teleport with her to a high and safe vantage point where she can recover.
--[X] ...which would also give you a moment to assess the audience, and preptime for a proper presentation.
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and explosive steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, you should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS
- Location
- ⇙
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay. Bible-teleport with her to a high and safe vantage point where she can recover.
--[X] ...which would also give you a moment to assess the audience, and preptime for a proper presentation.
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and explosive steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, you should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay. Bible-teleport with her to a high and safe vantage point where she can recover.
--[X] ...which would also give you a moment to assess the audience, and preptime for a proper presentation.
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and explosive steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, you should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS
noahgab1133
Fluffy?
[X] Grumble about inconsiderate heathens
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay. Bible-teleport with her to a high and safe vantage point where she can recover.
--[X] ...which would also give you a moment to assess the audience, and preptime for a proper presentation.
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and explosive steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, you should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS
-[X] Make sure Eileen's okay. Bible-teleport with her to a high and safe vantage point where she can recover.
--[X] ...which would also give you a moment to assess the audience, and preptime for a proper presentation.
-[X] Welcome the crowd with outstretched arms, the Holy Word, and explosive steel death.
---[X] Next time you grab a blasted choir heathen for interrogation, you should snap all four of their limbs. ALL FOUR OF THEIR LIMBS